Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182 Pink Fox in the Clinic

Chapter 182 Pink Fox in the Clinic

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Gillian got changed and flipped the queue display back on. A medical orderly walked in right then with her anesthetic and taint suppressant. It was the same patrol guard as last time.

He spotted the white fox at the door and watched the little thing leap straight onto his pushcart.

“Is this your fox, Captain Sterling? I gotta say, he’s actually pretty cute. You’ve got great taste,

/Captain.”

Tristan didn’t even have the energy to cuss him out. Last time the guy had called him Gillian’s dog. This time it was Gillian’s fox. Since when did he belong to Gillian?

The metal door opened, and Gillian watched Tristan get carried back in. She didn’t bother chasing him

out.

She started taking inventory of the medicines and taint suppressant that had just arrived.

Tristan watched Gillian’s back with a tangled look. No, he was going to take a few more days to size her up. If she really turned out to be a decent female, then fine, the Lawson family could spare a son.

If her character was bad, he was going to find a way to wriggle out of this deal completely. Neither he nor his brother was jumping into a pit of fire.

The pink fox sulked his way off the metal box and hopped right back onto Gillian’s chair.

Gillian acted like Tristan didn’t exist. Her smile for the next beastman patient was warm and soft, and golden light gathered in her hand. “Please, have a seat. Let me check on the scalation for you.”

“Sure thing. Thanks, Cleric Sterling.”

Out in the hall earlier, his brothers had warned him the clerics here all wore long, grim faces, beautiful but cold as ice. This one was nothing like that. This one felt like sunlight.

Tristan watched Gillian’s smile. It was sweet.

Her movements were clean and efficient.

Her temperament was steady.

Her looks were fair, soft, and sweet.

The pink fox sat there like a stone carving the entire afternoon.

Watching her for hours straight, he kept noticing how diligent she was, how kind to her patients, how her smile was sweeter than any honey he’d ever tasted.

Somehow this vicious female was starting to look… pleasant?

Hell no.

No, no, no. It had to be the regression serum. His eyes were playing tricks on him.

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Chapter 182 Pink Fox in the Clinic

Tristan panicked and shot straight up onto a medical bed to run a body scan.

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He had to have some kind of vision problem. No, scratch that, maybe brain damage. His head felt fuzzy

too.

A beep cut through the air.

The full-body scan finished, and the white fox sat bolt upright. He lifted his tiny fox head and squinted at the report.

Complicated emotions flickered through those bright, gleaming eyes.

“Damn, do I have a terminal illness or something?”

He read it again carefully.

The screen showed that the regression serum had suppressed his beast form. Duration: three months.

His level had also climbed to level 3 beastman.

Beyond that, his body was in great condition, healthy enough to be the most delicious snack any tainted beast had ever sunk its teeth into.

“Captain Sterling, that fox you’re raising is adorable. They really do say like owner like pet. Look at him pawing at the scanner. Such a goofball.”

The freshly treated beastman beamed with excitement. Right now he would’ve sworn even the floor tiles in Gillian’s office were premium grade.

Gillian’s eye gave a small twitch. To head off any drama, she opened the metal door and sent him on his

way.

Then she frowned at the absurd little white fox. “Tristan, are you

sick?”

Gillian’s voice came from right behind the pink-and-white fox.

He felt her shadow loom over him. The little fox bristled and rolled clean off the medical bed. The metal door happened to open right at that moment, and he tumbled straight out.

Was it possible he didn’t actually hate Gillian anymore? What the hell? Was he sick? After she’d stabbed him in the back so many times, how could he not still hate her?

Did he have some genetic flaw that made him a masochist?

Bullshit. His genes were perfect. There was no way he was a masochist.

Tristan ran for it and barreled straight into Sylas’ treatment room. Inside, beastmen who had already been purged of the taint sat being patched up. They hadn’t wanted to use up a precious dose of healing alloy, so the medical staff was carving out the rotted flesh manually and bandaging the wounds.

Sylas had just finished bandaging a patient. He wiped his hands clean and crouched down in front of

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