Chapter 86: Naughty Children Who Don’t Listen Will Be Taken Away by the Long-Haired Doctor

Mocked. Mocked, indeed!
“Machop!”
Machoke let out a furious roar, pouring all his strength into his right arm, even unleashing a few of his signature moves powered by elemental energy.
Healing no longer mattered to him—he was determined to prove the worth of his species!
“Really, of all the things you could do, you had to use elemental energy? You’re just making it easier for me.”
Zhuyuehan couldn’t be bothered to waste time with him. If it weren’t for the fact that Dragonite was training at the big lake, a single song would have solved any patient with a rebellious streak like this one—there’d be no need for such trouble.
Machoke suddenly felt the energy in his body drain away. Then, Zhuyuehan released his grip, seized Machoke’s wrist, and effortlessly lifted him up.
“Behave yourself, or I’ll give you a beating. Understood?”
Machoke was too stunned to reply, but the other Pokémon nearby all began to tremble, becoming utterly obedient to the Joys’ every request.
Docile.
How could they not be? Who knew if, should they disobey, they might end up with a monster like this tending to their wounds!
“Machop…”
I’ve lost.
Zhuyuehan let go, and Machoke flopped onto the floor like a fish that had lost its dreams, allowing Zhuyuehan to spray his wounds with potion and apply healing drops, finishing with a bandage spun from silken threads to wrap the injury.
“Setting the muscle will hurt a bit. Bear with it.”
Zhuyuehan folded a thick bandage and handed it to Machoke. “Bite down on this. If you don’t get this fixed, your punches won’t pack the same power in the future. I can’t imagine you’d accept that.”
The thought of biting a bandage seemed weak to Machoke, but he instantly obeyed.
That was truly unacceptable!
Zhuyuehan found the correct position for the adjustment. Accompanied by a series of cracks, he set the bone and then flicked Machoke’s arm with a sharp snap.
Machoke clenched the bandage between his teeth and, tough as nails, uttered not a sound.
With a muffled pop, the tendon slid back into place—proof of Machoke’s formidable strength.
Every part of these muscle-bound Pokémon was built to extremes; without some force, there was no way to treat them.
“There. Eat well these next couple days, and, by the way…”
Zhuyuehan thought for a moment, then pulled out another roll of bandage and wrapped Machoke’s left arm, tying it off and hanging it around his neck.
“Considering you’re a bit of a rebel, it’s safer to treat this as a fracture.”
Zhuyuehan said, “Eat plenty of good food. While training, remember not to use your left arm. With your physical constitution, you can take off the bandage in about a week.”
“Machop.”
Machoke nodded, dutifully thanking Zhuyuehan.
His fighting power had been crushed, yet he’d received proper treatment. He’d never been so obedient—not even with his own parents.
“Good.”
Zhuyuehan nodded, then, with a look of profound mystery, patted Machoke’s shoulder.
Just to be sure, he added a little psychological suggestion—
Otherwise known as a threat.
“Listen, kid. You’d better do as I say. After all, you wouldn’t want the same doctor tending you if you get hurt again, would you?”
Machoke: ?
“Machop!”
I’ll behave—I swear I’ll behave!
Not training with my left arm for a week is no problem!
If he had to come see Zhuyuehan again, he’d rather be put out of his misery!
Even hauling cargo for humans in the mountains for money would be better than this!
“Teacher, the treatment is done.”
The teacher opened his mouth, but all he could say in the end was, “You did well, but I wouldn’t recommend your approach to the other students.”

Zhuyuehan stood to one side, packing up the medical kit. With a star like him around, the Pokémon’s obedience was unmatched, and overall treatment time was short.
The other students looked on with admiration—no wonder he could handle Pokémon himself during battle class, leaving his partner to deal with the trainers.
If there were ever a team project, recruiting him would mean unparalleled intimidation for both Pokémon and opponents alike.
“Teacher, am I done for this class?”
“Yes, you’re done. Do you have something else to do?”
“Oh, there’s a project I need to do for some extra money. I’m in a bit of a rush.”
He certainly couldn’t say he was eager to farm achievement points to prepare for any possible future enemies.
Teacher: ?
In a rush… for money?
Don’t tell me you’ve already spent all your profits from the medicine bottle project?!
But the teacher’s doubts couldn’t keep up with Zhuyuehan’s swift departure. He headed straight for the big lake, calling over the three little ones who were growing more familiar by the day.
Correction—one of them was actually quite large.
“Bring me one of your offspring, would you? I have a project I’d like to research.”
“Gyarados?”
Gyarados looked puzzled, but still complied, bringing over a Magikarp.
The Magikarp stared up with intelligent eyes, not understanding why it had been brought before a human.
“Have him imitate your Dragon Dance, bursting up from beneath the water with all his strength. I want to see how high he can jump.”
Zhuyuehan said, “Don’t worry about stamina—I have plenty of energy cubes.”
The vintage ones were out of the question, but he was certainly generous with the standard advanced cubes.
Gyarados: ?
You think I can’t do what you want to see?
Magikarp followed Gyarados’s instructions, dove beneath the water under Zhuyuehan’s eager gaze, and with all its might, broke the surface!
It barely managed to clear a meter above the water.
Nothing at all like what he had pictured in his mind.
The difference was like that between a professional high jumper and a fish flapping on the shore—a world apart.
…
Zhuyuehan turned to Gyarados. “Doesn’t he train Splash regularly?”
“Gyarados.”
This was one of the better performers among the Magikarp in the lake.
After that all-out leap, the Magikarp floated on the surface, mouth gaping, as if that jump had exhausted its weekly exercise quota.
So be it. The gap was even wider than expected—in ancient times, the legendary bandit could leap high to snatch food and dive away in a flash.
Zhuyuehan picked up the Magikarp and fed it an energy cube.
“Magikarp?”
The Magikarp smacked its lips, its beady eyes turning into smiling crescents as it wriggled excitedly in Zhuyuehan’s arms.
“Alright, go jump again.”
Zhuyuehan placed the Magikarp back in the water. “Give it another try, all your strength again—the energy cubes will keep coming.”
“Magikarp!”
Mission accepted!
Full of confidence, Magikarp dove down, and this time managed to clear a little over a meter.
“Thank you for your cooperation.”
This data certainly wasn’t fit for research purposes—at best, it gave Zhuyuehan a sharp sense of just how weak modern Magikarp had become.
“This innate skill so deeply etched into their bloodline is truly a headache.”

