Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

With his hands behind his back, Frey groaned for Stark's gaze for a moment: "I'm not sure ..."

Stark waved his hand: "To be honest, I'm just a referrer." He turned to Batman, "no intention to offend, but an 'expert' thinks he can take a step forward in this area and investigate whether the drug is problematic. "

Batman's voice didn't sound fluctuating: "Strange?"

Stark: "OK, you already know."

Batman: "..."

In the morning, Zhang Dianyu, who had the bedroom for the first time, pushed the door open and faced the sunlight coming in from the window, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

It was breakfast time, and the prisoners were still crowded at the entrance of the cafeteria, which was always crowded, with several guards in charge, delivering meals to the prisoners in the confinement room.

Employees' catering will also be sent to the lounge, but they can also choose to eat at the restaurant themselves-obviously the 24-hour prison staff does not need a fixed time to eat, and Zhang Dianyu and other employees are not willing to crowd with the prisoners In the restaurant.

Zhang Dianyu walked out of the office and was going to eat in the only lounge in the building. Passing by the empty assistant's position, I also glanced at the cell door that was sliding open next to the dark door of the bookshelf.

He was lost in thought.

Although the prison had always been free during the day, when he arranged one of the prisoners near himself, he realized how strange it was.

Especially when he had breakfast in the empty lounge and was going to return to the office, he found that Secostone also came over from the other side of the corridor and silently returned to his open cell.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He was silent, reached out and pushed the back of the bookshelf back door, pretending not to see it.

Secostone was a silent (not high IQ) prisoner, and did not respond to it. He stayed quietly in his cell, and seemed to be very homey-compared to the prisoners walking around on the ground.

Arranging Sycostone here saved one of his guards-but at the same time, it seemed a little reassuring.

Although these prisoners acted according to algorithms, Zhang Dianyu remembers that he was shot a short time ago.

Maybe when this seccostone's head is not right, he came over with a fork and stabbed him.

He is a prisoner after all.

That's kind of funny-really kill yourself?

In Zhang Dianyu's contemplation, the breakfast time is over, a new day of yoga time is in the courtyard, and an old acquaintance visits the door.

Stark drove to his prison door in a swaggering drive.

This is what Zhang Dianyu expected—Peter left, and his assistant was almost undercover, and it was time to change to a new one.

Unexpectedly, Stark's visit this time was not for assistants. On the contrary, he solved a difficult problem for Zhang Dianyu-he said that someone would like to apply for a psychiatrist.

After hearing about it, Dr. Banner was very relieved that there were only two psychiatrist offices in the prison, one of whom was in charge of registering loan records in the library, but remained a psychiatrist.

So can he finally retire comfortably and serve his sentence intently?

Zhang Dianyu rejected him and appointed him as a new assistant, and by the way continued to teach psychiatric offenders to practice yoga.

Banner: "..."

Stark next to him looked shocked and confused, and then said he wanted to participate in the crowd.

Zhang Dianyu nodded and agreed.

Banner seemed to faint, and eventually Stark left the office in a weak zone and went to the courtyard-a few mentally ill prisoners were doing free exercises on yoga mats due to his brief departure.

Zhang Dianyu, a psychiatrist recommended by Stark, also knew-"Stephen Stranger", Supreme Master, was once a surgeon.

Of course, he is also now-at least from his resume.

Strange is very mobile,

While Stark was still watching yoga in the courtyard, he had already come to interview. Anyway, Zhang Dianyu said that it can be done at any time.

His resume was also put into the recruitment panel of the psychiatrist, which was read by Zhang Dianyu.

Of course, this Supreme Master's medical accomplishments have nothing to say, but—

Zhang Dianyu behind her desk put down her documents and asked her own question: "Dr. Strange, the resume says, are you a neurosurgeon?"

The opposite man nodded: "Yes, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu: "And the position you are applying for is a psychiatrist?"

The man continued to nod calmly: "Yes, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu: "OK, you have been hired."

Strange closed his mouth as he was about to continue talking. He looked at Zhang Dianyu for a while, then got up and nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Dian Warden."

Zhang Dianyu called a guard to take a new psychiatrist to the office to transfer the job, and felt that the transaction was very cost-effective.

Anyway, he now has a doctor who offered to stay in the psychiatric area-isn't that enough?

Stranger, who was taken to the psychiatrist's office, saw a neat arrangement inside it, and almost untouched office supplies. There was a hint of doubt between the eyebrows, and he stopped the guard who was about to leave: " Wait-where is the psychiatrist with whom I am handing over? "

So Strange came to the courtyard with the guards who didn't talk very much, and met Stark, who was sitting in the stands crowded among the prisoners, and watched with interest.

"Doctor, in the middle of the courtyard is the person you are looking for." The guard pointed blankly at Banner, and then left in Strange's silence.

Stark looked pleased: "Tell you it's amazing here-it's nice to go with you."

Strinch: "?"

He turned to look at the "psychiatrist" in the courtyard, searched the face in his memory, and frowned slightly.

A vague corner of the red prison uniform under the doctor's lab coat confirmed his conjecture.

Stark raised an eyebrow. "You're right."

After Banner's "treatment" ended, the prisoners slowly dispersed, and several mentally ill prisoners in off-white uniforms were taken away by the nursing staff. Only three of them were gradually left in the small courtyard.

Seeing Strange next to Stark, Banner quickly understood who he was, scratching his hair awkwardly.

Strange's face was no different, and he walked over quickly and nodded to him: "Dr. Banner, I'm the person you hand over."

"Thank goodness," Banner seemed to be about to collapse. "Finally, there are professionals to take over this job."

Strange: "I'm actually a neurosurgeon."

Banner: "?"

Strinch: "Don't worry, I won't propose to stop yoga for mental illness until I find an argument, although I think it has no scientific basis."

Banner: "???"

He was about to explain, but suddenly a voice came in: "Excuse me-Dr. Stranger?"

Several people in the courtyard looked up and saw a young man with freckles on his face holding a stack of books and asking carefully in this direction.

"Sorry, I'm a psychiatrist-but don't worry, I'm working in a library now."

Strange and Banner: "..."