Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Fury, with his hands behind him, met Stark's gaze, and pondered for a moment: "I'm not sure..."

Stark waved his hand: "To be honest, I'm just a referrer." He turned to Batman, "No offense, but an'expert' thought he could take the first step in this regard and investigate whether there is a problem with the drug. "

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

Stark: "Okay, you already know."

Batman: "..."

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

It was breakfast time, and the prisoners were still crowded at the door of the always-crowded canteen, which was mixed with several guards who were responsible for delivering meals to the prisoners in the confinement room.

The staff’s meals will also be delivered to the lounge, but they can also choose to go to the restaurant to eat on their own. Obviously, prison staff with a 24-hour working system do not need to eat at a fixed time, and Zhang Dianyu and other staff are not willing to squeeze with the prisoners. In the restaurant.

Zhang Dianyu walked out of the office, going to the only lounge in the building to have a meal.When passing by the empty assistant's position, he also caught a glimpse of the open cell door in the bookcase hidden door sliding next to him.

He was lost in thought.

Although the prison has always been free to move around during the day, he discovered how weird it was when he arranged one of the prisoners near him.

Especially when he had breakfast in the empty lounge and planned to go back to the office, when he found that Sycostone had also walked over from the other side of the corridor and silently returned to his open cell.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He was silent for a moment, and reached out his hand to push the secret door of the bookshelf back, pretending not to see it.

SYKSTONE was a silent (not high IQ) prisoner, and did not respond to this. He stayed quietly in his cell, seemingly very homely-compared with the prisoners walking outside.

Arranging Sycostone here, eliminating one of his guards-but at the same time, it seems a bit uncomfortable.

Although these prisoners acted according to algorithms, Zhang Dianyu still remembered that he was shot not long ago.

Maybe this SYKSTONE had something wrong with his head, so he came over with a fork and stabbed him.

After all, he is a prisoner.

That's kind of funny-really kill yourself?

In Zhang Dianyu's contemplation, the breakfast time was over, and a new day of yoga was ushered in the courtyard, as well as an old acquaintance's visit.

Stark drove his sloppy sports car and parked at the prison door.

This was in Zhang Dianyu's expectation-Peter had left, his assistant position was almost exclusively for undercover agents, and it was time for a newcomer.

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

After hearing about this, Dr. Banner was very pleased-there were only two psychiatrist offices in the prison, one of whom was in charge of registering and borrowing records in the library, but was still a psychiatrist.

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

Zhang Dianyu rejected him and appointed him as a new assistant. By the way, he continued to be responsible for teaching mentally ill criminals to practice yoga.

Banner: "..."

Stark next to him looked shocked and confused, and immediately expressed his desire to participate in the crowd of onlookers.

Zhang Dianyu nodded and agreed.

Banner looked about to faint, and in the end he could only weakly lead Stark out of the office and head to the courtyard-several mentally ill prisoners were still doing free exercises on yoga mats due to his brief departure.

Zhang Dianyu, a psychiatrist recommended by Stark, also knows-"Stephen Strange", the Supreme Master, who was once a surgeon.

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

Strange's mobility is very strong. When Stark was still watching Confusion Yoga in the courtyard, he had already visited for an interview.Anyway, what Zhang Dianyu said is anytime.

And his resume was also put into the recruitment panel of the psychiatrist, and Zhang Dianyu looked through it.

Of course there is nothing to say about the medical attainments of this supreme mage, but—

Behind the desk, Zhang Dianyu put down the documents in his hand and asked his own question: "Doctor Strange, the resume says 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 his head calmly: "Yes, Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu: "Okay, you are hired."

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

Zhang Dianyu called a guard to take a new psychiatrist to the office to take over, and felt that the deal was a good deal.

In any case, he now has a doctor who volunteered to be stationed in the mental ward-isn't that enough?

Strange, who was taken to the psychiatrist's office, saw the neatly arranged furnishings and almost untouched office supplies, with a trace of doubt between his eyebrows, and he stopped the guard who was leaving: " Wait—Where is the psychiatrist I handed over?"

So Strange followed the guard who didn't speak much to the courtyard, and met Stark, who was sitting in the stands among the prisoners and watching with relish.

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

Stark looked very happy: "I told you that this place is amazing-it goes well with you."

Strange: "?"

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

A corner of the red prison uniform was vaguely exposed under the doctor's white coat, confirming his guess.

Stark raised an eyebrow. "You guessed it right."

After Banner's "treatment" was over, the prisoners slowly dispersed. Several mentally ill criminals wearing off-white one-piece prison uniforms were taken away by nursing staff one by one. Gradually, only three of them were left in the small courtyard.

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

There was nothing strange on Strange's face, and he walked over quickly and nodded to him: "Doctor Banner, I'm the one you handed over."

"Thank God," Banner looked like he was about to collapse. "Finally, there are professionals to take over."

Strange: "I'm actually a neurosurgeon."

Banner: "?"

Strange: "Don't worry, I will not propose to stop yoga to treat mental illness until I find the evidence, although I think it has no scientific basis."

Banner: "???"

He was about to explain, but suddenly there was a voice coming in beside him: "Excuse me—Doctor Strange?"

Several people in the courtyard raised their heads and saw a young man with some freckles on his face holding a stack of books and cautiously asking in this direction.

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

Strange and Banner: "..."