As everyone knows, when a piece of code is running, even a programmer can see there are logical errors—but it’s best not to touch it.
You never know what catastrophic chain reaction might result.
You fix one bug, and a whole string of others follows.
Historical records clearly state that Magikarp were once considered powerful Pokémon in ancient times—and that power didn’t refer to their final evolution as Gyarados.
Which is obvious: even while remaining as Magikarp, they were formidable creatures.
But the problem is that this “all skill points into reproduction and survival” bug is now written into their genes, making it impossible for people today to change it.
Back in his dorm, Zhuyuehan looked at his notes and the data on his computer, shaking his head.
If talent in the Pokémon world were ranked by “Elite” or “Champion” levels, Magikarp’s reproductive and survival abilities would be Champion-class—perhaps even a species-exclusive mythical gift.
There’s very little research data on Magikarp, as scholars prefer to focus on Gyarados.
Mega Evolution in Gyarados is well known to researchers.
Unless it’s a case like Nessa and Feebas, where a bond is formed from childhood, few pay attention to Magikarp.
No one spares Magikarp a glance—while no one dares look at Gyarados for long.
It’s a deadly contrast that draws scholars in droves to study Gyarados.
Not to be too precise, but perhaps this behavior is similar to how a girl’s transformation over the years captivates people.
Feebas is in a similar boat—Milotic, breathtakingly beautiful, is rarely seen, and thanks to Feebas’s appearance, people won’t even spare a breadcrumb for it.
In the Special manga, Ruby learned about Milotic thanks to old Mr. Hach, but always ignored the Feebas, Mimi, by his side.
When crisis struck Hoenn, Ruby was awakened by Wallace’s kiss, and fell into a grief-stricken coma after Feebas left.
In the end, Feebas risked everything to protect Ruby, and when their hearts finally connected, Ruby recited the lines he’d prepared for Mimi, seeing at last the longed-for Milotic in the final battle.
“Beauty has always been there; so has strength.”
Zhuyuehan rubbed his brow, torn between what he knew from academic papers and what played in his mind, with flashes of ancient cinematic scenes occasionally intruding—a true three-way contest.
“Lapras…”
Lapras came over with a platter of berries, and as she set them down, her inexperience almost sent one berry rolling out of the dish.
“Thank you. Wait—what did you use to slice these berries?”
“Milcery~”
Milcery proudly showed off her latest creation—she’d conjured a pair of extra “arms” out of cream, wielding the fruit knife with impressive skill.
“Okay, okay, I see your talent, but little ones shouldn’t play with knives.”
Zhuyuehan quickly confiscated the knife. “Thank you both for your concern. I’m fine—it’s just this problem seems hard to solve.”
“Lapras?”
Well, why not just drop the project? It’s not like money’s an issue at home anymore.
“I guess I’m being stubborn. But I do want to give the Dragon Master’s family a little shock with a bottomless appetite.”
Zhuyuehan cradled Milcery in one arm and patted Lapras on the head with the other.
“This problem won’t stump me for long—I’ve already got some ideas.”
Targeting Magikarp’s intelligence as a key point seemed off—at least, that’s what today’s little experiment showed.
That wasn’t something that could be changed in the short term, and Zhuyuehan didn’t possess any Buddha- or Bodhisattva-like “enlightenment” skills.
In the world of Pokémon, that authority belonged to the three Mushrooms.
“If intelligence is a dead end, and moves don’t work either…”
Magikarp could master some skills, but only at a very high level of training—hardly scalable or practical.
Zhuyuehan glanced at the image on his computer screen.
“So, the breakthrough must lie in the body—or perhaps in life itself?”