This elf world is a bit strange

But Firion didn't pay any attention to it.

There was only one thing on his mind.

Find Ibrahimovic who has disappeared again.

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It is only one or two kilometers away from the mansion, in an even more remote and narrow alley.

The petite figure was covered in bruises and lay sideways in the green belt at the intersection.

The wound on his left leg worsened and he could hardly move it.

Fresh blood mixed with a little pus trickled down, dripping all over the ground.

Dirty and messy hair was tangled all over his body, some of which was slightly burnt black, and the dust had stained the buttery yellow fur into a mess.

"Bu...yi..."

At this moment, it only had the strength to let out a final, faint whine.

In a trance, it seemed to see the figure from a few days ago again, which was also one of the few warm memories it had except for its childhood when it could not remember much.

The mental force in his mind that had been causing him some pain and oppression seemed to ease a little, giving him more room to think.

My vision became blurry, and the temperature of the outside world seemed no longer clear.

Since it had not received much care since it was a child, it did not feel much pain, but just a little regretful and emotional.

Maybe it's just fine like this.

In the haze, it closed its eyes and lay quietly.

"Little... Eevee..."

The blurred consciousness seemed to hear a familiar voice at the last moment.

"Bu...yi?"

Although he knew it was probably an illusion, Ibrahimovic still took a deep breath and opened his eyes again.

My body moved upwards uncontrollably, and then I felt the long-lost warmth.

"I'm sorry... Eevee..."

"cloth......"

A crystal teardrop slid down from the corner of her eye with a sense of relief.

Little Ibrahimovic finally couldn't hold on any longer, completely lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

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With his coat open, Firion held Ibrahimovic in his arms.

Not only was the little body covered with new and old wounds, but it was also burning hot.

It rained yesterday, and the wound may have gotten worse and become inflamed.

The bandage that was wrapped that day has almost fallen off, and the heart-shaped knot is loosely draped over the injured leg, but it is already the cleanest part of Ibrahimovic's body, who is now in a state of disgrace.

The heart-shaped accessory on the chest had cracked for some reason.

The little dream demon's eyes were already filled with tears. She wanted to go up and comfort Eevee, but looking at the scars all over its body, she didn't dare to touch anything. She could only take out a clean towel from her shadow space and put it in Firion's hand.

That's the one it likes best.

"These... bastards. I'm a complete fool myself, how could I hand over the little Eevee to them?!"

Firio's heart was filled with self-blame and fear.

If he hadn't been unable to suppress his worry and came here to look for him today, and the roads here were not that complicated, Ibrahimovic would probably have died here due to worsening injuries and extreme malnutrition.

Firion was so excited that his hands were shaking as he touched Ib.

"Dream demon, medicine and supplements, in the bag..."

Not daring to move at all, Firio sat directly on the ground, crossed his legs, and placed Ibrahimovic on the towel.

Even in its coma, it couldn't help but let out slight cries of pain, obviously suffering from great torture.

"Madge! Madge!"

The little dream demon was in a panic, rummaging through his backpack and the shadows, and took out two bottles of medicine and a tonic.

"Korni, drive over here, to the south end of East Fifth Street, quickly! Take me to the Pokémon Center!"

Picking up the phone, Filio subconsciously dialed the most familiar number.

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The third floor of the Elf Center, the emergency treatment room.

Firio lingered in front of the closed door, waiting for news from inside.

The little dream demon lay dejectedly on top of Firion's head, tears falling down.

Ibrahimovic's situation made it empathize with him.

"Filio, is this Ibrahimovic the one you told me about a few days ago? Don't worry too much. The technicians here are very good and they will definitely be able to cure it."

Corny sat in a seat by the corridor, looking at the anxious Firion, her hands crossed nervously, and she comforted him softly.

"I know, I just can't let go of my worry. That little guy... ah!" Firio punched his thigh with a cold expression, his eyes full of sorrow. "Korni, help me find out who that family is. Find out clearly."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll help you check. Don't worry, just sit for a while."

This was the first time that Korni had seen Filio so angry since she was a child. She could only agree, pull him to sit down, and pat his back gently to help him calm down.

"Boom"

Suddenly, the lights outside the treatment room door dimmed.

Filio, who had just sat down for a while, suddenly stood up and walked forward, just in time to meet Joey who had just walked out of the door.

"Eevee is your Pokémon, right? You're obviously not a child anymore, how could you let the wound get worse before coming here?! The inflammation is already very serious now!"

Before Filio could ask any questions, Joey started to scold him.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. How's the little Eevee now? Is he okay?"

The matter was complicated and Firio had no intention of explaining. He just agreed and asked about Ibrahimovic's condition.

Seeing his sincere attitude, Joey calmed down a bit. He pointed inside and said, "Go in and take a look. The wound has been treated. You did a good job in emergency treatment. Now the anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs have been taken. The situation is stable. Put it in the Poké Ball and take it home to rest. No strenuous activities within a week. Do you understand?"

"Can I take it home? Of course, I will be very careful. I have some knowledge in this area."

Firio's tone sounded a little embarrassed, and Joey frowned.

"Hmm? Wait a minute." After taking a closer look at Firio and the worried little Dream Demon above her head, Miss Joy recognized him, "You are Firio, Judith's Firio, right? I remember you only have one Dream Demon. Is this Eevee your Pokémon?"

