"Doctor, you are the most popular person on the second floor right now."
Lin Yi knocked on the window and handed the scalpel and bandage to Jiang Yiyi through the railing.
"These are all I have. I'll make do with them."
Jiang Yiyi took the scalpel. The overly familiar touch made him subconsciously turn his fingers. The sharp scalpel was like a toy in his hand, rolling up and down as he wished, outlining a dazzling edge.
Lin Yi admired his movements for a few seconds and sighed sincerely: "It seems that not having a scalpel has greatly limited your performance."
Jiang Yiyi stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him.
"Your previous actions were too risky." Lin Yi frowned slightly and said disapprovingly, "A madman is a madman. If you make a mistake, you will pay a heavy price."
He glanced at the madman who was sitting silently in the corner: "It is definitely not a good idea to stay with him. Can you guarantee that you can control him forever? The reason why a beast is a beast is because it can bite back at any time..."
"Too much nonsense."
Jiang Yiyi stood up and walked towards the madman, looking at his wounds: "Take off your clothes."
The madman looked at him blankly.
Jiang Yiyi looked at him calmly.
The madman's pupils moved in his eye sockets, revealing some response of a living person.
"I don't like repetition, take off your clothes."
"Why don't you just cut open his clothes?" Lin Yi was a little impatient: "He's a lunatic with chopsticks stuck in his body, what do you want him to do..."
There was an abrupt pause in his speech.
The madman's hand moved slightly, and he lowered his head to grope for his clothes. It seemed that he couldn't find a way, so he simply used force to tear off the entire prison uniform, revealing the powerful muscles and crisscrossing scars underneath.
Jiang Yiyi's eyes swept across the neatly arranged abdominal muscles and fell on the wound, and he fell into an extremely calm state.
The scalpel cuts and divides, deftly like art, displaying the art of the fusion of life and death on flesh and blood.
"Hey, how many people have you killed?" Lin Yi straightened his body unconsciously and asked this question.
This is not without reason. Jiang Yiyi with a knife in his hand is completely different from Jiang Yiyi without a knife in his hand.
In the former's movements, every bone, muscle, and blood vessel of the human body seems to be the toy he is most familiar with. The artistic cutting and inorganic aura will only give people a sense of art, but not the sense of déjà vu that there is a living person under the blade.
It was as if he was not saving people, and certainly not killing people.
He was just completing a grand art.
In the world of art, there is no life or death, no sin or justice, only art lasts forever.
Such master-level skills cannot be innate. Only through constant practice can one display such a fluency and familiarity with the human body - how many people has he killed
Jiang Yiyi completed the suture along the clear anatomical plane and was rewarded with his skills upgraded to master level.
"What did you ask me just now?" Jiang Yiyi threw the bandage to the madman and turned to ask Lin Yi.
The previous operation was performed without anesthesia - of course, the prison did not have the conditions for anesthesia, but there was no sign of pain on the madman's face. He was calm, as if he was not the one being cut and stitched, and let Jiang Yiyi complete the operation.
The madman stared at the bandage for a long time.
"How many people have you killed?" Lin Yi repeated.
Jiang Yiyi carefully observed his expression and was a little surprised: "Do you know that you look like a good person now?"
Lin Yi was speechless for a moment: "I am a good person."
"Oh." Jiang Yiyi responded without comment and answered his question: "No."
"What?"
"I said, I haven't killed anyone."
"Impossible." Lin Yi's tone was inexplicably firm.
"Why not?" Jiang Yiyi answered him with Lin Yi's words just now: "I am also a good person."
Lin Yi couldn't help but sneered: "Impossible."
"Hey, I wasn't mocking you when you said that." Jiang Yiyi said with some dissatisfaction: "Your attitude..."
After a long pause, the madman slowly reached out and grabbed the bandage, slowly but extremely skillfully bandaging his own wound.
"Are you teaching me how to do it?" Jiang Yiyi turned the scalpel and walked towards the window.
Lin Yi subconsciously took a step back.
Jiang Yiyi stopped and raised her eyebrows: "I think you have some misunderstanding about our partnership."
Lin Yi realized that his step back exposed his lack of confidence, but after looking at Jiang Yiyi, he still didn't step forward, maintaining a safe distance and said: "Hmm?"
"You see, you are of no use to me now." Jiang Yiyi pointed this out calmly: "The butcher is happy to support me, but you..." He tilted his head: "It seems that you are rejected by the prison guards."
"Before, I saved you from the butcher. Now, it's time for you to prove to me that you are still useful to me."
Lin Yi was silent for a few seconds: "The second floor is too high, my people are down there."
"Are you telling me that you are no longer useful to me?" Jiang Yiyi raised her voice slightly.
Lin Yi remained silent for even longer.
