My years as a boss

"Doctor, you are the most popular person on the second floor now."

Lin Yi knocked on the window, and passed the scalpel and bandages to Jiang Yiyi through the railing.

"Only these, just use it."

Jiang Yiyi took the scalpel, and the familiar touch made him subconsciously turn his fingers—the sharp scalpel was like a toy in his hand, rolling up and down with his mind, outlining a dazzling sharpness.

Lin Yi admired his movements for a few seconds, and sighed sincerely: "It seems that there is no scalpel, which greatly limits your performance."

Jiang Yiyi stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him.

"Your previous behavior was too risky." Lin Yi's eyebrows crease slightly, disapproving: "A lunatic is a lunatic, and if you make a mistake, you will have to pay a heavy price."

He glanced at the lunatic sitting silently in the corner: "Staying with him is definitely not a good idea. Can you guarantee that you can control him for the rest of your life? The reason why a beast is a beast is because he will bite back at any time..."

"Too much nonsense."

Jiang Yiyi got up and walked towards the lunatic, looking at his wound: "Take off your clothes."

The lunatic looked at him blankly.

Jiang Yiyi looked at him calmly.

The madman's pupils rolled in his eye sockets, revealing a little response that belonged to a living person.

"I don't like repetition, take your clothes off."

"Can't you just cut the clothes off?" Lin Yi was a little impatient: "A lunatic with chopsticks stuck in his body, what do you want him to..."

His words stopped abruptly.

The lunatic's hand moved slightly, and he lowered his head to fumble for the clothes. It seemed that because he couldn't find a way, he simply tore the whole prison uniform with force, revealing the powerful muscles and intertwined scars underneath.

Jiang Yiyi's gaze swept across the neatly arranged abdominal muscles, and landed on the wound, falling into an extremely calm state.

The scalpel cuts and divides, dexterously like an art, showing the art of the fusion of life and death on the flesh and blood.

"Hey, how many people have you killed?" Lin Yi unknowingly stood upright and asked this sentence.

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 movement, every bone, muscle, and blood vessel of the human body is like a toy he is most familiar with. The artistic cutting and inorganic aura will only give people an artistic sense of sight, but not the opponent. Under the blade is the déjà vu of a living person.

It seemed that he was not saving people, and certainly not killing people.

He's just doing a grand art.

In the world of art, there is no life and death, no crime and justice, only art lasts forever.

It is impossible to be born with a skill that can be called a master. Only through continuous training can he reveal the fluency that is so familiar with the human body—how many people did he kill?

Jiang Yiyi completed this suture along a clear anatomical plane, and was rewarded by upgrading his skills to a master level.

"What did you ask me just now?" Jiang Yiyi threw the bandage to the lunatic, and turned to ask Lin Yi.

There was no anesthesia for the operation just now—of course, the prison does not have the conditions for anesthesia, but the lunatic did not see the slightest pain on his face, he was calm as if he was not the one who was cut and stitched up, and Jiang Yiyi was allowed to complete it 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, a little surprised: "Do you know that you look like a good person now?"

Lin Yi was speechless for a while: "I am a good person in the first place."

"Oh." Jiang Yiyi responded noncommittally, and answered his question: "No."

"what?"

"I said, I never killed anyone."

"Impossible." Lin Yi's tone was inexplicably firm.

"Why is it impossible?" 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, when you said that, I didn't mock you." Jiang Yiyi's tone showed some dissatisfaction: "Your attitude..."

After pausing for a long time, the lunatic slowly reached out and grabbed the bandage, and bandaged his wound slowly but skillfully.

"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 his eyebrows: "I think you have misunderstood our cooperative relationship."

Lin Yi realized that his step back exposed his lack of confidence, but after looking at Jiang Yiyi, he still didn't step forward, and kept a safe distance and said, "Huh?"

"You see, you are useless to me now." Jiang Yiyi pointed out this point calmly: "The butcher is happy to support me, but you..." He tilted his head: "It seems that you have been 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 number of floors on the second floor is too high, and my people are below."

"Are you telling me that you are useless to me?" Jiang Yiyi raised his tone slightly.

Lin Yi remained silent for a longer time.

"what do you want?"

This is really a good question. Jiang Yiyi thought for a few seconds, and was surprised for a moment by the fact that he had almost no desires. 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 passed the scalpel out of the window: "Also, integrate into the second floor."