"Yes, Ms. Orianna, I'm Firion. This Eevee is not my Pokémon. But I'll pay for all the treatment costs, don't worry."

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Firio nodded.

The Joey in front of her was named Orianna Joy. She was the head of the Pokémon Emergency Medical Department at the Pokémon Center in Sora City. She was also one of the regular customers of the cafe. She was so busy just now that she didn't recognize Firion and the Little Dream Demon at first.

"You are so generous. This is a good deed. The treatment fee is very expensive. Don't mind. I was a little anxious just now. Eh? Miss Korni is here too."

Patting Firio's head, Orianna Joy said apologetically.

Firio shook his head: "It's okay, you are doing this for Ibrahimovic's own good. The cost of treatment is not a problem, as long as it can fully recover."

"Hello, Miss Joy, thank you very much."

Korni stood half a step behind Philio, bowed slightly and expressed her gratitude to Joey.

"You two? Never mind. I don't care about that. Little Firion, has Ibrahimovic been abandoned? I'll help you check."

Looking at Firio and Korni, Miss Joy gave an unfathomable smile, but then quickly remembered the business.

Most of the medical staff in the Joy family are also excellent breeders, and their love for Pokémon is unmatched. When she thinks of what happened to Eevee, she is also filled with indignation.

"Thank you, Sister Orianna. I'll go with you. The little dream demon and I are a little worried about Eevee."

Firion bowed and thanked him sincerely, and the dream demon also bent down in imitation of him.

"Come on, don't be so shy."

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"Sure enough, he was released five days ago."

Holding the test results of the instrument, Miss Joy tapped the paper and her pretty face puffed up like a bun.

"Sister Orianna, can you help me get an injury assessment report?"

After taking the release test certificate, Firio asked in a deep voice.

"Do you want to report him for abandonment? No problem, I support you! This kind of social scum should be punished!"

"boom"

As the voice was spoken, the table in the office was suddenly hit hard and began to shake.

"Laki!"

Jigglypuff, who was beside Miss Joy, was also filled with righteous indignation and stomped his feet hard.

Looking at the heavy table and floor tiles, Firio and Korni looked at each other and swallowed at the same time.

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"Okay, this is my medical diagnosis report. The conclusion is: after examination, the treated Pokémon Eevee was not in a suitable growth environment after being released, and had old injuries, which led to the worsening of the injuries and put his life in danger."

Joey signed his name in a flamboyant manner and handed the complete diagnosis report to Filio.

"Thank you very much, Sister Orianna, you really helped me and Ibrahimovic a lot."

Firion took it gratefully with both hands.

"Okay, let's talk about something else." Pointing at the Eevee that was wrapped up like a little dumpling and sleeping on the small mobile bed, Joey asked, "It doesn't have a trainer now. What are you going to do? Are you going to capture it?"

Firion shook his head.

"Don't want to conquer? What should I do in the future?"

Korni tugged at Firion's sleeve.

"It's not that I don't want to, but I can't do it now. I hope to make the little Eevee my partner, but I have to take it home to take care of it first. Whether I can tame it depends on its own wishes. The last time we met, it found its way home on its own, and it should have some feelings for its original family, so I have to wait for it to wake up and communicate with it. The wishes of every Pokémon should be respected, at least not when it is unconscious."

He gently picked up Ibrahimovic and placed him in front of him. Firion put his cheek against it and felt that it was still a little hot. His tone was a little heavier.

"...Alright. These are my little gifts. Go to the lobby on the first floor to settle the bill and then you can go home. These don't count. I will only charge you for your treatment today. Come back for a checkup in a week."

Joey hesitated to speak, and just took out some medicine from the medicine cabinet, handed it to Philio, and then gave him a few instructions.

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"Thanks so much to you today, Korni. Please help me check the matter of that family. I want to seek justice for little Ibrahimovic."

"Madge!"

"Leave it to me. If anything happens in the next few days, just call me anytime. I've already told grandpa that I won't sit idly by. It's getting late, I'll go back first, you take good care of little Ibrahimovic."

At the doorstep of his home, Firio said goodbye to Korni who had come to his rescue, and holding Eevee gently in one hand and carrying bags of medicines, supplements and nourishing ingredients in the other, he hurried in. According to Joey's request, he modified the small bed, which was originally used for the Incubus to sleep and had a decoration at the back, as Eevee's hospital bed.

Then, Filio called teacher Milia and asked for another week's vacation.

After hearing about Ibrahimovic, Millia was also very angry. She didn't say much about Firio's leave, but just reminded him that the time for the intermediate breeder examination was not far away, and he had to make some preparations at home and couldn't delay.

After a busy night, especially with the return of his mother Judith, Ibrahimovic was finally settled.

Seeing it sleeping soundly in the crib with its frown relaxed, Firio and the little dream demon breathed a sigh of relief, cleaned it up quickly, and fell into a light sleep.

During the night, Firio got up several times to check Ibrahimovic's body temperature and sleep condition. Seeing that Ibrahimovic was breathing steadily and looking peaceful, he felt relieved.

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"Little Dream Demon, hand me that gray paper box!"

"Madge!"

The next afternoon, little Ibrahimovic was still drowsy, and Firio prepared the supplements he had specially fed to little Ibrahimovic yesterday.