[The Shawshank Redemption] Converted

"Doctor! Is the doctor on duty there?" Byron yelled loudly before entering the infirmary.

A middle-aged man in a white coat walked to the door and poked his head. His eyes scanned the prisoner leaning against Captain Hadley.

Seeing no obvious serious injuries, he pushed the reading glasses that couldn't be pushed down, and said with some doubts: "Mr. Hadley, this person seems to be fine..."

Speaking of which, in the past few months, their infirmary has been really quiet, and they haven't received new wounded patients for a long time.There are only a few old guys with chronic diseases who come to the doctor to get medicine from time to time.

Byron glanced at the nameplate of the other party, and explained patiently: "Doctor Webster, he suffered a severe blow to the head and contusions on his limbs. At least he needs to be checked before making a conclusion."

Webster is over 50 this year and is about to retire.He was originally a military doctor who went out with the team, but now that he has come to Shawshank, he can be considered to have started to take care of his life ahead of schedule.

People always become lazy the more they are idle, and the old doctor was no exception. He felt from the bottom of his heart that the examination was completely superfluous.

But under the eaves, he still had a simple face-to-face consultation for the sake of the captain of the guard.

"Feel dizzy and nauseous? Do you see double shadows on the edge of the window?"

"A little dizzy, but I can see clearly, sir"

"Oh, mild concussion, I can give you a leave of absence, go back and rest for two days"

In fact, the fights between prisoners were quite fierce, and they were often injured more seriously than the tall, thin, pale guy in front of him, but no one dared to make any false notes—for fear that the prison guards would not know, waiting to be arrested. Can't close confinement?

Dr. Webster rummaged through a drawer to find a piece of paper with a creased corner, brushed a few strokes, and handed it to the lucky guy who somehow got the favor of the prison guard captain. He got up and wanted to go back to the room to rest.

"Oh, thank you, doctor, please bring me some more povidone iodine." There was not much warmth in Captain Hadley's thanks, and the doctor had to turn around abruptly and walk towards the medicine cabinet.

Subconsciously glanced out of the window, and saw snowflakes dancing wildly in the wind, Webster thought to himself: "It's so cold, why are you worried about wound infection?" !I have practiced medicine for so many years, and I have never seen such a delicate patient'

And Byron, who was being muttered by him, was also slandering: "I grew up so big, whether it is the overcrowded China or the extremely inefficient America, I have never seen a doctor who is arrogant and hasty like this."

Dr. Webster stuffed the brown-black vial into Andy's hand, turned around and walked away quickly. That neat pace made him look much younger.

It's just that it's a bit like running away, as if afraid of being stopped by Byron again.

Seeing that Byron seemed to be about to catch up and argue, Andy quickly grabbed the corner of his uniform: "Mr. Hadley, I'm fine, so I don't need to waste the doctor's time anymore."

"Forget it, at his level, it's useless to stay here, he's not as good as a layman like me." Byron gritted his teeth secretly, with some annoyance unavoidably in his tone.

Hearing this, Andy couldn't help laughing, but accidentally pulled the wound on the corner of his lips. "Hiss", he gasped uncontrollably.

Byron snatched the iodophor bottle in Andy's hand, leaned over and took out a cotton swab from the doctor's table, and carefully applied the medicine to his lips.

The heights of the two are very close, and in this posture, Byron can bump into those blue eyes that are as blue as the sky and as clear as the sea as soon as he raises his eyes.

Feeling speechless and slightly embarrassed, Byron asked, "Is this the first time this group of people have troubled you?"

"Well..." Andy replied vaguely, because he didn't know how much "trouble" Byron was talking about—it was indeed the first time that such a dangerous situation happened today.

Byron signaled Andy to take off his prison uniform jacket. He had treated the traumatic injuries on his face and palms gently and quickly.

Andy was only wearing a white cotton vest. During this month, the hairs on his exposed arms, shoulders and neck stood upright, and a small pimple quickly arose.

Byron didn't see any breach, so he quickly picked up the prison uniform on the back of the chair and put it on Andy again.He caught a momentary pause as he lifted the other's arm.

"Did you strain your left arm? You bastards! The back of your shoulder is blue!" Byron felt that even if it was the first offense of this group of lecherous sister gangs, he would never let him off lightly.

"It's nothing, Mr. Hadley, when I was working, I was also exerting force on the right side."

When working in the bank, Andy was not a pampered person; when he was in prison, there was no need to complain.

However, Byron knew very well that such an injury hidden in his muscles and bones would cause endless troubles if he was not careful.

He took out the note from Andy's coat pocket and read it word for word from beginning to end.

It's a pity that the old fox Webster, although there are many loopholes in the consultation, but the craftsmanship of writing the leave note is so that people can't find any loopholes that can be exploited.

After pondering for a moment, Byron patted Andy's uninjured shoulder lightly, and said without hesitation: "I have a big project on hand recently, and I am too busy. I am short of an assistant with a standard size. Dufresne, If it’s interesting enough, you can come and help me for two weeks.”

