My years as a boss

"Lone wolf, how do you feel? Does it still hurt?" The medical team leader took a flashlight and shone into Lone Wolf's eyes.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Lone Wolf sat on the edge of the bed, not trembling, and seemed unusually silent.

The medical team leader took back the flashlight and wrote something in the notebook.

After the butcher sent Jiang Yiyi off, he came late.

"How about it?"

"It doesn't look like a problem..."

The medical team leader stopped writing and looked at the lone wolf: "Now let's talk about Jiang Yiyi..." He paused: "Do you remember him?"

"Doctor?" Lone Wolf shook his head, lowered his head, his eyes were fixed on his hand, no one was looking at him, and his voice was extremely low: "Very powerful..."

The medical team leader frowned. This kind of stress response was not too extreme—especially when the other party was still trembling for several days, but he always felt a little disobedient.

Lone Wolf's improvement was too sudden.

"anything else?"

"very scary……"

"anything else?"

"Don't... don't provoke him."

The medical team leader frowned, and the butcher took over the conversation: "Do you want to see Jiang Yiyi?"

"No." Lone Wolf shook his head.

"Just now you were at the window..."

Lone Wolf hugged his knees, lowered his head, stared at his hands, and remained silent.

"Seeing Jiang Yiyi, how do you feel?"

Lone Wolf's Adam's apple twitched, but he didn't answer his question: "When can I go back to my room?"

"I don't want to be here."

The medical team leader and the butcher exchanged glances.

"Observe for a few more days, and if you are sure there is no problem, you will be allowed to go back to your room."

Lone Wolf maintained this posture and fell silent.

Medical outside.

"His action is a manifestation of lack of security and heavy self-defense..."

The butcher interrupted the medical team leader: "What happened to him?"

"I'm a general doctor. If you want to know the answer, you might as well ask that doctor." The medical team leader said angrily, "I reminded you not to let Lone Wolf and Jiang Yiyi meet."

"I didn't expect that Lone Wolf would open the curtain and see Jiang Yiyi."

The medical team leader glanced at him: "Don't you think it's a coincidence?"

The butcher rubbed his eyebrows: "It's a coincidence, but Jiang Yiyi has nothing to do with this coincidence."

"That guy..." the medical team leader muttered, "There really is no flaw."

The butcher frowned: "Are you so sure that this matter has something to do with Jiang Yiyi?"

"If it doesn't matter, I'd be even more surprised. Don't be stupid, you know what kind of person Jiang Yiyi is, you know better than me. It's impossible for him to do nothing."

"But what did he do? What could he do?" asked the butcher.

The corridor was quiet for a few seconds, and the medical team leader mentioned another irrelevant matter: "The madman's condition has improved a lot..." He meant something: "It seems that simple communication can be carried out, and violence has decreased, almost like It's like... being healed."

Butcher: "Then it seems that we will relax for a while."

"Easy?" The medical team leader repeated the word in a strange tone, and looked at the butcher: "Could it be that the star warden thinks you are stupid and innovative, so he keeps you?"

Speaking of Warden Xing, Butcher subconsciously became serious: "Then as a smart person, why don't you tell me your opinion?"

"You'd better keep a close eye on the lunatic and the lone wolf..." The medical team leader glanced at the lone wolf in the medical room from the window. He sat on the bed with his knees hugged, shrunk into a small shadow, motionless, and went out from them Up to now, I have been staring at my hand all the time.

"Jiang Yiyi made a special effort to meet them before leaving, and definitely wouldn't do nothing."

The butcher followed his gaze and paused on the lone wolf. The lone wolf looked more frightened now—but at least he could still feel the pain even though the pain had stopped before, and he couldn’t even stop Trembling looks much better.

Emotion told him that the medical team leader was right, and reason told him that Jiang Yiyi had no chance to do anything to them.

The intertwining of these two diametrically opposed perceptions made the butcher's expression extremely complicated for a moment.

