novelraw Chapter 198: I Like Pretty Lizard Girls! Really
Chapter 198: I Like Pretty Lizard Girls! Really
Chapter 198: I Like Pretty Lizard Girls! ReallyThe Combat Lizard, after hearing that, sprang to his feet in a fit of rage with a crash.
He was red-faced and furious, his chest heaving up and down as he pointed at Lynn, who was seated across the counter, and shouted, “What kind of joke is this? Doctor, even if I might not be able to beat you, a physician must have medical ethics. Do I not know my own body?”
He looked around wildly in fury.
Then his gaze immediately fell on the chair in front of him.
“I’m sick?! You’re saying I’m sick?!”
In an instant,
he took two steps back,
aimed at the chair,
and with a huge leap easily cleared it.
He landed perfectly, flung his arms open in anger and proclaimed, “I’m so agile—do you think I look like a sick lizard? Do I look like one?”“I’ll tell you, not only can I make a big jump—hey!—I can do small jumps! Hey! I can hop, I can even jump sideways!”
As he spoke,
he performed another small jump and hopped over the chair with ease.
Pointing at Lynn in fury, he shouted, “Do you think a lizard in the throes of illness could move this nimbly?!”
Lynn reached out, adjusted his monocle, and calmly said, “Sir, please calm down. This alone doesn’t prove anything. We can sit down and talk this through. Acting like this is very irresponsible toward your own body.”
“No! I refuse! You quack! I normally eat eight big bowls at every meal, I can run two kilometers easily, and I can punch apart a wooden post as thick as my thigh in one blow!”
He angrily rolled up his sleeve and pointed to a nearby doorpost, saying, “Believe it or not, I can break that pillar with one punch!”
Lynn stood up and seriously extended a hand. “Calm down, sir. Calm down first. I know you want to prove to me that you’re not sick, but deliberately injuring your body like this is completely unacceptable.”
The Combat Lizard grew even more enraged, pointing at the pillar: “Just tell me whether you believe it or not!”
“This isn’t a matter of belief…”
“Then answer me—do you believe it or not?!”
“Believe, believe, believe—happy now?” Lynn said helplessly.
“You’re just lying!”
The Combat Lizard lost his temper. Without warning he rolled up his sleeve, revealing scales covering his arm, then raised his fist and swung violently at the post.
“I’ll make you admit it! See what a lizard warrior can do! See what a healthy body looks like!”
“Groaned!!”
He roared.
His fist shot forward.
Lynn was taken aback and reached out sharply: “Sir, please show mercy!”
But it was too late.
The fist the size of a sandbag smashed against the pillar.
A vortex of wind whistled outward in all directions.
Crack—
A crisp snap sounded.
The Combat Lizard froze instantly (((;
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“Eh?”
Lynn shook his head, adjusted his monocle, picked up the medical report and sighed, “Sigh, I already told you to hold back. Why didn’t you listen? Last time someone damaged the shop, so I poured lead into all the pillars. Did you want to die with that punch?”
Lynn shook his head, picked up a quill, and added one more item to the list of a dozen or so ailments on the report.
Fracture.
…
A dozen minutes later,
the Combat Lizard sat back down in front of the counter with red-rimmed eyes, his right hand in plaster and bandages and hung across his chest, looking as aggrieved as a wronged little wife.
Lynn glanced at him and said, “We’ve put your arm in a cast. Rest for ten days to two weeks and you’ll be fine. Don’t be so reckless in the future, understood?”
With bloodshot eyes, the Combat Lizard asked, “Doctor, I just want you to tell me honestly—do I really have that many illnesses?”
Lynn considered and said,
“My diagnosis is accurate. If you don’t trust it, we can run a few tests, one by one.”
“Let’s start with the last item,” he said.
Lynn tore off a sheet of paper, glanced at him, then picked up his pen and started sketching something on the table with rapid strokes.
The Combat Lizard watched, baffled.
A few minutes later,
Lynn put down the pen, lifted the paper, adjusted his monocle, and said calmly, “Look at this drawing first. Do you have any reaction?”