"what do you want?"
This is really a good question. Jiang Yiyi thought about it for a few seconds and was surprised for a moment at his current situation where he had almost no desire. As a human being, he seemed to be a little too restrained.
After thinking about it, the butcher's words came to Jiang Yiyi's mind.
"The madman's file..." Jiang Yiyi stopped and handed the scalpel out of the window: "Also, integrate into the second floor."
Lin Yi took the scalpel away and looked down at Jiang Yiyi: "Is that all?"
"So you have to get full marks."
Jiang Yiyi paused as she walked back to the bed, then turned to look at Lin Yi: "Of course, there is an easier way. No matter what method you use, make your competitor disappear from my sight, then you are the only choice I have."
Rival? Butcher
This is not an easy thing to do.
Jiang Yiyi soon discovered that the exercise time on the second floor was very sufficient, so sufficient that it made people suspect that this was to kill the prisoners' energy that had nowhere to vent.
But this has nothing to do with Jiang Yiyi - after Jiang Yiyi became famous, everyone wisely chose to keep a distance from him, and no one wanted to overestimate Jiang Yiyi's importance.
Of course, maybe this has something to do with the madman who follows Jiang Yiyi like a shadow.
But the reality is that Jiang Yiyi enjoyed far more comfortable treatment on the second floor than on the first floor.
The more brutal the environment, the easier it is to succumb to the force itself.
Jiang Yiyi pulled out a scalpel and threw the bandage to the prisoner, who seemed to be laughing but not crying. He gave him a smile that was in line with social etiquette and said, "Okay, bandage it yourself."
The bandage fell into the prisoner's arms, and for some reason the other party trembled so violently that the bandage fell to the ground, rolled twice, was covered with some dust, and stopped at the feet of another person.
Jiang Yiyi stood up and prepared to leave, but when he saw this scene, he stopped and looked at the person next to the bandage.
The other party glanced at the bandage at his feet and did nothing.
Jiang Yiyi's gaze fell on him, calm and without any ripples, the scalpel was spinning in her hand, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.
The madman raised his head behind him, with a hint of ferocity in his eyes.
"It looks like he is having trouble bandaging himself. Bastard, help him bandage it."
Before the atmosphere was about to burst into sparks, Lin Yi spoke up to break the standoff.
The gangster's gaze shifted from the bandage to Lin Yi, with a mocking look on his face.
The others all turned their eyes to Lin Yi.
When facing Jiang Yiyi, there was silence without anyone speaking, but when facing Lin Yi, it turned into a mocking and malicious atmosphere.
"Hey, Mr. Prison Guard, can't you see what we are doing?" The scoundrel pointed at Lin Yi and said provocatively: "Newcomers should just follow the doctor and don't do unnecessary things."
Jiang Yiyi's gaze lingered twice between the two groups of people who were confronting each other - to be precise, the gang of hooligans and Lin Yi alone - and she took a step back, giving them the home court.
The patient who had just finished a simple operation was still lying on the ground, with no one caring about him - this was normal, because before Jiang Yiyi started the treatment, he was being beaten by them.
Of course, out of humanitarianism and the doctor's duty, when Jiang Yiyi confirmed that the other party needed surgical operation, he did not hesitate to interrupt the one-sided beating of the gangsters, and started the art of cutting and healing on the playground without paying attention to the people around him - helping the other party clean and suture the wound on his abdomen that was obviously caused by a sharp weapon.
"It seems that you lack the necessary respect for prison guards." Lin Yi stood straight and said softly with ambiguous meaning.
After Jiang Yiyi hinted that he would not intervene, Hunzi lost his last bit of scruples: "Do you really take yourself seriously?"
The scoundrel took a few steps towards Lin Yi and poked his shoulder with his hand: "Little pretty boy, do you think others don't know?"
"The guy who can only get to the second floor through the back door..."
The crowd laughed.
"You'd better roll back to the first floor and feed yourself--ah!"
Lin Yi grabbed the bastard's hand and twisted it downwards. A crisp sound of bones dislocating came, along with the bastard's cry of pain, blending into an extremely cold warning: "It seems that you need to learn to respect me."
"Brother..." The younger brothers who were watching from the side looked back and forth between Lin Yi and the gangster several times - the reason they did not rush up directly was because the other party was a prison guard after all. Even if he was on the second floor, attacking prisoners and attacking prison guards were not the same concept.
No one will care about the former, while the latter is very likely to lead to unpredictable consequences.
"What are you standing there for?" The gangster's IQ was obviously not high. Judging from the commands he issued after his brain was dominated by anger, he was really not very smart.
"Come on! Don't forget who our boss is!"
Jiang Yiyi shook her head and took another step back to give Lin Yi more room to move.