Lin Yi took the scalpel and looked down at Jiang Yiyi: "Only these?"

"So you have to get full marks."

Jiang Yiyi paused as he walked back to the bedside, and turned to look at Lin Yi: "Of course, there is an easier way. No matter what method you use, if you let your competitor disappear from me, then I will only have you as a choice. "

competitor?Butcher?

This is not a simple matter.

Jiang Yiyi soon discovered that there was plenty of time for venting on the second floor, so much so that people doubted that it was to drain the energy of the prisoners who had nowhere to vent.

But this has nothing to do with Jiang Yiyi - after Jiang Yiyi became famous in the first battle, everyone wisely chose to keep a distance from him, and no one wanted to overestimate Jiang Yiyi's weight.

Of course, maybe this has something to do with the lunatic who follows Jiang Yiyi behind him.

But the reality is that Jiang Yiyi enjoys far more comfortable treatment on the second floor than on the first floor.

The more cruel the environment, the easier it is to succumb to the power itself.

With a movement of his hand, Jiang Yiyi pulled out the scalpel, threw the bandage to the prisoner who seemed to be smiling but not crying, and smiled at him in line with social etiquette: "Okay, bandage yourself."

The bandage fell into the prisoner's arms, and the other prisoner trembled for some reason, so that the bandage fell to the ground, rolled around twice, was stained with a little dust, and stopped at the feet of another person.

Jiang Yiyi stood up and was about to leave. Seeing this scene, he stopped and looked at the person next to the bandage.

The other party glanced at the bandages at his feet, but did not move.

Jiang Yiyi's eyes fell on him, calm and without waves, the scalpel was spinning in his hand, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

The lunatic raised his head behind him, with a fierce gleam in his eyes.

"It doesn't seem convenient for him to bandage himself, bastard, you can help him bandage it."

Before the atmosphere of the scene was about to burst into sparks, Lin Yi broke the confrontation.

Hun Zi's gaze moved away from the bandage, and landed on Lin Yi, sneering.

The others all looked at Lin Yi.

When facing Jiang Yiyi, the silence that no one spoke turned into mocking malice when facing Lin Yi.

"Hey, Mr. Prison Guard, can't you see what we are doing?" Hunzi pointed at Lin Yi provocatively: "Newcomers should follow the doctor honestly and don't do unnecessary things."

Jiang Yiyi's eyes wandered twice between the two groups of people who were confronting each other - to be precise, Hunzi's gang and Lin Yi alone - and took a step back, giving them the home court.

The patient who had just finished the simple operation was still lying on the ground, no one cared about it-this is normal, because Jiang Yiyi was being beaten violently by them before he started the treatment.

Of course, out of humanitarianism and the bounden duty of a doctor, when Jiang Yiyi confirmed that the other party needed surgery, he did not hesitate to interrupt the unilateral beating of Hunzi and the others, and started an art of cutting and healing on the playground like no one else. ——helped the other party to clean and sew up the wound on the abdomen that was obviously caused by a sharp weapon.

"It seems that you lack the necessary respect for the prison guards." Lin Yi stood straight and said softly with unknown meaning.

After Jiang Yiyi showed his hint of not intervening, Hunzi lost the last bit of scruples: "Do you really take yourself seriously?"

Hunzi took a few steps in Lin Yi's direction, reached out and poked his shoulder: "Little boy, do you think others don't know?"

"The guy who can only parachute to the second floor through the back door..."

The crowd roared with laughter.

"It's better to go back to the first floor to eat milk—ah!"

Lin Yi grabbed Hunzi's hand and broke it down. There was a crisp sound of dislocation of bones, accompanied by Hunzi's cry of pain, mixed 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 at Lin Yi and Hunzi several times - the reason why they didn't rush up directly was because the other party was a prison guard anyway, even if they were on the second floor, they attacked prisoners and guards , is not a concept either.

No one will care about the former, and the latter is very likely to lead to unpredictable consequences.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Hunzi's IQ is obviously not high. Judging from the orders he issued after his brain was dominated by anger, he is really not very smart.

"Give it to me! Don't forget who our boss is!"

Jiang Yiyi shook his head, and took another step back to give Lin Yi more room to perform.

Amidst the screams of pain and the sound of physical collisions, Jiang Yiyi's gaze fell aside.

Not far from them, there were two prison guards standing. They calmly watched the situation in front of them, whispering something, and when Jiang Yiyi's eyes fell on them, they politely nodded to Jiang Yiyi and called Say hello.

