The moment Bruce Banner opened his eyes in the morning, he found the young warden standing not far from his cell door with his hands behind his back. A ray of sunlight hit his side face, softening the originally gloomy eyes.
However, the mortuary table behind him detracts from the scene.
Banner was a little surprised.
Mr. Warden personally ran to the door of his cell early in the morning, presumably there was something important to discuss. But he didn't ask the guards to wake him up simply and rudely, or take him to the interrogation room for questioning.
Banner felt slightly shaken.
Zhang Dianyu quickly noticed the movement coming from the side, and stretched out a hand to signal Banner not to care: "Is there any progress in the research at Stark's side last night?"
Banner didn't expect the warden to be so direct, but he had already checked his statement with Stark last night.
He doesn't know what the warden has to do that requires him to risk his life, but in fact, if there is really something that threatens his life—or Hulk's life, it would be a good thing for him.
It's not that he hasn't tried.
He's even a little curious about what's to come—if it fits his morals, he's willing to try it.
Banner nodded: "The flow of gamma particles from Hulk will repair my body at the last moment, I don't think I can die."
Zhang Dianyu glanced at him.
Banner asked, "Mr. Warden, so now... all I can say is why you're paying particular attention to this issue?"
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while: "That's right, Doctor, the prison needs a 'doctor' right now, and I think you are quite suitable."
Banner couldn't figure it out.
"Regarding psychiatry, I think you have done quite a lot of research these days." Zhang Dianyu smiled at him.
Banner hesitated: "... I don't think it's to that extent."
Zhang Dianyu ignored Banner's personal opinion: "Then are you willing to act as the prison psychiatrist temporarily?"
Banner: "???"
"It's like this," Zhang Dianyu said truthfully, "There are some dangerous mentally ill criminals in the prison, only you are like this..." He almost said the word "superhero", and then thought that the Hulk here has not been included yet, He changed his words, "—only such professionals can deal with it. Out of trust, the prison decided to make an exception and let you, a doctor without a practicing certificate, temporarily act as a psychiatrist."
Banner was dumbfounded, and hardly a word of the bullshit made sense.
Zhang Dianyu smiled: "What do you think, doctor? This kind of prison labor is definitely different from mopping the floor, and it will help you have a chance to apply for parole in a shorter time."
Banner hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should explain why this wasn't the case, or just say no—or make it clear that he didn't want the chance for parole
When he finally opened his mouth, there was only a dry sentence left: "Mr. Warden, I don't think I'm that kind of 'doctor'..."
"That's right," Zhang Dianyu agreed, "you don't even need to change your words."
Banner: "???"
Is that what he said
Banner didn't expect that the purpose of receiving those psychiatric materials was this—he originally thought that the warden thought that he needed to learn to heal himself psychologically, so as to get rid of Hulk's troubles mentally as soon as possible.
Didn't expect him to ask him to treat mental patients? This is too outrageous.
Zhang Dianyu felt that such a conversation through the bars lacked a sense of intimacy, so he took out the key chain he had passed along from the guard and opened Banner's cell door.
Seeing Banner's incomprehensible look, he patted Banner on the shoulder.
"Doctor, about these mental patients, maybe you have heard of their names before." Zhang Dianyu said, "The clown of Gotham - will make the headlines of social news from time to time, I think you should know him. Notorious mental illness criminal , where blood flowed like rivers.”
Banner couldn't help but frowned, Zhang Dianyu saw it.
"Hannibal Lecter - a rising star in the criminal world, brutal and cunning..."
But Banner felt something was wrong: "Wait a minute, Mr. Warden, I think I've seen this name on the news recently, but he seems to be a psychiatrist."
"At the same time, he is also a mental patient." Zhang Dianyu replied very positively.
Banner was very embarrassed: "But he is extremely accomplished in this area, I think it is unlikely that I will win the confrontation with him based on the amount of reading in a week..."
This is already a very euphemistic statement, but in fact it is simply a fantasy.
Zhang Dianyu thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "You are very reasonable, doctor—then why don't we start with something simple, and you can try to treat the clown first?"
Banner: "..."
Is it easy to treat the clown's mental illness
Does this make Batman sound plausible
Zhang Dianyu was in a good mood, and Banner seemed to have been convinced by him—he hadn't refuted it yet anyway.
Of course, for Banner, he usually finds reasonable arguments when he refute people-but this whole thing is so unreasonable that he has to think about where to start.
"Since you have agreed, Doctor," Zhang Dianyu looked at him and said, "you don't have to worry about your prison status. During your time as a psychiatrist, you can tell the guards and nursing staff—if there is any change in the clown, although you Probably not hurt by him, but could have just called the nurses and given him a sedative."
It's best to inject him into a fool as soon as possible.
Zhang Dianyu thought in his heart.
It's a pity that there still seems to be a health bonus in the prison area. Every time the clown wakes up, he goes crazy, and he doesn't seem to be affected by the drug at all.
"Oh, by the way, besides this, there are some mental patients transformed from prisoners." Zhang Dianyu said casually, "When you have free time, you can also treat them—if you can find out the reason for their illness It's better."
Only by finding the reason can we fundamentally solve these problems that require single-person cells—Zhang Dianyu even wondered whether they became mentally ill because they wanted the single-person cells to go crazy.
It is not surprising that the cells for mentally ill prisoners have only single rooms. Even Zhang Dianyu, a layman, knows that putting several violent psychopaths together is tantamount to raising Gu, and the one who survives is the psychopath king.
Banner watched the back of the warden leaving, and finally a clue came out of his messy mind—he might be about to understand how those prisoners turned into mental patients, because he felt the same way.
After breakfast, the guards came to ask Banner to change into a white coat as a psychiatrist.
Banner hesitated to speak, he even wanted to say that he never promised.
But he also forgot to refuse - because he was so shocked by a series of shocking news that he couldn't recover.
The guard's style was the same as before, neither urging nor wavering, standing aside expressionlessly waiting for him to finish changing.
Banner had no choice but to change his clothes and received his first patient in a daze.
The clown was lying in the dark and narrow cell, his limbs were tightly bound by restraints, and he could hardly move.
But when he turned around, there was an excited smile on his face, as if he felt that all this was quite interesting and could not be regarded as torture.
Banner sighed secretly in his heart—can this really be cured