Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 136 You'll be there for us as we grow up!

After seeing Miss Joey off, Fang Yan felt somewhat uneasy.

Something just doesn't feel right.

Perhaps sensing Fang Yan's worry, Miss Qun'er came over and hugged Fang Yan.

The flowers overhead emitted a reassuring fragrance.

"Thank you, Sister Skirt."

The aroma was so comforting that it instantly calmed me down.

Miss Skirt smiled gently.

It's just a common cold; I'm making a big fuss over nothing.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan stood up from the rest area.

I'm going to the kitchen to make myself some snacks.

Just yesterday, a Pokémon from the forest brought me some cashews, so I'll make some fondant cashews to try.

The kitchen was filled with Pokémon. Fang Yan turned off the stove and poured out the cashews.

"Gengar".

"Kou Jie-"

Here!

Open your mouth.

Gengar opened its big mouth wide.

Fang Yan fed it a spoonful.

Chew, chew, chew.

"口桀('四)"

This is delicious too!

Seeing Gengar's starry eyes, Fang Yan tugged at its lips and took a bite himself.

It's sweet and crunchy, perfect as a snack.

"Not bad."

Gengar, standing to the side, kept putting food into its mouth with its hand and nodded.

Fang Yan took out a bottle and put the fondant cashews in it. He gave some to Gengar, and then put the rest on the kitchen cabinet. The ones that weren't packed were for Miss Skirt and the others to eat.

Carrying the snacks back to the rest area, Fang Yan plopped down on the floor. Instead of making tea, Goethe Little Boy chose chilled sparkling water, which goes best with the snacks.

Fang Yan and a group of Pokémon sat in the rest area watching cartoons.

To be honest, the special effects in the Pokémon anime are much better than many in my previous life.

After all, this is a real move.

That night, Fang Yan was fast asleep, holding Liuwei in his arms.

Gengar poked its head out from the ceiling and made a face at Miss Skirt in the room.

Miss Skirt wasn't going to back down, so she made a face back.

Miss Skirt was worried that Fang Yan would be in a bad mood and unable to sleep, so she came to Fang Yan's room tonight to keep him company.

The room, filled with dialect, was filled with a comforting fragrance.

The atmosphere was broken by the sudden ringing of the telephone.

Fang Yan suddenly sat up, and Gengar helped him turn on the light.

He nodded to Gengar and Fangyan to express his gratitude, and then took the phone from Miss Skirt.

The video call was connected.

"Hey, Sister Shui."

"According to the local dialect, something big has happened in Shuangye Town."

On the other side of the screen, Miss Joey's eyes were red and her voice was a little hoarse.

"What's wrong, Sister Shui?"

"The Pokémon Center is now packed with people and Pokémon, all with high fevers. Xiaoye sensed something was wrong and investigated. She discovered it's some kind of highly contagious disease, but they haven't figured out what it is yet."

Miss Joey quickly explained the situation.

Yan was stunned. A contagious disease? A high fever?!

The situation is so serious!

"What about Sister Ye? Is she alright?!"

Miss Joey on the other end paused for a moment, then turned the camera away.

Arcanine lay limply on the ground, while Officer Jenny lay on top of it.

His face was flushed.

"What should we do about the dialect? The medicine sent by the Alliance hasn't arrived yet."

Miss Joey asked, her voice trembling with tears.

Seeing this, Fang Yan quickly spoke up:

"Don't worry, I'll go check on her right away."

"You can't come over."

Miss Joey quickly interrupted Fang Yan.

"What if you get infected too!"

Fang Yan was stunned when he heard what Miss Joey said.

Yes, there is a possibility that you could also be infected.

But seeing the people and Pokémon on the screen, lying in pain on hospital beds, or even groaning on the floor because there weren't enough beds, and seeing his two older sisters who had always been good to him since he came into the world, Fang Yan made up his mind.

"It's okay, sis, you forgot, I have Chinese medicine to drink."

