Fury, with his hands behind his back, met Stark's gaze, and pondered for a moment: "I'm not sure..."
Stark waved his hand: "Honestly, I'm just a reference." He turned to Batman, "No offense, but one of the 'experts' thinks he can take a step ahead in this regard and investigate whether there is a problem with the drug. "
Batman's voice sounded unwavering: "Strange?"
Stark: "Okay, you already know."
Batman: "…"
In the early morning, Zhang Dianyu, who had a bedroom for the first time, opened the door and felt a little uncomfortable with the sunlight coming in from the window.
It was breakfast time at this time, and the prisoners were still crowded at the entrance of the cafeteria, which was always crowded. Among them were a few guards, who were responsible for delivering meals to the prisoners in the confinement room.
Meals for the staff will also be sent to the lounge, but they can also choose to go to the restaurant to eat on their own—obviously, prison staff working 24 hours a day do not need to eat at a fixed time, and Zhang Dianyu and other staff are not willing to squeeze into a restaurant with prisoners inside.
Zhang Dianyu walked out of the office, ready to eat in the only lounge in the building. When passing by the empty assistant's position, he also caught a glimpse of the cell door that was also open inside the hidden door of the bookshelf that slid open.
He was lost in thought.
Although the prison has always been free to move around during the day, when he arranged one of the prisoners near him, he realized how weird it was.
Especially when he was going back to the office after having breakfast in the empty lounge, he found that Sekestone had also come from the other end of the corridor and silently returned to his open cell.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He was silent for a while, stretched out his hand and pushed back the hidden door of the bookshelf, pretending not to see it.
Sikestone is a silent (low IQ) prisoner, and he didn't respond to this. He stayed quietly in his cell, and seemed very house-compared with the prisoners walking around the ground outside.
Placing Sikestone here saves one of his guards—but at the same time, it seems a little unnerving.
Although these prisoners acted according to algorithms, Zhang Dianyu still remembered that he was shot not long ago.
Maybe when this Saike Stone got something wrong with his head, he came over with a fork and stabbed him.
He was a prisoner after all.
That would be a bit funny—really killing yourself
While Zhang Dianyu was meditating, the breakfast time also ended, and a new day of yoga time and a visit from an old acquaintance ushered in the courtyard.
Stark ostentatiously stopped at the gate of the prison in his sports car.
This was expected by Zhang Dianyu—Peter had left, and his assistant position was almost reserved for undercover agents, so it was time to replace him with a new one.
Unexpectedly, Stark's visit this time was not for the assistant. On the contrary, he solved an immediate problem for Zhang Dianyu—he said that someone was willing to apply for a psychiatrist.
Dr. Banner was very relieved when he heard about this—there are only two psychiatrist offices in the prison, and one of them is in charge of registering borrowing records in the library, but he is still a psychiatrist.
So can he finally retire in comfort to serve his sentence
Zhang Dianyu rejected him and appointed him as his new assistant, who by the way continued to be responsible for teaching mentally ill criminals to practice yoga.
Banner: "..."
Stark next to him looked shocked and confused, and then expressed his desire to join the crowd of onlookers.
Zhang Dianyu nodded in agreement.
Banner looks like he's about to pass out, and eventually weakly leads Stark out of the office and into the courtyard—where several mentally ill prisoners are doing free exercises on yoga mats due to his brief absence.
Zhang Dianyu, the psychiatrist recommended by Stark, also knows—"Stephen Strange", the supreme mage, who used to be a surgeon.
And, of course, he is now—at least judging by his resume.
Strange's mobility is very strong, and when Stark was still watching Confused Yoga in the courtyard, he had already come to the door for an interview. Anyway, what Zhang Dianyu said was any time.
And his resume was also put into the recruitment panel of psychiatrists, and Zhang Dianyu went through it.
Of course, there is nothing to say about the medical attainments of this supreme mage, but—
Zhang Dianyu behind the desk put down the documents in his hand, and raised his own question: "Doctor Strange, it says on your resume that you are a neurosurgeon?"
The man opposite 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: "Okay, you've been hired."
Strange closed his mouth as he was about to continue. He looked at Zhang Dianyu for a while, then got up and nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Warden."
Zhang Dianyu called a security guard to take the new psychiatrist to the office to hand over the job, and felt that the deal was very good.
Anyway, he now has a doctor who has offered to be stationed in the psychiatric ward—isn't that enough
As for Strange, who was brought to the psychiatrist's office, when he saw the neat furnishings and almost untouched office supplies, he showed a trace of doubt on his brow, and called the guard who was about to leave: " Wait—where is the psychiatrist I handed over to?"
So Strange came to the courtyard with the guards who didn't speak much, and met Stark who was crowded among the prisoners and sat in the stands watching with relish.
"Doctor, the person you are looking for is in the middle of the courtyard." The guard pointed at Banner expressionlessly, and then left in Strange's silence.
Stark looked pleased: "Told you it's amazing here—it's a great match for you."
Strange: "?"
He turned his head to look at the "psychiatrist" in the courtyard, searched the face in his memory, and frowned slightly.
A corner of the red prison uniform was faintly exposed under the doctor's white coat, confirming his guess.
Stark raised an eyebrow: "You guessed right."
After Banner's "treatment" was over, the prisoners slowly dispersed. Several mentally ill criminals in off-white jumpsuits were taken away by the paramedics one by one, and gradually only the three of them remained in the small courtyard.
Seeing Strange next to Stark, Banner quickly understood who he was and scratched his hair in embarrassment.
There was no abnormality on Strange's face, and he walked over quickly and nodded to him: "Doctor Banner, I'm the one you hand over."
"Thankfully," Banner said, looking like he was on the verge of breaking down, "someone is finally here to take over the job."
Strange: "I'm actually a neurosurgeon."
Banner: "?"
Strange: "Don't worry, I'm not going to propose stopping yoga as a cure for mental illness until there's an argument, even though I don't think there's any scientific basis for it."
Banner: "???"
He was about to open his mouth to explain, but suddenly a voice came in from the side: "Excuse me, is this Dr. Strange?"
Several people in the courtyard raised their heads and saw a young man with a few freckles holding a stack of books, and asked cautiously in this direction.
"Sorry, I'm a psychiatrist - but don't worry, I'm working in a library right now."
Strange and Banner: "…"