Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Dr. Quetzer's silence was taken as approval by Zhang Dianyu.

He opened the scheme panel and saw that after being suspended for a week, prisoners lining up for drug addiction and participating in the Alcohol Relief Society suddenly increased a lot.

But there was only one psychologist in the prison at this time. His current job content was arranged by Zhang Dianyu to focus on behavioral therapy to provide psychological counseling to prisoners with a tendency to violence.

Then no cessation party will be hosted for the time being. Zhang Dianyu glanced at Dr. Quetzer and frowned slightly.

The female doctor didn't look too strong, but the cessation society should not be so violent. She only had to pretend to be patient and listen to the prisoner's regretful readme and give an encouraging smile.

"Then, Dr. Quetzer." Zhang Dianyu pondered for a moment, "At present, the prison has not officially accepted mental illness criminals. If you don't mind, would you like to temporarily serve as a psychiatrist?"

Dr. Quezell showed disappointment. "I mind."

Zhang Dianyu "Doctor"

Wrong, is this the right attitude to your boss?

"Sir," Dr. Küzel's expression of disappointment suddenly changed, and he licked the corner of his mouth and laughed. "You know how fascinating the subject is."

Zhang Dianyu didn't think so.

"But if you need it," Dr. Quezell smiled a little oddly. "It's not impossible."

Zhang Dianyu felt that the atmosphere was wrong.

"So"

As soon as Dr. Küzier spoke, he was interrupted by Zhang Dianyu.

"Then the doctor, the public room is right in the middle of the prison, and the Alcoholics Association is there." Zhang Dianyu pretended to look at his watch, "The participants in this period should already be waiting for you over there, not Delayed your time, doctor. "

He picked up the intercom phone with a thunderbolt, "Peter, send Dr. Quezel to the public room."

Dr. Quezel showed a somewhat confused look, and reached out and scratched his hair.

Peter pushed in, and when his eyes fell on Dr. Quetzell, he squeezed his fist slightly and rolled his throat.

Zhang Dianyu knew it, and saw an acquaintance.

He waved, "Go, Peter."

Peter's move seemed inexplicably nervous, and he swallowed and looked at the female psychiatrist in the chair. "Please go here, Dr. Quequezell."

Kuzel thought for a moment, then stood up from the good, with a bright smile, "OK, Peter."

Peter stepped back, his expression more tense.

When Dr. Quetzer reached the "centre of the prison", he could not help but be infected by the atmosphere present.

Isn't this **** cafeteria?

"Uh," Peter scratched his hair a little embarrassed. "The public room is over there."

He pointed to an open space in the far corner of the cafeteria, where there were seven or eight people around, all of them looking sluggish and silent, staring at each other.

Explaining this inexplicable condition of the prison to a super criminal makes Peter feel a little embarrassed but fortunately he is not wearing a Spider-Man suit now and can pretend he doesn't know Harry Quinn.

Yesterday Batman let him stay on, and Mr. Stark also said he shouldn't fight against the snake, Peter had to use his acting skills as much as possible.

Fortunately, he has long been experienced in this matter. For a long time, he has lived a dual life of going to school in the daytime and wearing a Spider-Man suit to fight crime. He has n’t had Ned, May, and Mary Jane, and Mr. Stark and Chief Fury. People have discovered his identity.

But summing it up like this seems to be quite a lot.

Peter scratched his hair and tried to explain "That's it, Dr. Quequezell. Previously, the area next to it was a public area. The warden also arranged a pool table and other public entertainment facilities for the prisoners. Not long ago, Converted into a new detention cell. "

After listening to Dr. Quezel, he tilted his head and looked at Peter for a moment.

Peter ""

It seems that this explanation is indeed even stranger.

"It's funny, sir." Dr. Quetzer smiled low and blinked at Peter.

Peter ""

Finished, he made Harry Quinn find it interesting, and he messed up the task again

It's not yet time to open a meal, but the aroma of food is already permeating the restaurant.

After a week of spinach, this is the second day to restore a moderate diet.

Few dedicated hours are on schedules arranged in prisons. Once Zhang Dianyu was identified, the particularly restless prisoner would be copied and thrown into the confinement room for reflection. The rest, except sleeping, showering, and dining, were free time.

Free time includes labor and study in prison, as well as group treatment for alcoholics under Dr. Küzel's responsibility at this time.

Zhang Dianyu took pains to get them pardoned at an early date and brought him 3,000 rewards.

As for the strong prisoners who cannot survive the frequent friction caused by a lot of free time, is it suitable for survival in society?

After Peter fled and ran away, Dr. Küzel looked at the crowd who could not see far away and walked across the clipboard.

This feels familiar and strange.

She didn't know how long she hadn't put on a doctor's lab coat to study the mental state of patients. In fact, she now only pays attention to one's mental state.

She is charming Mr. J.

The crazy laugh when he robbed the bank, and the happy laughter when he and the flying mouse were hiding, let her indulge in it.

Thinking of this, the smile on Dr. Küzel's face became sweet.

The smell of food permeated the restaurant, but at this time, the 7 prisoners sitting on the 8 chairs in the corner could not move, because their minds were constantly occupied by another thing.

Dr. Quezell casually flipped over the clipboard.

"Okay, I'm the host of this mutual aid society, you are alcoholics." She pointed to the person bored from the side, "Starting from you, talk about the alcohol addiction that bothers you."

The skinny prisoner in an orange prison uniform next to her flinched, "Am I?"

Dr. Kuzel's "nonsense"

"Oh, okay, okay." The prisoner swallowed and slowly fell into painful memories.