He comforted Miss Joey in his dialect and continued speaking:

"I'll go check on the situation first. If it's a fever, I can use the cold medicine from the nursery to bring it down first, and then we'll make further plans."

"You've already tried traditional Chinese medicine for colds; it's very effective at reducing fever."

Hearing the dialect spoken, Sister Joey nodded.

The dialect is in the past.

Fang Yan got up from the bed and took the clothes that Miss Qun'er handed him.

I rushed downstairs, and the noise woke up the whole breeding house.

Shana, wearing pajamas and holding Monini and Bell Ringing in her arms, stood on the stairs, watching Fang Yan, who was dressed and ready to go out, and rubbed her eyes.

"What's wrong, Uncle? Are you going out?"

"Um, Sister Xiaoshui needs my help with something. You take Monini and the others back to your room to sleep and wait for me to come back, okay?"

Fang Yan looked up and said gently.

Shana nodded and replied crisply, "Okay."

"Don't leave the nursery yet, stay inside."

"Um."'

After saying that, Fang Yan nodded to the little boy.

Gothic Boy took Shana back to her room to sleep. "Gengar, Miss Skirt, we—"

Fang Yan opened the door, about to say "Let's go," when he suddenly remembered that it was a highly contagious fever, meaning Gengar and the others could also get it—"No need, I can go by myself."

He shook his head, smiled, and looked back at them, saying...

But they found the Pokémon standing behind them.

Gengar, Skirt Lady, Mighty Two-Strength Three-Strength, Gothic Boy, Vulpix, Bee Queen, Staraptor, Marill, Heracross, Helios, Xeno'jiiva, Roselia—

Everyone is watching them.

Fang Yan, suddenly sensing their sentiments, laughed.

"Yeah?"

Aren't you afraid?

"Kou Jie—"

Hehe, I'm not afraid at all. I'm not afraid of anything when I'm with dialects.

Gengar stuck to it.

"Laji~"

As long as you're surrounded by dialect, you won't be afraid!

"Gothic~"

What's there to be afraid of?

The queen bee turned her head.

"Compare."

I'm afraid you won't come back.

As always, the Queen Bee is proud and aloof.

Fang Yan smiled, tears streaming down her face.

"Alright, Gengar, Skirtie and Goldfinch, come with me. The rest of you stay home and wait for instructions."

"Goblin!"

Yes, sir!

"Laji~"

"Gothic~"

"Cough!"

"Flaming Horse, please."

The fiery horse gently shook its head and then bent down.

Mounting the fiery horse, Fang Yan glanced back at the entrance of the breeding shed one last time.

"Everyone, keep an eye on the house, take good care of Shana, and wait for my instructions."

Only then did I feel a burning sensation in my chest.

"?!"

All the Pokémon glanced at their little wooden signs.

Fang Yan also took it out and glanced at it.

[May you grow up healthy! This dialect phrase carries the author's blessings for the Pokémon; Pokémon wearing it will have a significantly reduced chance of getting sick.]

This is my most heartfelt blessing to you (in dialect).

Fang Yan was taken aback when she saw the text that suddenly appeared.

I almost forgot, the wooden plaques I carved for them have a significant effect on reducing their chances of getting sick.

[You'll grow up with us, okay?: The Pokémon have reciprocated Fangyan's blessings by helping him resist certain highly contagious diseases, greatly reducing his chances of getting sick.]

He laughed heartily in his local dialect.

"Thank you, Blazing Horse, let's go!"

The flames transformed into a shooting star in the night sky, hurtling straight ahead.

Wherever it went, all the decaying branches and leaves were burned to ashes.

In the distant night sky, Cynthia looked at the wooden plaque on her wrist and frowned.

The spiky-haired youth in the forest took out a wooden sign, looking somewhat puzzled.

In a distant time, in a distant palace, a rabbi holds a wooden plaque and gently places it on his forehead.

In the deep abyss of the sea, a huge white body gently flaps its wings.