don't make me wear a skirt

There are no patients, no doctors, only an old man at the door. Is this really a medical center? !

The old man opened one eye and looked him up and down.

Lytle was terrified.

The old fingers caressed his Adam's apple: "Male?"

Lytle nodded subconsciously, with a heart in his heart, it seems that he still has some skills, and he found the tricks at a glance.

When the old man saw the pink tutu skirt on his body, his expression cracked slightly: "Women?"

Lytle quickly glanced at the door, but before Hecha came in, he said with a sad face, "I have my reasons."

The old man said clearly: "Indeed, mental illness is the most difficult to cure."

Oh no, is this guy really listening? !

Lytle: "...Well, I have difficulties..."

The old man interrupted him: "I understand."

Lytle: "..."

Why didn't the old guy let him finish? !

The awkward stalemate continued until Hecha came in: "Ma'am, do you want me to wait for you outside?"

The old man looked at him, then at Lytle, and tens of thousands of possibilities accumulated in his mind in an instant: "You...could it be..."

"Go, go, go!"

Damn it - Lytle was going to push Hecha out.

Hecha remained motionless, Lytle moved forward with his head on his chest, and Hecha quickly retreated to the door with his arms around his waist.

Who allowed him in? !

Who allowed him to call Madam? !

Lytle, who kicked Hecha out, was refreshed.

"Forbidden love has no good results." The old man said suddenly.

"Huh?" Lytle didn't understand what he was talking about.

The old man sighed and shook his head: "He has been persecuting you."

Lytle wanted to stop the old man from thinking wildly: "Uh... wait..."

Persecute what? !Why can't he understand?

"Which man would like to wear a cute little skirt?" The old man was filled with righteous indignation, and continued to think: "Does he have any special hobbies in bed?"

"Oh, he likes it very much..." Lytle thought for a while and reacted, his eyebrows were furious: "How would I know?! Are you still seeing a doctor?!"

"Okay." Although the old man was a little disappointed, he still focused on seeing the doctor: "What do you want to treat?"

He added: "I can't cure eccentricities."

Lytle took two deep breaths, although it was not a quirk, but it was still difficult to say: "I seem to have hemorrhoids."

The old man's expression immediately became reserved and content: "How many times a night usually?"

Lytle tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "Once."

"That's not too serious."

The old man picked up the quill, asked about some physiological conditions, and wrote out a lot of prescriptions.

Lytle unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers and lifted it up again: "Is it so sloppy? Don't you take a closer look? What if it's not hemorrhoids? Hmm?"

"No, no, no." The old man hastily stopped his movement, with a frightened look on his face: "I'm different from you, I like women with a slender figure and a weak personality."

"So? What does this have to do with not being able to check for me?" Lytle said inexplicably, "Can you stop making excuses for yourself? In fact, you don't want to see a doctor seriously at all, do you?"

The old man handed him the list and said, "I've seen a lot of hungry people like you. In fact, you want to show off to make me feel a little shy? Get rid of this idea, it won't work."

What the hell is this old guy talking about?

Lytle took the medicine list while being confused, and almost bit off his tongue after a cursory look: "These broken medicines need ten gold coins?!"

The old man was not happy when he heard it: "What's wrong with the ten gold coins? Why do you want to see a doctor if you don't want to spend money on it? You like to buy it, and if you don't buy it, go away."

Lytle thought about the withering little chrysanthemum, gritted his teeth and took out ten gold coins from the interspatial bag tremblingly.

The old man smiled when he saw the golden coins: "I wish I had taken them out earlier."

He reminded: "By the way, there are two sets of medicine packs, one for external application and the other for internal application. Don't forget to use it once in the morning and evening. You must stuff it in when you apply it externally. Don't try to save trouble!"

stuff it in?

Lytle walked out of the Dexing Hall in confusion with a bunch of medicines in his arms.

"Why do I think he looks like a charlatan?"

Tisha raised her eyebrows: "Then you still bought so many?"

"I just want to get rid of the root cause." Lytle sighed holding a heavy bag in his hand: "But he asked me how many times I squat in the pit at night to judge whether I have hemorrhoids. Wouldn't it be unreasonable?"

Tisha was silent, and it took a long time before she asked, "Did you get the meaning wrong?"

Lytle thought about it and vetoed it: "There is no such possibility."

Is there any other meaning besides asking how many times to squat in the pit several times a night?

They soon reached the center of the small town of Cary.

The moment Mrs. Lina saw Duke Hecha, her cheeks changed in every color.

"Oh, I don't know, you didn't send a letter in advance and came to the door in person."

He Cha politely printed a kiss on the back of her hand: "My wife and I happened to pass by here and came to visit on a sudden whim, didn't I bother you?"

