Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 138 Let's sing a hymn together by the singer and Pokémon!

Riding the Growlithe all the way back to the breeding house, Fang Yan encountered many familiar faces along the way.

Grandpa and Grandma Kiji, Grandpa Yuba, and other grandparents, uncles and aunts.

"Grandpa Muji, what are you doing here?"

Fang Yan stopped the speed dog under his feet and asked the grandparents, uncles and aunts who were setting up a temporary shelter.

"Oh, store manager."

Grandpa Mu put down what he was doing and greeted Fang Yan.

"Why aren't you hiding at home? What are you doing here?"

Fang Yan frowned and asked them a question.

They are all of a certain age, and if they really develop a high fever, the consequences would be unimaginable.

So the dialect sounds a bit angry.

"We came because we saw that this place needed help."

Grandpa Muzhi chuckled and said.

"You shouldn't have come here. This kind of fever is highly contagious. If any of you get infected, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"It hasn't spread yet, and besides, we're already short-handed. There are so many people and Pokémon waiting for rescue. How can we just sit here?"

Grandpa Muzhi said.

"Many of them are children we've watched grow up, so it's impossible for us to just sit here. Besides, we're already short-handed. Although we're getting old, I do run a seed shop and have some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. We took precautions before coming here."

Seeing that Fang Yan was about to say something more, Grandpa Mu Zhi interrupted the house directly.

"Besides, if you, the store manager, aren't afraid and are on the front lines, then we old guys certainly can't back down. Don't worry, we promise to stay at the very back."

Grandpa Muji quickly assured him.

Fang Yan knew they had made up their minds, and could only sigh.

Looking at their exceptionally determined eyes in the moonlight, Fang Yan could only speak:

"After you've finished this, go back to the backyard of the nursery and help me brew some Chinese medicine for my cold."

"Don't worry, we understand."

"What was Brother Zhi's grandson called again? The shop manager's group of something?"

"Support team".

"Oh right, we, the supporters of Manager Yan, guarantee to obey the manager's orders."

Grandpa Yuba saluted.

Fang Yan looked over and saw some young boys and girls inside.

But what the heck is my support group?

A support group for grandparents, uncles, aunts, and other relatives?

Fang Yan shook his head wearily, not having time to deal with the matter for the time being. He gave a few more instructions and then continued on his speed dog.

The old lady at the seed shop watched Fang Yan's retreating figure.

He muttered to himself, "Silly child—"

Back at the entrance of the breeding house, Fang Yan got off Arcanine and stood at the door, letting Miss Skirt disinfect herself and Gengar with alcohol before entering the breeding house.

The Pokémon in the backyard were all busy with their breeding work. Fang Yan quietly went upstairs and opened the door to Shana's room.

Shana had been awake for a while and was sitting on the bed, chatting with Lingdang.

"uncle."

Seeing Fang Yan walk in, Shana looked at him with some concern.

Fang Yan walked to the bedside and patted her little head.

"I'll have to trouble Shana to stay in the room from now on."

Shana nodded understandingly, and Gengar floated in carrying a bowl of Chinese medicine for colds.

"Drink it, then take a nap. I promise you, you'll feel better when you wake up."

Shana frowned as she looked at the bowl of Chinese medicine for colds, then took it with her little hands and drank it all in one gulp.

"Kou Jie"

Clang clang clang clang~

Just as Shana was about to spit out the bitterness, Gengar quickly took out a spoonful of the blessed version of Sweet and Sweet and fed it to Shana.

Shana instantly felt surrounded by happiness.

"Remember to finish scrolling before going to sleep."

Fang Yan smiled and patted her little head.

Shana nodded, ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and then obediently went back to bed.

Fang Yan tucked her in and said, "Goodnight, little Shana."

Goodnight, Uncle. Be careful.

Gengar turned off the light, turned on the nightlight, and followed Fangyan outside.

The door closed, and Shana's big eyes stared straight at the ceiling.

She wasn't afraid this time because she believed her uncle would succeed this time too.

Then she closed her eyes, hugged the bell, and fell asleep sweetly.

Upon arriving in the backyard, Dali and the others were already working with Goth to speed up the brewing of traditional Chinese medicine for colds.

The herb garden is already mostly bald.

The other Pokémon in the breeding house are also doing their best to help.

Before long, Grandpa Muzhi and his team arrived at the backyard, and Fang Yan told them to stay obediently in the backyard.

After the first patient arrived at the established foothold in the breeding house, Fang Yan ordered all the Pokémon to return to the breeding house.

Then, he, along with Gengar, Mighty, Mighty, and Miss Skirt, and the other Pokémon belonging to the breeding center, carried Chinese herbal medicines and went about their business.

Miss Joy and Miss Officer Jenny soon arrived at the breeding house, bringing with them the large amount of alcohol required by the dialect.

For some patients with extremely severe symptoms, Fang Yan would first have them drink a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine for colds, and then wipe their body surface with alcohol to speed up heat dissipation and reduce fever.

As more and more patients were brought in, Fangyan and the Pokémon at the breeding center were already overwhelmed. Even with the addition of many people from Sandy Town and Lucky City to provide support, they were still too busy to keep up.

Miss Skirt was running back and forth carrying bowls of Chinese medicine for colds, her legs were practically burning from all the running.

The queen bee's wings were almost broken from flapping.

"Gengar, alcohol."

The alcohol was quickly delivered to Fang Yan, who then wiped a Snorlax clean before handing it back to Fang Yan.

He then realized that it wasn't Gengar that handed him the alcohol, but a Speaker Krypton.

Gengar was nearby comforting several children who were crying loudly because they were upset.

Fang Yan looked over.

Many Pokémon are holding bowls, alcohol, cotton swabs, or even helping to comfort people and Pokémon who are sad because they are upset.

This is--

Fang Yan immediately recognized these as the Pokémon from the backyard.

I had already told them not to come out, to avoid catching this terrible fever myself.

When exactly did they come out?

I don't know the dialect.

Watching Gengar making faces to amuse the children, Miss Skirt running around with a bowl in her hand, the Queen Bee emitting sweet scents everywhere, Heracross and Helios helping the sick, and Mighty, Rosaline, and Marill maintaining order and delivering cold medicine—

There were also some people maintaining order, running around with bowls in their hands.

Patchlitz, with his orderly and adorable nature, leaps into people's arms to soothe their hearts, playing beautiful music to help them relax—

People tirelessly wiping patients with alcohol and various Pokémon.

And Gothic Kid, Monini and other Pokémon, and Grandpa Mochi and the others who are constantly busy in the backyard.

Fang Yan smiled and looked at the rising sun.

Fang Yan had no idea when these Pokémon had arrived.

But the dialect is known.

It was already daylight.

The melody played by the speaker suddenly became solemn.

Fang Yan took the cold medicine handed to him by a two-tailed monster and gently fed it to a Poliwag.

Subsequently, more people and Pokémon appeared from the sky and in the distance.

The melody of the speaker reached its climax.

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief as he recovered from his tense state of mind and reached out to pick up the wooden plaque that was still warm to the touch.

Speaker Krypton, sing your praises for all people and Pokémon!

Fang Yan thought to himself.

Then he looked up, saw the rising sun shining on his face, and plopped down on his seat.

"Ugh!!! ∑(ǒaǒ|l)/"

"Laji!!!"

"Cough!!!"

"Compare!!!"

"square!!!"

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Seeing them running towards him in terror, Fang Yan waved his hand.

Gengar, upon learning that he was simply tired and wanted to sit down and rest, narrowed his eyes.

He licked it with his tongue.