The head of the medical team shook his head, his doubts were sincere—what did Warden Xing see in the butcher, so that he could be placed in the position of the second-level manager?

madness?Stubborn?Or excess kindness?

Fortunately, it was the second floor, and most of the prisoners were harmless. Even though the butcher was so full of loopholes, it didn't cause any major mistakes.

But at the same time, when encountering a prisoner as dangerous as Jiang Yiyi, the Butcher's shortcomings will naturally be infinitely magnified, providing the other party with many opportunities to take advantage of.

"The butcher..." The medical team leader patted him on the shoulder: "Anyway, keep an eye on them."

"Watch them?" repeated the butcher.

"If you lose a hair or a toenail, you will find it. "Watch it." The medical team leader glanced at the butcher: "It's just a matter of sending more people, do you still need to hesitate?"

"No, I'm not hesitating." Butcher thought about it and said, "I just can't figure out what kind of result Jiang Yiyi wants to get?"

The medical team leader paused for a few seconds, showing obvious surprise: "You forgot the regulations? Rule [-] of the administrator's manual: Don't probe into the thoughts of prisoners."

The administrator's handbook is the iron law promulgated by the warden of the star, and all prison guards must follow it. This is the basis for Hanbang Star Prison to maintain its operation.

The butcher recovered from his trance, and explained subconsciously: "I just want to use this to determine what will happen next."

"Your recent behavior is indeed somewhat abnormal, and I will apply for a re-examination of you." The medical team leader did not accept his explanation: "Including the psychological state."

"Mental state?" The butcher repeated the word emphasized by the medical team leader, and he came to his senses: "Do you think Jiang Yiyi..."

He stopped talking, his expression becoming more and more tangled: "Impossible, all my contacts with Jiang Yiyi are under surveillance..."

"That Meng Jian..." The medical team leader suddenly mentioned another person: "Why did he suddenly disappear?"

"He..." Butcher paused for two seconds.

"He's from the Starship Army." The medical team leader didn't know the deal between the butcher and the other party, let alone the meeting that only a few people knew about, but he still casually relied on the known information to come up with an accurate answer : "Did he meet Jiang Yiyi alone?"

The medical team leader glanced at the butcher and said firmly, "So, he disappeared."

"This is the normal resignation process..." Butcher tried to refute something weakly: "He didn't die..."

"No one said he's dead." It's a miracle that this stupid, even thoughtless butcher can stay on the second floor until now.Even though the medical team leader was very aware of his stupidity, he still inevitably came up with this idea.

"After meeting alone, it disappeared completely. Haven't you thought about why?"

"He has completed the task, and his identity has been exposed again, so naturally..." The butcher paused when he said this.

Jiang Yiyi's name popped up in his mind, and with an overwhelming force, he wiped away all the soft and gentle guesses, leaving an abyss that cannot be pryed into.

Seeing that he finally understood, the medical team leader was too lazy to make more expressions: "Jiang Yiyi is a doctor—a doctor who is better at psychology than surgery."

The butcher's expression was solemn: "You mean, what happened to Meng Jian...?"

"It's strange what happened to him? Meeting Jiang Yiyi alone, wouldn't it be more strange if nothing happened?"

The medical team leader brought back the long-lost topic: "I mentioned him not to prove what happened in that private meeting that no one knew about, but to tell you..."

"Even through the door, he can..." The medical team leader looked at the butcher: "Control, cut, reorganize."

The fat on the butcher's face trembled, and finally came to an extremely clear understanding: "He can't stay on the third floor, he has to go lower."

"Congratulations on finally understanding this." The medical team leader patted him on the shoulder: "Of course he will go further down. His goal is in the deepest part of the Star Prison."

"You don't think that he came to Star Prison just to do these things on the second floor?"

"I'm not that stupid."

"Then I'm relieved." The medical team leader withdrew his hand, and his tone returned to indifference: "The rest of the matter, you deal with it, as for your matter... the higher-ups will deal with it."