Andy stared at Byron, the sincerity in the other's eyes was clear, so he felt that the captain of the guard was very interesting - just listen to his words, and others might wonder how hard this assistant must be. Captain Hadley is also needed to "repay the favor".

When Byron saw that he agreed, he had a rare smile on his face, tapped Andy's abdomen with his fingers, and joked, "Although I don't have a small belly, I can't touch any muscles.

Dufresne, when you recover from your illness, I'll take you to practice hard, and I'm sure you'll encounter trouble next time. If you hit five with one, it won't be a problem."

Instructing the other party to stay in the cell to recuperate for two days before going to the office to find him, Byron walked away.After all, busy projects are not an excuse.

Byron returned to the office, took off his police cap, wiped off a thin layer of snow, and hung it on the top of the coat hanger.

He had just pulled a chair and sat down at the desk when he keenly found some small things that did not belong to him on the desk covered with drawings, information books, stationery, and sundries.

Picking up one by one, he squeezed the whole five packs of cigarettes in his hand, and shouted to the mail box next door: "Walley! Who has been to my office?"

A young man with neatly combed blond hair ran in three steps at a time, took a good look at the cigarette case in the captain's hand, and said, "This was sent by Trout. This guy, crying and shouting, handed it over..."

"How many days will you be locked up for ordinary gang fights?" Byron casually played with the boxy box.

"Captain, it depends on the severity of the situation... three to five days, a week at most." This is the consensus of most prisons. If they are locked up for ten days and half a month, there will inevitably be a shortage of cheap labor.

"Bribing the officer is a higher crime. The three of them will be locked up for a week. After they come out, they will run around outside every day when everyone is reading the Bible. As for when it will end, well, it depends on their repentance."

Winters in Portland are cold and humid.It's enough to suffer in the house, not to mention wearing a thin prison uniform, running round after round while facing the pain of fine snow on the face.

This punishment with an indefinite end date is not bloody or violent at all, but the pain is probably not much worse.

As for the five packs of cigarettes, Byron accepted it with a smile.

Otherwise, do you want to return the "stolen goods" that can be exchanged for hundreds of dollars and return them to those bastards to become their capital for doing evil?

In the early morning two days later, Byron had just spent half the night working on the design draft of an elementary school.

Looking out of the window at the rising sun that had just jumped out of the horizon, Byron said to himself, "Fortunately, I have an assistant today."

Pushing open the window with one hand, Byron took out a cigarette, lit it, and refreshed himself.

But after taking a few sips, he felt that the taste was not quite right.

'Could it be that the Sister Gang still used expired cigarettes as bribes?Is this too bold and reckless, or is it too calculating? 'Byron was thinking, still putting out the cigarette butt in the white porcelain jar.

After going to the water room to wash his mouth, Byron sat back at the table, leaned gently on the back of the comfortable chair, and waited for Andy's arrival.

'I don't know if he has recovered from the concussion? 'Byron thought about it, but felt that he seemed to have concussion symptoms.

His mouth was dry and his stomach felt a little nauseous. He reached for the water glass and took a few sips, but it still didn't help much.

And the scenery in front of his eyes gradually became blurred, everything seemed to be covered under the white veil; the unknown noise beside his ears, accompanied by the unpleasant birdsong, bounced on his nerves.

When Andy knocked a few times without responding, and then pushed the door open, Byron was resting his chin on one hand, frowning slightly, his eyes were blank and unfocused, and the other hand was still resting on his upper abdomen, as if he was enduring discomfort .

"Mr. Hadley? Mr. Hadley! What's wrong with you?" Andy couldn't get any response from the person in front of him. He stepped forward quickly and reached out to the captain of the guard who seemed to be seriously ill.

"Hey, Byron!" Andy's palm was attached to Byron's plump forehead, and the cool touch finally made the other party respond.

Byron's silver-gray eyes fixed on Andy, half-closed his eyes, and looked at his facial features.

After a while, Byron smiled lovingly: "You can't call me by my first name...you should call me Daddy, Archibald." The ending sound was so weak that it was barely audible.

Yes, in the eyes of Byron who has been stunned by Cannabis, the one with golden hair and big blue eyes on Xiaoyuan's face is not his obedient and fat son, who else?

The author has something to say:

about concussion cp

Andy was really beaten

Byron mistakenly smoked a cigarette with Cannabis (dama) in the "tribute" of the sister gang

Minor side effects and hallucinations

Cannabis is definitely a drug

Possesses uncertain physiological addictiveness and certain and certain psychological addictiveness

No matter where you are, you must be as far away from these things as possible

Uncomfortable reactions to Cannabis include but are not limited to: dizziness, dry mouth, nausea, fatigue

Drowsiness, euphoria, vomiting, disorientation, confusion, loss of balance, and hallucinations

As for the smoke mixed with Cannabis, what does it taste like, can you taste something wrong?

After inhaling, can Byron be so blind that he recognizes the wrong person...

The stupid author really has no way to prove it, but if I say yes, I have to do it hahaha

The author who is very talkative every time, thank you for your unwavering love!Compare each other!