Pokémon, but cultural invasion

"Be careful."

Quanshu did not overstep his bounds and quietly waited for her to finish washing while sitting on the chair.

They pushed her in a wheelchair to get treatment, to have her cast put on, to pick up her medicine, and it was already past midnight when they returned to the ward.

Surprisingly, human hospitals also have Chansey, and its treatments have anti-swelling properties.

Not long after taking the painkiller, Lanxing's furrowed brows relaxed, and she became drowsy.

When Izumi came out of the bathroom, she was still struggling to stay awake.

"go to bed early..."

"Wait, don't go!"

A hazy Lanxing called out to him as he was about to go to the next ward.

"There are beds available for family members here, but..."

Quanshu thought about it for a moment and decided it wasn't a big deal, so she unfolded the folding bed and lay down.

The hospital gown was stiff and uncomfortable.

"Thank you..."

The contractions subsided, but the rain outside the window continued. In the warm and quiet ward, Lanxing's eyes were filled with weariness and drowsiness.

"nothing."

She suddenly asked, "Are you happy after leaving the orphanage?"

"I had a fulfilling and happy time, but I wasn't unhappy in the orphanage either."

The spring and the tree exchanged questions and answers.

Lanxing turned her head and stared at the dark ceiling.

The two were so close that they could faintly hear each other breathing.

That's good. If this rain never stops, he'll be trapped in that cramped hospital room forever...

But she knew it was wishful thinking. Once the storm had passed and her injuries had healed, everything would eventually return to normal.

Quanshu's words echoed in his heart: How can I understand if you don't tell me?

The words that could be uttered in the heat of the moment are blocked by cowardice, burying along with the seeds of sincerity.

“I...really love your birthday present, those hiking boots.”

"...Are you only bringing this up now?"

"This is the first time someone has given me a birthday present, so I'm very happy. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner."

"Remember to return the favor."

"I'm sorry for calling you an irresponsible playboy when we first met."

That's true.

"Also, I might like your... movies."

"Everyone likes it."

Lan Xing turned her head and looked at him again: "I've heard that people always feel happiest when they are getting closer to happiness."

"Why are you saying this suddenly?"

Quanshu opened his mouth, but people tend to overthink when they are weak, so he shouldn't have asked that question.

So he said, "So you are now getting closer to happiness?"

"Ah."

Surprisingly, the headmistress didn't refute him. Izumi asked with amusement, "But didn't you previously complain that I couldn't find happiness?"

"Like the little meteors that soar into the sky every morning, it can only keep getting closer to space, but can never reach it. My happiness is the same."

"why?"

"Because you can't... Never mind, it's nothing."

Lanxing fell silent.

Izumi rubbed the Eevee on his belly and said, "People are happiest when they are closest to happiness, but happiness is often imperceptible."

"When I used to travel, I was only thinking about gyms and champions, and I never realized how lucky I was to meet my own Pokémon."

"And today there are a lot of Pokémon willing to go to great lengths for you. To be honest, I'm a little envious of you."

"If you have any troubles or worries in the future, come and talk to me."

"Even if we have a big argument, I would welcome it."

The dark room fell silent.

After a long while, Lanxing's gentle voice, as melodious as a mountain spring flowing through a pine forest, finally rang out: "Why... did you offer to help me?"

"Because it's not easy to find a suitable director for the Tingxiang Welfare Home, I'll be troubled if something happens to you."

"...Is that all?"

Do you want any other answers?

Izumi no longer bothered with the previous pleasantries and said, "I want to help you simply because I want to help you, there's no other reason... How about that?"

"It's terrible, absolutely terrible."

Despite the inexplicable statement, Lanxing felt an unprecedented sense of security.

There were no vested interests involved, no hidden agendas, just genuine sincerity.

"I've changed my mind. I'm going to create my own happiness."

"Then come on."

Izumi stroked Eevee's little head, "I hope tomorrow will be a sunny day."

Chapter 165 Communication Restoration

In the afternoon, Quanshu was awakened by continuous thunder.

The sky was so dark it seemed like it would never go out, and lightning flashed through the thick clouds, illuminating the silhouette of a Pokémon with a sharp beak, long feathers, and a yellow and black coat.

With each flap of its wings covered in spiked feathers, a dazzling, gleaming silver serpent meanders across the inky sky.

