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Thank you 🙂 ——————– “It’s muscle lethargy.
It’s not a serious illness, just a rather uncommon one,” Chase breathed a sigh of relief.
Simply put, a small portion of this Gastrodon’s abdominal muscles had lost their ability to exert force, causing a warning pain in the form of spasms.
It wasn’t a big deal.
If they were in a city, they could just find any Pokemon Center and leave it in the healing machine for a while to cure it.
Of course, using a healing machine was out of the question in their current situation.
However, it only needed a good period of rest, waiting for the muscles to slowly regain their strength.
Sometimes, knowing too much wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
Just a moment ago, countless life-threatening diseases had flashed through Chase’s mind; he had even begun figuring out how to arrange Gastrodon’s funeral.
Moreover, the System was indeed impressive.
Within the medical knowledge it had downloaded into his mind, aside from systematic diagnostic and treatment data, there was actually a massive collection of real clinical cases.
The treatment processes felt as if he had seen them with his own eyes and experienced them firsthand.
If Chase didn’t know better, he might have truly believed he had lived through those events himself.
Otherwise, how could he have accurately diagnosed the cause of the Gastrodon’s illness based solely on touch and symptoms?
It was precisely because there were several identical cases in his memory.
And it wasn’t just this one ailment; every single disease had physical case studies of Pokemon from different types and species.
It made Chase wonder if the system had stolen the Joy family’s medical archives and handed them over to him.
After all, in the entire Pokemon world, only the Joy family, who held a monopoly over the medical system, would possess such terrifyingly detailed medical records.
Although this guess was absurd, it still made Chase a bit more cautious.
He needed to keep a low profile in front of others from now on, so as not to alert anyone with ulterior motives to his anomalies.
Of course, merely knowing some simple treatment methods wasn’t a big deal.
After all, whether it was Trainers, Breeders, or Rangers like Chase, they inevitably encountered situations out in the wild where they couldn’t find a Pokemon Center.
Possessing some minor skills to treat Pokemon was perfectly normal.
…
Having found the cause, the next step was treatment.
Although this illness could be left untreated—just staying put without making any major movements and resting for ten days to half a month would basically restore mobility.
But for Chase, that was far from enough.
He had finally encountered an opportunity to practice, and it was a rare condition like “muscle lethargy” that he might only see once in a lifetime.
How could Chase possibly let it slip?
Besides, the Gastrodon certainly wouldn’t want to lie around like a log for a long time.
With Chase intervening, it could resume normal activities by tomorrow at the latest, with practically no lingering aftereffects.
“Let me think, the treatment for muscle lethargy…” Chase quickly rummaged through his mind for a feasible treatment plan that could be executed in the wild.
Meanwhile, the Pokemon who had just relaxed because Chase said it “wasn’t a big deal,” saw him suddenly close his eyes and fall silent.
Their hearts, which had just settled, instantly leaped back into their throats.
What was going on?
Hadn’t he found the cause?
The two leader Pokemon couldn’t help but look at each other in bewilderment.
Only Zangoose remained completely unfazed, displaying absolute trust in Chase.
Fortunately, Chase didn’t take too long.
In about half a minute, he found the answer.
He reopened his eyes and fixed his gaze on the Cherrim leader not far away.
Cherrim: “Cherri?” (=°Д°=) Why are you looking at me?
“Um, Cherrim, could you give me one of your fruits?” Chase pointed to the pink, ornament-like orbs on the Cherrim’s head.
Hearing this, the Cherrim instinctively took a half-step back.
Only then did it cautiously ask if Chase wanted its fruit to save the Gastrodon.
Just like its pre-evolved form Cherubi, the small orbs on Cherrim’s head were actually fruits it used to store nutrients on a daily basis.
After losing their purpose of assisting evolution, these fruits primarily became a reserve resource, meant to serve as a supplement when food resources were scarce, much like a camel’s humps.
In addition, these nutrient-rich fruits could also be used as supplements to promote a Pokemon’s growth.
Their function was similar to Miltank’s MooMoo Milk or the fruit that grew on a Tropius’s neck.
The reason Chase needed it was precisely because of this second function.
Gastrodon’s “muscle lethargy” could actually also be considered a form of localized malnutrition.
That was why the simplest treatment method was just resting well and ensuring proper nutritional intake.
Naturally, there was also a faster-acting method: forcefully administering an excess of nutrients to the Gastrodon—a brute-force approach.
Let’s not forget that this was a world of supernatural powers, and Pokemon were magical creatures possessing extraordinary abilities.
Under normal circumstances, there was absolutely no need to worry about overnutrition; their bodies could regulate it themselves.
Chase offered a brief explanation, concealing his selfish desire to show off in front of everyone.
In the end, he traded an entire box of Pokeblocks for one of the Cherrim leader’s fruits.
A fruit from a Gym Leader-level Cherrim, and one that was currently at its peak nutritional reserve right after the autumn harvest season…
this would be worth a fortune in any city!
It was safe to say that trading it for one or two sets of Evolution Stones wouldn’t be a problem at all.
For a moment, Chase was almost hesitant to use it, wondering if he should find some random excuse to keep it for himself.
Fortunately, his rationality maintained the upper hand and wasn’t overridden by greed.
He quickly cast aside all distracting thoughts and began concocting the medicine for the Gastrodon.
Or rather than medicine, it would be more accurate to call it a handmade nutritional supplement.
Because of this, the preparation process wasn’t complicated.
It only took Chase about ten minutes to finish.
He took a small taste, confirming that the flavor was virtually identical to the one in his memory, before bringing it to the Gastrodon’s mouth and feeding it to the Pokemon little by little.
The system determined that this Gastrodon’s strength was at Level 35, while the Cherrim leader was Level 56.
Therefore, even just a single fruit from the latter contained an overwhelmingly abundant amount of energy for the former.
Almost the very second the Gastrodon finished drinking the supplement, it felt a surging wave of warmth rush straight toward its painful spot, enveloping it completely in the blink of an eye.
“Don!
Don!!” It doesn’t hurt anymore!
It really doesn’t hurt anymore!!
The Gastrodon looked thrilled and immediately tried to break free from its restraints to move around on the ground.
However, it was promptly tied up securely once again by the Tangrowth leader, rendering it completely immobile.
Gastrodon: …
(￣i￣;) “Let it go.” Seeing Chase speak up, the Tangrowth leader half-believingly loosened its vines, though it still kept a dead stare on the Gastrodon as it tentatively began moving step by step on the ground.
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