Ah, the second floor is indeed much more interesting than the first.

Jiang Yiyi turned his gaze back and looked at the person who had fallen to the ground.

Lin Yi gave the prisoner who was still standing at the end a cool shoulder slap, and then patted the non-existent dust on his body, approached unhurriedly, and stopped in front of the bastard.

"The education of the prisoners on the second floor does not seem to be very successful." Although Lin Yi had just had a strenuous exercise, Lin Yi's breathing was still very gentle. Obviously, this was not a strenuous exercise for him.

"It needs to be strengthened." Lin Yi stretched out his hand to hold the Hunzi's shoulder, and under the horrified gaze of the other party, he raised his foot and hit the Hunzi's abdomen hard with his knee, once, twice, and three times.

He let go of his hand, and the bastard fell to the ground, hugging his stomach, making a broken sound.

Lin Yi brushed his knees, straightened up, and glanced at the prison guard not far away.

"Let me explain to them." He said something to Jiang Yiyi, and walked straight to the prison guards.

Jiang Yiyi lowered his head and looked around the victim, and regretfully found that there was no patient who needed surgery, so he looked away boredly, and looked at Lin Yi, who had a cold expression, talking to the prison guards.

Their conversation obviously did not reach an agreement. On the contrary, judging from the increasingly bad atmosphere, there seemed to be some skirmishes.

"His actions just now..." Jiang Yiyi seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be talking to someone: "Does it look familiar?"

The lunatic standing behind him rolled his eyes slightly and landed on Lin Yi.

"Let's go, the air time is almost over, I'll take you back." Lin Yi ended the conversation and returned to Jiang Yiyi and said.

Jiang Yiyi followed him and walked out, calmly asking questions amidst the indistinct sights floating around.

"Have we talked about it?"

"No, but it should be soon."

"Threatened them?"

Lin Yi turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yiyi: "How come? It's just some proposals that conform to the rules and manuals."

Jiang Yiyi doesn't care about the answers to these questions, Lin Yi is more interesting than these.

"The butcher doesn't seem to welcome you. These proposals should be difficult to pass?"

"It will pass." Lin Yishua opened the door of the prison, and smiled at Jiang Yiyi: "If he doesn't want to be replaced."

Jiang Yiyi walked into the prison with a casual tone: "The move you used just now looks familiar..."

Lin Yi, who locked the door again, paused.

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 skills, everyone knows it, so it's inevitable that they are somewhat similar."

"Oh." Jiang Yiyi was noncommittal: "Have you got the madman's information?"

"His experience is a bit complicated..." Lin Yi knocked on the window: "I don't suggest you get involved."

Jiang Yiyi laughed at his statement: "So you are teaching me how to do it again?"

He walked back to the window, the scalpel gleaming at his fingertips, just like himself, approaching Lin Yi with an extreme sense of crisis.

Lin Yi glanced at the distance between him and the window, and made sure it was very safe, before continuing: "No, it's just a friendly suggestion from a collaborator."

The scalpel stopped and stopped.

"material."

"In your locker."

"Scalpel." Jiang Yiyi handed out the scalpel out the window.

Lin Yi glanced at the blade towards him, and was silent for a few seconds.

The atmosphere was deadlocked.

Jiang Yiyi was not in a hurry, he watched Lin Yi calmly, waiting for his choice.

As mentioned before, Jiang Yiyi who has a knife in his hand and Jiang Yiyi who does not have a knife in his hand cannot be generalized at all.

The latter is at least sane and seems to be able to communicate.

But the former is elusive and extremely dangerous - madness and calm are intertwined, and nothing he does will surprise anyone.

die?That's not enough to get him excited, blood?Always by his side.

Anyone who has seen Jiang Yiyi's artistic cutting techniques will be very clear about what they are facing.

Lin Yi paused for a long time.

He held out his hand towards the window.

The scalpel rotated and brushed against Lin Yi's skin lightly. The cold edge brought a strong sense of danger—but nothing happened.

The scalpel landed firmly in Lin Yi's hand.

This silent confrontation came to an end quietly.

"I'm beginning to appreciate you." Jiang Yiyi withdrew his hand: "Continue to show me your value."

Lin Yi put away the scalpel, took one last look at Jiang Yiyi, turned around and walked out.

The handle of the scalpel was stained with wet marks in his hand.