Tiger Temptation ~ An Urban Dark Fantasy Romance Genetic Engineering

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"This is the last time you'll interact with them."

Paul's warning had left Angelina feeling isolated from social interactions outside of Genma. She sat facing Ramaik's cell, doing her new routine while half-dreaming. The sound of the electric shaver filled her ears as her rubber-gloved fingers touched the unshaven part of her patient's jaw.

Paul can be so annoying! They aren't troublesome at all! Angelina's breath was ragged. She almost cried as she remembered when Paul forbade her to see Bowo and Bunga. However, a soft purr from behind bars brought her out of her reverie.

"Ah, sorry. I've finished," Angelina said as she turned off the shaver. "Now, let's check your teeth."

"Doctor, you missed the right side of this beast," Nixon, who had been aiming a gun at Ramaik's forehead, now used it to push Ramaik's cheek. "Look, it hasn't—"

Ramaik suddenly roared and grabbed the gun with his hands.

"Hey! Let go of my rifle, you darn Diseased Cat!" protested Nixon as a struggle for the weapon unfolded before Angelina. The strength of the tiger-man clashed with the power of a giant fool.

However, on this particular day, Angelina had no interest in playing judge. She gently opened the file and began writing the results of her examination report.

Normal tension. Normal temperature.

"Ah!" Nixon frantically exclaimed as the tranquilizer bullet missed its target, and his rifle slipped from his grasp.

Lungs clear.

"Doctor! Get the blowgun! He took my rifle!"

Angelina turned toward the cage. Ramaik was standing and inspecting Nixon's weapons with both hands. The creature examined the rifle before letting out a long purr.

"Doctor! Blowgun, now!"

Nixon's fearful scream was deafening. But, to Angelina's amazement, she curiously watched Ramaik's playful behavior.

Can he shoot?

Ramaik positioned the rifle just as Nixon often did. He ducked slightly and searched for the human who had been bothering him.

"Doctor!"

Ramaik's lips curled before his finger pressed the trigger.

Angelina gasped. Ramaik was not stupid; his intelligence was on par with a human's.

"Darn cat! Give me back my gun!" roared Nixon after his sparring partner fired an empty shotgun.

Angelina read the report from the kitchen over Nixon's furious shout, her brow furrowing in displeasure.

"Ramaik!" called Angelina while her patient made laughter-like sounds as Nixon continued hitting the bars.

Ramaik turned his head toward Angelina with a questioning look. He emitted a long, friendly purr.

However, Ramaik's reaction did little to alleviate the frown on Angelina's face. She gave him an exasperated look before scolding, "Why didn't you finish your fruits and vegetables?"

Ramaik's lips twitched in disgust. He growled in displeasure. Angelina's expression remained flat. The foul-mood woman closed the file and tidied up the medical equipment before getting up.

She took a deep breath before saying coldly, "I don't like patients who go against the doctor's orders. Starting tomorrow, Doctor Erick will take care of you."

Ramaik's eyes flashed with surprise. The creature seemed baffled as Angelina turned around and walked away toward the closet to return the items.

How is Siti's condition now? Has she recovered from the surgery?