"Ma'am?" Madam Lina was slightly stunned. She turned her gaze to Lytle, and found that the little girl in front of her was persistently unpacking the medicine bag. She couldn't help but kindly reminded: "This is a knot that needs to be cut with scissors."

"Okay." Lytle put down the medicine bag in frustration, then thought of something, and quickly covered his face with his hands.

Hecha pulled down his hand: "Can I cut it for you tonight?"

Lytle retracted vigilantly: "Not good."

This guy wants to apply it after cutting the medicine bag for him. Wouldn't it hurt more to help him apply his ass? !

No no no.

Mrs. Lina's eyes were complicated. At this time, the girl in front of her looked like a simple and cute girl, but she already knew that the real Lani had died on the way to Moyevia.

The question is, has Duke Hecha found out?

She was even less clear about the purpose of the fake Lani lurking beside Duke Hecha.

So, Mrs. Lina quickly invited Lytle out.

She said kindly: "There are more cute puppets on the third floor, which are more suitable for beautiful ladies to enjoy."

Lytle walked slowly like a snail with his big medicine bag in his arms.

Even though he had been to the small town of Cary half a year ago, Mrs. Lina didn't know him anymore.

Is there really that much difference between him in women's clothing and him in men's clothing?

It may be that he used to be too handsome and charming, so impressive that he couldn't stop.

Lytle walked up the stairs and bumped into the gorgeously dressed boy head-on.

The two looked at each other for a second, the young man's expression froze, he quickly looked away, and was about to step forward, when he was tripped by the hem of the floor-sweeping skirt that was in the way, and rolled down the stairs with a "hey yo".

"Are you okay?" Lytle approached him, squatted down, and asked hypocritically.

"No." The boy panted heavily with his head on the ground.

Lytle looked at him: "Why do I think your voice is a bit familiar, especially the obscenity with a hint of shrillness, like an eunuch in an eastern country."

The boy raised his delicate face to refute.

This guy's voice is so wretched and his face looks good?

Lytle pressed the medicine bag to his forehead and closed his eyes in thought.

"I remembered!" He grabbed the boy's wrist and said with a sneer, "You are Charlie."

Kerry rubbed his nose and said guiltyly, "Charlie? What Charlie? Did you admit your mistake? Goodbye."

After that, he took out his hand and turned to leave.

Lytle stood still and pressed his fingers.

Carey had a bad premonition and became vigilant.

Lytle took out Kitty Hawk and Big Mao from his pocket, and the husband and wife teamed up. The boy's brown hair was quickly dyed black and brown and curled up.

After grabbing him violently, Lytle began to tear at his cheeks: "Show yourself, Freckleface!"

"What are you doing?!" Kerry rolled his eyes in pain.

Lytle struggled to pull it twice, but found it was useless, and couldn't help being shocked: "God, are the freckles just an illusion, and your face is real?!"

"Let... let go... I..." Kerry was out of breath.

Lytle hesitated and let go.

Kerry got up from the ground depressedly, and asked, "How did you find out?"

Lytle snorted twice: "Although the faces are very different, the wretched temperament can't fool my sharp eyes."

Kerry asked, "You came with Duke Hecha?"

Although it was right to ask this question, Lytle was still very unhappy.

Can't he travel alone?They are like conjoined twins.

"I am his confidant." Lytle found a reason for himself to come to the stage: "He cried bitterly and begged me for three days and three nights. You know, I don't want anyone to lose their souls because of this, so I reluctantly agreed to go with him. come over."

Carey touched his chin: "Does he not trust you, or does he trust you too much?"

He lowered his head and analyzed again: "To be honest, your IQ and EQ don't look like someone Omans would send to accompany Duke Hecha, and Lanni was originally Omans' plan to lurk into Moyevia. It’s too much to do.”

As soon as the words fell, Keli's hair turned dark again.

Lytle stuffed Kitty Hawk and Big Mao back into his pockets in a refreshed manner, revealing a row of white teeth: "Did you just say something? EQ? IQ? Hmmmm?"

Carey shook his head like a rattle.

Lytle interrogated: "So you went for plastic surgery?"

"My original face looks like this." Seeing that his identity was completely exposed, Keli simply sat down on the ground: "Everyone who comes out to hang out has his own special skills, and I will be ashamed of any appearance."

"Is there such a convenient skill?" Lytle got excited all of a sudden, and asked enthusiastically, "What about Duke Hecha's face?"

The young man coughed, wondering: "Going out with the face of a nobleman violates the laws of the Xihuo Empire."

Lytle sighed in disappointment: "Why do nobles always have so many privileges?"

The boy pointed out: "Because if someone goes out with the face of a nobleman, there may be riots."

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