The Combat Lizard, confused, looked up, not sure what game Lynn was playing. His eyes then landed on the impromptu sketch Lynn held.
Buzz—
His eyes went blank.
On that sheet was drawn a ravishingly hot, sultry, provocatively alluring female lizard—with coquettish eyes so dazzling they made one flush and heart race.
So lifelike and vivid it felt real, blood-pumping and intoxicating.
The Combat Lizard muttered, “Uh…”
“No reaction?” Lynn hesitated.
The Combat Lizard swallowed and, in a daze, said, “I don’t know why you draw so well, but honestly, I’m not really into this kind of…”
Lynn nodded. “Understood.”
Then, while the Combat Lizard stared blankly, Lynn calmly picked up the quill again, tore off another sheet, and with unbelievable speed sketched once more.
A few minutes later,
rustle—
Lynn held the paper up, adjusted his monocle, and said evenly, “How about this one?”
The Combat Lizard stared.
Pfft—
His trembling heart felt like it would pound right out of his chest.
On that page was a depiction of a muscular, powerfully built male lizard—every muscle bursting with explosive force, a resolute, philosophical gaze, and shining, chiseled muscles that showcased a perfect, ultimate jock physique.
The Combat Lizard shook.
He backed up on instinct;
his heart pounded like war drums.
His cheeks, trembling, flushed;
even his fingers twitched and rattled.
He pointed at the drawing, suddenly undone.
“How is it?”
Lynn’s monocle flashed in the light as he said mildly, “Any reaction now?”
“How could I possibly have a reaction? If I did, that’d be ridiculous!”
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Outrageous!
The Combat Lizard, furious, pointed at Lynn: “What do you mean by showing me those pictures?! Are you questioning my sexual orientation?! Duel me! Duel me right now!”
Lynn adjusted his monocle, picked up the two drawings calmly, and said, “Please don’t get upset. This is a test phase and it’s for your own good.”
“Look carefully at both pictures. Which one affects you more? Then I can make a proper diagnosis.”
The Combat Lizard angrily sat back down, his chest heaving.
Yet he couldn’t help sneaking glances with his peripheral vision at the muscular male lizard drawing on the left—angry, but unable to resist peeking.
He absolutely would not admit it.
“Any reaction?” Lynn asked seriously, holding the two pictures.
“Normally, either the left or right should cause a reaction in lizards. How about you, sir?”
“Any heart rate increase?”
The Combat Lizard ground his teeth: “Yes—so what?”
“Any feeling of blood rushing?”
He clenched his fist until it cracked and said through his teeth, “Yes… a little…”
“Which one gives you the stronger feeling?”
“The left.”
“……”
Silence fell.
The Combat Lizard moved his lips, panic flashing across his face. He suddenly stood up and, furious, shouted, “I do not! I am not! Don’t lead me into this! I am a perfectly normal lizard who likes pretty lizard girls. I don’t have strange tastes. I’m normal. I would never be attracted to those buff—”
Lynn looked at him kindly.
Everything was said without words.
The Combat Lizard stiffened.
A few seconds later, he slumped down dazed, like someone exposed for odd inclinations and suddenly lifeless, simply surrendering.
Lynn put away the sexy female sketch in his right hand, gripped the macho male sketch in his left, and asked seriously, “Back to the point—do you react to this picture?”
The Combat Lizard replied hollowly, “My heart beats faster, but there’s no real reaction…”
“Have you had reactions before?”
“Yes…”
“Were they strong?”
“Strong…”
The Combat Lizard trembled and felt as though he couldn’t hold on much longer.
Finally,
after asking over a dozen maddening questions,
Lynn nodded: “Then that should be correct. If even such arousing images don’t produce a proper response, it already indicates a lot.”
The Combat Lizard muttered in a daze, “Impotence…”
Lynn calmly wrote in his notebook: “Other symptoms are more complicated, so first I’ll test for some obvious manifestations.”
He then stood, and his large shadow made the Combat Lizard cower like a helpless little girl.
With a snap, Lynn put on leather gloves and looked down at him, saying calmly, “Turn your back to me, pull down your pants, bend over, and I’ll take a look at your hemorrhoids.”