Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

Jinghai City No. 1 Detention Center, Serious Offenders Ward, Room 302.

As the heavy iron gate slammed shut with a clang, the world seemed to be split in two.

Lin Fan stood in the narrow, dark corridor, clutching a musty-smelling quilt. Although his flowing Taoist robe had been replaced with a rough blue and white striped uniform, and his deliberately long "immortal hairstyle" had been shaved into a buzz cut, he still tried to straighten his back, attempting to maintain the last bit of pitiful dignity of the "disciple of Guigu".

"Dear lay Buddhists."

Lin Fan cleared his throat, his gaze sweeping over the several burly men covered in tattoos, some lying down and some sitting on the large communal bed. He forced a mysterious smile onto his lips, his signature expression when facing his followers.

"It is fate that we meet. I am new here and, though imprisoned, I still possess medical skills. If any of you have any difficult or complicated illnesses, I can..."

"Snapped!"

A dirty plastic slipper whistled through the air and landed squarely on his face, leaving a dusty shoe print and interrupting his unfinished show-off.

At the far end of the dormitory, the bald, burly man who occupied the largest spot slowly sat up. He was shirtless, with a tiger tattooed on his chest, and was impatiently picking at his toes.

"Where did this charlatan come from? Chanting scriptures here?"

The bald, burly man spat, his eyes fierce. "Difficult and complicated diseases, huh? If you're so capable, why don't you conjure yourself up and leave? Stop pretending to be a big shot!"

Lin Fan removed the slipper from his face, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it with reason.

endure.

My master once said, "A dragon hidden in the abyss will surely soar to the heavens." This is merely a mortal's test of a god.

"This brave man."

Lin Fan took a deep breath and adopted a compassionate posture. "I see that your forehead is dark and your eyes are swollen. You are also sitting in an awkward position. I suppose you have not only been sleeping poorly recently, but you also have some unspeakable troubles."

He smiled confidently, held up two fingers, and pointed them towards the big man's groin.

"If I am not mistaken, you suffer from a serious condition..."

"What's serious?" The bald, burly man squinted, pulled a sharpened toothbrush handle from under his pillow, and toyed with it in his hand. "Who knows, I might cripple you."

Lin Fan sneered inwardly; this minor illness was practically a freebie for him.

"Hemorrhoids. And it's mixed hemorrhoids, with prolapsed internal hemorrhoids and swollen external hemorrhoids. Every time I go to the toilet, it's like sitting on pins and needles, the pain is unbearable."

The cell fell silent instantly.

The prisoners who had been watching the show all stopped what they were doing and stared wide-eyed at Lin Fan.

God!

The eldest brother's problem is a chronic one; he's been to the infirmary countless times without getting better. How could the new guy tell just by looking at him?

The bald, burly man's expression changed, and the toothbrush handle in his hand fell to the bed with a "thud." Forgetting his fierceness, he rushed to Lin Fan and grabbed his hand.

Lin Fan was secretly delighted: It seems that he has been impressed by my medical skills and should now bow down and acknowledge me as his boss.

"master!"

The bald, burly man was so excited his face turned bright red, and his voice trembled. "Since you can tell, you must be able to cure it, right? Hurry! Treat me! That lousy school doctor's Ma Yinglong ointment is completely useless, it's killing me with pain!"

"Cure? Of course it can be cured."

Lin Fan nodded proudly, pulled his hand back from being grabbed, and stood with his hands behind his back. "I only need to circulate my internal energy through the 'Huiyin acupoint' to harmonize Yin and Yang, resolve blood stasis, and then supplement it with..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The bald, burly man impatiently interrupted his esoteric theory, "What's all this talk about true and false qi? I don't understand. Just tell me, can you even do it?"

"Getting started?"

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Yes! Massage! Tuina!"

Lin Fan was utterly shocked by the appalling scene before him.

He is a divine healer! He is a descendant of Guiguzi! He is a man destined to stand at the pinnacle of the world, worshipped by countless powerful and influential figures!

Ask him to massage...that spot on a burly, sweaty man who's picking his toes?

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

Lin Fan took a step back, his face filled with grief and indignation, his voice trembling, "I'm a doctor, not a technician! I would never do such a despicable thing!"

"Not doing it?"

The bald, burly man sneered and gave a wink to those around him.

Three or four burly men immediately surrounded him, rubbing their fists together and cracking their knuckles, forcing Lin Fan into a corner.

"It's okay if you don't do it."

The bald, burly man pulled a plunger from under the bed, weighed it in his hand, and the rubber head made a popping sound.

"Then we'll help you 'clear' the air and see if your bones are harder or this plunger is harder."

Ten minutes later.

Strange noises were coming from cell 302.

"Ouch...be gentle! Yes, yes, that's the acupoint! It feels so good! Oh my god, it feels so refreshing!"

The bald, burly man lay on the bed, humming with obvious enjoyment, looking even more satisfied than if he had just had a full spa treatment.

