Pokemon Musashi

"Is it these two?" Musashi held up the antidote and gauze, panting and said to Gingu in front of him.

"Not bad, I got it right. Go and pick the fruits I need." Gingu glanced at the potion that Musashi handed over, and after confirming that it was correct, he asked Musashi to go to the backyard.

"Okay!" Musashi, who had no rest, could only run one more time for the injured walking grass.

"Orange fruit? Peach fruit??? Why are they all fruit trees! That one is the fruit tree of orange fruit and peach fruit~!" Musashi couldn't help but wailed as he looked at the neatly arranged fruit trees in the garden.

"Ah! By the way, the orange-orange fruit is blue, round and long like an orange, and the peach-peach fruit is pink and peach-shaped and long like a peach. This one? Ugh, pink... but it's not heart-shaped, and yellow... it's not , green... no, red... eh, blue, it's a blue orange fruit! Ripe??? Which one is mature? It should be bigger and darker. If you have it, it's you. , pick two. Where are the peach fruits? Pink heart-shaped, hey, there it is, here, it smells so good, and it looks ripe. Pick one, phew! It's all together!" Musashi carried the things and went to the medical department. ran to the room.

"Whoops, Gingu~ Doctor, I've found everything, here~" Musashi, who was almost exhausted, said with his knees.

Luckily for Aboshe, I was just a little baby. Well, I didn’t know anything and had no intention of paying for the trouble I caused.

Musashi looked at Abo Snake, who had nothing to do with it, and thought to himself, we'll figure it out later!

"Hey, you did a good job. Now that the materials are ready, let's start the treatment. You can rest on the side or continue to help me here." Doctor Yingu looked at this worry-free...well...little girl I was in a good mood, but I still felt very guilty when I thought about how tired I was of torturing this little girl who was only five years old.

(But on the other hand, I think of a very capable young girl. I am still very discerning.)

"Of course I'll help you on the side. After all, you said you wanted to teach me medical techniques, right?" Musashi said stubbornly while still panting.

"Okay, then you can stay nearby, but you must be quiet, obedient, and quick. Okay, I'll start." Gingu couldn't help but glanced at Musashi, but his tone was still indifferent, seeming to say goodbye. things that are indifferent.

"Yes." Musashi took a few deep breaths to make his breathing more even so that he wouldn't be panting all the time. This method is also a little knowledge of life that is carried in the memory of the person in the other world.

"Tweezers, alcohol cotton," Dr. Yingu said immediately.

"Ah?, oh, yes! Tweezers, alcohol cotton." Musashi was startled by Gingu's sudden voice, and hurriedly handed the things to Dr. Gingu's hands.

"First clean and treat the wound like I did, and then use the detoxifying spray." Dr. Yingu explained while doing it.

"Yes, detoxification spray." Musashi watched, listened and acted carefully.

Dr. Yingu controlled the instruments in his hands like flowing water, jumping around with his walking body as the stage.

The wounds on the dark blue bulbous body of the walking grass were slowly cleaned up in Yingu's hands.

"Then spray the wound carefully with the spray. It's ready. Taotaoguo," Dr. Yingu ordered.

"Peach fruit." Musashi put the peach fruit at hand into Gingu's hand.

"The function of the Taotao Fruit is to neutralize and heal the remaining toxins in the Pokémon's body. However, since the Pokmon is in a coma, the only way for it to eat it is to mash it or make a small opening at the tip of the fruit and squeeze it gently with your hands. Just press and drop the juice into the mouth of the walking grass, and finally scissors." Dr. Gingu held the opened Taotao fruit in one hand, used tweezers in the other hand to open the mouth of the walking grass, and explained to Musashi.

"Scissors?" Musashi asked doubtfully

"The leaves on the head of the walking grass are damaged and need to be trimmed to help with subsequent recovery," Dr. Yingu explained.

"Oh" Musashi nodded and handed over the sterilized scissors.

Dr. Yingu carefully trimmed the edges of the damaged leaves neatly, and sometimes cut them in half directly to reduce the wound surface. He took out a bottle marked with wound medicine from his pocket and sprayed the liquid on the wound of the leaf to speed up the healing.