With each flap of the wind, the muffled thunder rumbled like the footsteps of a giant traversing the sky.

"Zapdos?"

Quanshu looked up and gazed into the distance, unsure whether it was the same creature that Lei'er had witnessed on the outskirts of Cerulean City.

Zapdos's appearance was no accident; it was fighting something high in the sky.

From a distance, only a few tiny black dots, about the size of beans, could be seen appearing and disappearing in the clouds.

"Boom!"

Another thick bolt of silver lightning streaked across the sky, seemingly striking one of the small black dots, which instantly wobbled and fell from the clouds.

As the altitude rapidly decreased, the black dot grew larger and larger in the field of vision.

It was an unlucky Magneton, its originally silvery-blue metallic body now covered in a layer of charred black.

The three magnetic claws at the bottom twitched and gripped, but still could not stop the fall.

It carried Ma Tseers, swaying and crashing onto the ground.

"boom!"

A loud bang caused water to splash up on the street not far from the hospital.

Protected by Electivire, Lt. Surge, bleeding from his forehead, jumped off Magneton.

His face was gloomy.

The mission to capture Zapdos failed, resulting in the loss of a Gym Leader-level fighter, and the remaining Team Rocket members who participated in the hunt were no match for it.

As expected of a legendary Pokémon, it completely absorbed electric-type attacks with minimal effect.

Maslow retrieved the Magneto. The failure of the operation was not terrible; they could simply reconsider their strategy.

The key lies with Apollo and the others on Cinnabar Island who are responsible for capturing the Moltres. If they succeed and he fails, he will appear incompetent in comparison.

The Rockets, on the other hand, have no fertile ground for wasteful players.

"However, when Magneton crashed into Goldenrod City, Sabrina did not intervene."

"Could the thunderstorm created by a legendary Pokémon really block the senses of a superhuman?"

Ma Zhishi could only attribute the cause to this, and limped toward the hospital.

He had served in the Air Force and was very sensitive to his physical condition.

As expected, the doctor's examination revealed that his right arm was fractured.

After being repositioned and splinted, Ma Zhishi ignored the doctor's advice and decided to return to Kuye City.

He sat in the hall, spraying medicine on the badly injured Magneton, waiting for his strength to recover slightly before setting off.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Lt. Surge, the owner of the museum? What a coincidence!"

As Quan Shu, carrying a fruit basket, passed through the hall, he spotted Ma Zhishi, who looked gloomy.

"You are...that director?"

The charred marks on Maslow's cheeks became even darker.

He will never forget that movie, where he was forced to stand for two hours as punishment by a superpowered bound person.

The incident was later filmed as a tribute video and went viral online, which angered him so much that he hunted down the self-media blogger for two months.

"Your injuries are quite serious. Aren't you going to be hospitalized?"

"It's just a minor injury."

Ma Xueshi sat with his legs spread wide, adopting a commanding posture, and asked warily, "What do you want?"

"Master Ma has keen insight."

Quanshu smiled and said, "Actually, I do have a request. Tingxiang's next movie may involve scenes of dock shipping."

"We hope you will allow us to film in Kuye Port."

"No, Kuye Port is an important place for regional maritime trade and a hub for sea transportation."

Mascher firmly refused: "There are countless docks in Guandu. You should find another place to film."

He secretly pondered that Vermilion Harbor held many secrets of Team Rocket, and it would be troublesome if the crew accidentally discovered them.

Moreover, Tingxiang has a huge influence, so if something happens, it will be difficult to handle, and the commotion it causes will be hard to quell.

"Since your attitude is so firm, then I won't bother you any longer."

"I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future."

Quanshu leisurely departed.

He silently marked Kuroba City as dangerous in his mind, and decided to be extremely cautious about any activities in this area in the future.

As for Viridian City, he wouldn't set foot there before Team Red Blast Rocket.

...

The chilling thunder rumbled as it receded into the eastward expanse of Golden City.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the sound of rain outside the window is gradually getting thinner.

Quanshu was peeling an apple; the long strip of peel didn't break off and fell into the trash can.

He handed the object to Lanxing on the bed: "What are your plans for the orphanage over the next two months? Recruit new staff?"

"The doctor said the situation is not serious, and I can be discharged after three or four days when the fracture site stabilizes."