"I am the father of three children."

"Okay next one," said Quezel.

Skinny Prisoner ""

The overweight prisoner wearing a dark red prison uniform next to him was also caught off guard "Uh"

Quetzer "Next."

Prisoners ""

It took Dr. Quezell 3 minutes to resolve the mutual aid society, and then glanced at the slightly unwilling prisoners. There was some crazy joy in the tone. "You can leave the guys."

The prisoners didn't dare to disagree, and left their chairs dingy.

Until three o'clock in the afternoon, Dr. Quezell, who spent a few minutes again driving the prisoners away, slumped unhappy in his chair and pressed a beet head that came out of the refrigerator, thinking more and more irritated.

She just went to the kitchen to explore the terrain, and was told by the guards that it was time for group treatment for alcoholics. He was responsible for protecting her here.

And supervisors.

It's a long story. After all, hiring a psychiatrist is quite expensive, and if the prisoner is killed, there will be a period of unavailable windows, which is a potential loss. Zhang Dianyu must send a guard to follow.

This meant that Dr. Quezell had lost the chance to connect with her little pudding, she thought angrily with a beet in her head.

The guard was holding a stun gun in his hand, unaffected by her murderous eyes.

In addition, what suffocated Dr. Quezel most was that the mutual aid would go out from 8 am to 11 pm every day, and the prisoner's dormitory would turn off the lights. There were only two meals in the middle, but it was no different for her. It was in this cafeteria.

She felt like she was soaked in the smell of smoked sausage.

She is even a smoked sausage that can scoop beet heads.

"I want to see the warden." Dr. Quetzer finally said to the guards inexorably.

The guard dutifully informed her of the request, and soon returned to inform her that the warden was waiting for her in the office.

As everyone knows, Zhang Dianyu is also looking for her to talk at this time. He is very distressed at the pass rate of today's group treatment of alcoholics.

The efficiency of the last psychiatrist has made Zhang Dianyu very distressed at the cost of $ 200 per period. He must know that at least 67 treatment plans should be arranged every day, which is simply his lungs.

If the previous psychiatrist made him feel heartache, then Dr. Quetzer's passive idleness just choked him.

Today, a 5-phase treatment plan has been carried out, and the pass rate is a staggering total of 0, 0.

"Doctor," Zhang Dianyu told the female psychiatrist who walked into the office, "Is your request for prisoners too strict? I find that the pass rate of treatment today is still 0."

Dr. Quezel thought for a while, "It was only possible to let them pass"

Zhang Dianyu ""

"That is to say," Dr. Küzier tilted his head, and a strand of golden hair fell from her ears. It seemed more suitable for her than the meticulous hairstyle. "Just let them pass the treatment Plan, I can leave that **** place "

"That's right," Zhang Dianyu hesitated. "But what I didn't expect was, would anyone still dislike the cafeteria?"

You know, prisoners like to play billiards in the cafeteria, watch TV and lift barbells.

"I only like one kind of food," Dr. Quezell smiled strangely, "that's my little pudding." She paused, "and his favorite lemon-cream-filled chocolate, in the shape of a little turtle."

Zhang Dianyu ""

To make matters worse, the psychiatrist he just hired apparently didn't count.

Dr. Quezel returned to the restaurant, where the aroma of food was permeated.

The chefs here are cooking almost all day. In addition to concentrated mealtimes, other times prisoners often come over to eat dinner and watch TV.

The warden was right, the prisoners in this prison really liked the cafeteria.

But Dr. Quetzer only cares about how to get his Alcoholics Mutual Aid to dissolve sooner, which means that the participating prisoners can pass the treatment plan as soon as possible.

The participants of the last abstinence party before dinner were already in place, and Dr. Küzel chose one immediately.

"You, you can start."

The prisoner in the spot was a little stunned, but immediately understood what she meant, and it seemed that this was not the first time she had attended a quit drinking party.

This is a felony prisoner wearing a dark orange prison uniform. He has a thick nasal voice, greasy and dull skin, and obvious alcoholism.

"This is the seventh time I have attended a quit drinking party," he wiped his nose loudly. "It was also the third time I was in jail because of drunk driving. The alcohol addiction followed me like a cheekbones, again and again. Drag me once into this abyss "

Dr. Quezel is very impatient, trying to suppress his feelings. "So, you don't feel any alcoholism now, right?"

The alcoholic prisoner rubbed his eyes in confusion. "No, doctor, I mean, I can't get rid of it." His eyes gradually turned red, "I tried my best, doctor. But whenever I fall into confusion, I only drink Only then can I get rid of my blame for a moment. I was in jail this time because of a car accident, and the whole family died in the sea of ​​fire.

Dr. Quezel took a deep breath. "So do you feel better now?"

"No, doctor," the drinking prisoner cried. "I can't forgive myself. I shouldn't have survived that tragedy."

Dr. Quezell's expression was suddenly realized.

Suddenly she grabbed the only vacant chair, weighed it in her hands, and sat with satisfaction to the last prisoner who had just spoken.

The fragile skull rattled, and then the heavy body fell into the pool of blood, and the prisoner's unconscious face seemed to be unbelievable.

Dr. Quezel exhaled easily.

"The request is quite simple," she said happily. "I think I should help him."

The original noisy canteen was silent for a moment, the guard's gaze looked at the blood pool that was slowly spreading outwards on the ground, and a continuous rolling sound of throat appeared among the prisoners.

"Okay, next one," Dr. Quezel said with satisfaction.