Chapter 60: What Heath Seeks

"Is this Charmander yours, Heath?" Nurse Snow asked sternly, looking at the extremely weak Charmander before her.

Heath scratched his head. He had to admit, Nurse Snow was always very serious when treating patients, similar to Sister Maple when she was stern.

Looking at the unconscious Charmander, Heath didn't know what to say. If he admitted it wasn't his, Charmander would likely be taken back to the Adams' house, only to escape again.

This was Charmander's second escape. Was it really okay to leave it with a trainer it didn't like?

"This injury... Is this the Charmander that Mr. Adams lost?" Nurse Snow applied medicine to Charmander and then looked at Heath suspiciously.

"No, this isn't Mr. Adams' Charmander," Heath shook his head. This Charmander clearly didn't want to stay with the odd trainer from the Adams family.

Nurse Snow gave Heath a deep look, then calmly took out a form and handed it to him. It was an informed consent form for treatment.

"I was wondering when you gained the ability to revive the dead, Heath. The Adams family submitted a request to the League today, stating their Charmander died from severe injuries and they have applied for another starter Pokémon," Nurse Snow said with a smile.

Heath was stunned. He hadn't expected the Adams family not to reissue a bounty. But on second thought, it made sense. Charmander escaping with such severe injuries was almost certain death, but it was lucky enough to be found by Ekans and Meowth, surviving against the odds.

"Since this is a wild Charmander, Heath, do you want to capture it? Otherwise, I'll have to proceed with League treatment channels," Nurse Snow asked with a smile.

Heath was surprised. League treatment was a public service, but after recovery, the Pokémon would be handled according to its situation. Those that were friendly would be adopted by other trainers, while more aggressive ones would be released back into the wild. Adopting trainers often had to pay the treatment costs.

Heath quickly nodded. Capturing this Charmander was undoubtedly a good thing.

Despite everything, Heath felt relieved that Charmander was receiving proper treatment. However, thinking about the potentially huge medical costs left him a bit worried.

Charmander's injuries were too severe for free treatment to suffice, meaning there would be paid treatment fees.

"Um, Heath..." Nurse Snow said hesitantly as Heath was lost in his thoughts.

Heath stood up, puzzled. Had something unexpected happened?

"Well... I'm really sorry about almost hitting you yesterday, so I'll cover the treatment costs this time," Nurse Snow said shyly, her face blushing adorably.

"That's fantastic! Thank you, Nurse Snow!" Heath jumped up. As long as the expensive medical costs were waived, he wouldn't mind being chased by a Chansey in a car again.

Leaving Charmander at the Pokémon Center for treatment, Heath hurried back to his stall. It wasn't meal time yet, so there were no customers, giving Heath a moment of relief.

"Should I buy a Poké Ball?" Heath thought about Charmander and rubbed his chin.

With the possibility of legally capturing Charmander, Heath felt much more relaxed. This Charmander seemed well-trained. If it hadn't been injured during capture, the Adams family probably wouldn't have given up on it.

Moreover, Charmander was a Fire-type Pokémon, making cooking in the wild much more convenient for Heath.

"I have a feeling you're thinking something evil. That smile is weird," Zorua yawned, lying on Heath's forehead.

"Is it really that strange?" Heath touched his face. He didn't think his smile was odd.

"Very strange. It's like in that book I read, 'My Gallade Has a Big Sword,' where the protagonist, after discovering his Gallade was male, thought about him every day," Zorua said enthusiastically.

Heath expressionlessly knocked on Zorua's head. What kind of books had this little one been reading?

Then Heath's expression turned weird. Zorua must have read those books after being captured by Team Plasma, so did that mean...

Was Gorm a pervert? The thought gave Heath chills. No wonder Gorm's gaze in the forest was strange. Thankfully, Sister Maple arrived quickly, or who knows what might have happened.

"Read fewer of those strange books in the future," Heath seriously scolded Zorua, who looked at him with teary eyes.

As Heath was about to continue his serious talk with Zorua, hoping to correct her peculiar hobbies, he spotted Mr. Adams' luxury car.

A Dream Car, the top-tier sports car in Kanto, equivalent to a Lamborghini in his previous life, though here it was branded as Dream.

He wondered if Mew had ever asked the manufacturer for royalties.

But what caught Heath's attention was Little Adams and the Bounsweet next to him.

When the light turned green, the sports car sped away, leaving Heath with a strange look.

Bounsweet's final evolution was Tsareena, a Grass-type Pokémon, often called the Queen by some people.

Heath sympathetically watched the car drive away. Maybe Little Adams would find a Pokémon with similar interests to his and live a peculiar life with it.

"Perhaps this is life," Heath shook his head. Some pursued the path of becoming Pokémon Masters, while he sought all the delicious foods and wonderful encounters in the Pokémon world.

As for Little Adams, maybe he was looking for a Pokémon that liked to torment him. The hobbies of rich people were indeed strange.

"Heath, I'll have something to eat," Mr. Armin arrived, humming an unknown tune, looking quite cheerful.

Heath curiously watched Mr. Armin. Had something good happened to him?

(End of Chapter)