Meanwhile, the arrogant and proud Dr. Lin was wearing disposable plastic gloves, squatting by the bed with a look of humiliation on his face. He was enduring the double blow of sight and smell while tearfully performing a massage service at the level of a "digital rectal examination".

"Um...the new guy."

A thin figure who had been huddled in the corner sewing clothes on the lower bunk next to him suddenly spoke up.

Gu Yanchen put down his needlework, pushed up his glasses (which weren't actually on his nose, a habitual gesture of his), and said in a weathered tone, as if he had been through it all:

"Don't feel wronged. Everyone's like this when they first come in."

"When I first arrived, I thought I was the president of a listed company worth hundreds of billions, but on my first day I was punished by having to clean toilets for three hours, and with a toothbrush no less."

Lin Fan looked up at his fellow inmate, who shared his plight, and tears almost fell onto the bald man's buttocks.

"Who are you?"

"Gu Yanchen".

Gu Yanchen skillfully tied a knot in the prison uniform in his hand, bit off the loose thread, and sighed, "I used to be a main character, just like you. Now... I'm just a level-one sewing machine operator, doing mending socks for the older guys on the side."

The two exchanged a glance.

They recognized each other by a glance; they were all people who had been tricked into this situation by that devil named Lu Jingyan.

A feeling of mutual appreciation flowed in the air.

"You mean Dr. Lin?"

Gu Yanchen pointed to his blistered feet and smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "After you finish massaging the boss, could you take a look at mine too? My athlete's foot... seems a bit serious. It's probably from working too hard on the sewing machine lately, making it sore."

Lin Fan: "..."

Destroy it, hurry up.

He was a renowned physician, but in less than a month after leaving the mountain, he neither cured a few wealthy men nor won over a few beautiful women. Now, he has to spend time in prison treating a group of grown men's hemorrhoids and picking at their athlete's foot.

What kind of human suffering is this?!

"Lu Jingyan..."

While pressing his hands together, Lin Fan gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly, "You just wait! Wait until I get out... wait until I get out..."

"Concentrate! You're not using enough force!"

The bald, burly man slapped him on the forehead. "Didn't you eat? Want me to feed you some 'big cunt'?"

Lin Fan shuddered, quickly increasing the pressure, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"Yes, yes, boss, just bear with it. This is called 'detoxification,' it's normal to feel a little pain..."

……

Outside the window, the night view of Jinghai City is dazzling and captivating. Neon lights flash, and cars flow like a river. The city does not seem to have lost its vitality because of the absence of a few "protagonists." On the contrary, it seems to have become more orderly.

The name "Lu Jingyan" has become a prestigious brand, hanging over the heads of all those with ill intentions.

"Phase one has been successfully completed."

He stretched, feeling his bones cracking all over.

Maybe it's time to give myself a break and have a good rest for a couple of days?

Just then.

"Boom—Boom—"

A deep, luxurious engine sound suddenly rang out at the entrance of the police station.

The sound was somewhat familiar, unlike that of an ordinary sports car, more like some kind of... top-of-the-line V12 beast.

Lu Jingyan frowned and instinctively looked out the window.

A very flashy, limited-edition Ferrari, covered in Swarovski crystals, was parked arrogantly across the no-parking zone at the entrance of the city police station, completely blocking the passage for police cars.

The car door opened like wings.

A long leg, clad in black stockings and ten-centimeter red-soled high heels, slowly stepped out.

Immediately afterwards, a woman wearing sunglasses, with bright red lips and an aura so powerful that passersby avoided her stepped out of the car.

She took off her sunglasses, her narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes staring intently at the window of the police station building, as if she could see through the walls and into Lu Jingyan's room.

"Team Leader Lu..."

Su Xiaoxiao's voice trembled slightly as she pointed downstairs, "Who...who is that? That aura is even more domineering than Gu Yanchen's! And...she's looking at you!"

Lu Jingyan narrowed his eyes, watching the woman pull a thick stack of documents from her Hermès Birkin bag, and then stride confidently toward the police station entrance.

The "crime radar" in my mind, though not triggering an alarm, did display a strange notification:

[Ding! Extremely high concentration of 'overbearing and forceful love' detected!]

[Target: Leng Qingqiu. Identity: Female CEO of a multinational conglomerate. Attribute: Love-obsessed (perverted version).]

Lu Jingyan's lips twitched violently.

We just said goodbye to a male domineering CEO, and now a female domineering CEO is coming?

Are the protagonists of this world mass-produced?

"Xiaoxiao."

Lu Jingyan turned around, straightened his police uniform, and spoke with a hint of helplessness and determination.

"Get ready to work."

"Looks like my vacation plans are going to be ruined again."

He strode downstairs.

Since this "love affair" has come knocking on his door, he shouldn't blame him for ruthlessly destroying it...

They were also sent in to work on the sewing machine.