Amid the cries of pain and the sounds of flesh colliding, Jiang Yiyi's gaze fell to the side.
Not far from them, there were two prison guards standing. They were watching the situation calmly and whispering to each other. When Jiang Yiyi's eyes fell on them, they politely nodded to Jiang Yiyi and greeted him.
Ah, the second floor is indeed much more interesting than the first floor.
Jiang Yiyi moved his gaze back and looked at the people lying on the ground.
Lin Yi gave the last prisoner who was still standing a dashing back shoulder throw, then brushed off the non-existent dust on his body, walked slowly towards the gangster, and stopped in front of him.
"It seems that the education of prisoners on the second floor is not very successful." Although he had just done strenuous exercise, Lin Yi's breathing was still extremely slow. Obviously, this was not considered strenuous exercise for him.
"It is necessary to strengthen it." Lin Yi stretched out his hand to hold the gangster's shoulder. Under the other party's horrified gaze, he raised his foot and used his knee to hit the gangster's abdomen hard, once, twice, and three times.
He loosened his grip, and the bastard fell to the ground, holding his stomach, making fragmented sounds.
Lin Yi brushed his knees, straightened up, and glanced at the prison guard not far away.
"I'll explain to them." He said to Jiang Yiyi and walked straight towards the prison guards.
Jiang Yiyi lowered her head and looked around at the victims. She was very sorry to find that there were no patients who needed surgical operation. She withdrew her gaze boredly and looked at Lin Yi, who had a cold expression and was talking to the prison guards.
Their conversation obviously did not lead to any agreement; on the contrary, judging from the increasingly bad atmosphere, it seemed that some minor conflicts had occurred.
"His actions just now..." Jiang Yiyi seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be talking to someone: "Does it look familiar?"
The madman standing behind him turned his eyes slightly and fell on Lin Yi.
"Let's go, the exercise time is almost over, I'll take you back." Lin Yi ended the conversation and returned to Jiang Yiyi.
Jiang Yiyi followed him outside and asked calmly amid the vague gazes coming from all around.
"Has the deal been settled?"
"No, but it should be soon."
"Threatened them?"
Lin Yi turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yiyi: "How could that be? They are just some suggestions that comply with the rules and manual."
Jiang Yiyi didn't care about the answers to these questions. Compared to them, Lin Yi was more interesting.
"The butcher doesn't seem to welcome you. These proposals should be difficult to pass?"
"He will pass." Lin Yi opened the cell door and smiled at Jiang Yiyi: "If he doesn't want to be replaced."
Jiang Yiyi walked into the cell, and said nonchalantly, "The moves you just used look familiar..."
Lin Yi paused as he locked the door again.
Jiang Yiyi finished the second half of the sentence: "I can't remember where it looks familiar."
Lin Yi locked the door.
"It's just some fighting techniques that everyone knows, so it's inevitable that they are a bit similar."
"Oh." Jiang Yiyi did not comment: "Did you get the madman's information?"
"His experience is a bit complicated..." Lin Yi knocked on the window: "I don't recommend you get involved."
Jiang Yiyi laughed at his words: "So you are teaching me how to do it again?"
He walked back to the window, the scalpel flashing at his fingertips, just like himself, with an extreme sense of crisis, he approached Lin Yi.
Lin Yi glanced at the distance between him and the window, and confirmed that it was safe, before continuing, "No, it was just a friendly suggestion from a collaborator."
The scalpel paused and stopped moving.
"material."
"In your locker."
"Scalpel." Jiang Yiyi handed the scalpel out the window.
Lin Yi glanced at the blade pointing towards him and was silent for a few seconds.
The atmosphere was at a stalemate.
Jiang Yiyi was not anxious. He looked at Lin Yi calmly, waiting for his choice.
As mentioned before, Jiang Yiyi with a knife in his hand and Jiang Yiyi without a knife in his hand cannot be generalized.
The latter at least have rationality and seem to be able to communicate.
But the former is unpredictable and extremely dangerous - madness and calmness are intertwined, and nothing he does will surprise anyone.
Death? That doesn't excite him. Blood? That's always there for him.
Anyone who has seen Jiang Yiyi's artistic cutting techniques will know exactly what they are facing.
Lin Yi paused for a long time.
He held out his hand toward the window.
The scalpel rotated and lightly brushed Lin Yi's skin. The cold edge brought a strong sense of danger - but nothing happened.
The scalpel fell steadily into Lin Yi's hands.
This silent confrontation came to an end quietly.
"I'm beginning to admire you." Jiang Yiyi took back her hand: "Continue to show me your value."
Lin Yi put away the scalpel, took one last look at Jiang Yiyi, then turned and walked out.
The handle of the scalpel was stained with wet marks in his hand.