This elf world is kind of weird

Chapter 25 Release and Abandonment (12)

"March."

In the classroom, Dream Demon lay weakly on Filio's shoulder, feeling very depressed.

Three or four days have passed since we said goodbye to the mansion.

Not only the Dream Demon was worried, but Philio would often think of that little guy who was quite similar to himself when he was a child, and was worried about its living conditions.

But in such a legal society, the other party is Ibrahimovic's legal owner, and even he has nothing to do about it.

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"Ina, Antoine, I'm sorry, I won't rehearse with you today. I'm not in a good state."

After school, Philio said goodbye to the surprised eyes of his two friends and left slowly.

"Filio! Let us know if you need help!"

The two who were familiar with his style sensed that something was wrong, and quickly reminded him loudly.

"Well, thank you very much."

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"Uh, this is it?"

"March?"

On the way home, Philio suddenly looked up and found that the scene in front of him was a bit strange.

The little dream demon also floated up from above Filio's head, looking around suspiciously.

Unknowingly, because he and Meng Yao had been thinking about Ibrahimovic's affairs, they didn't realize that they had gone the wrong way. From the very beginning, they deviated the direction.

"Hey, I'm really worried about little Eevee. I don't know if those upstarts from Hezhong will take good care of the little guy."

"March."

One person and one Pokémon looked at each other, feeling a little depressed.

"Go to the coffee shop and ask your mother if there is a takeaway bar in that direction. Stop by and take a look."

"March!"

Hearing Filio's words, the little dream demon suddenly flew over, hugged his face, and kept nodding.

"Then it's decided, hurry up and go back!"

Just as he said, Filio took steps and ran towards the coffee shop quickly.

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".No."

Pretending to be passing by, Filio's super power spread to the entire lawn as he walked past the mansion.

However, there is no trace of Ibrahimovic.

With a bit of luck in their hearts, Filio and Dream Demon quickly walked around the mansion and searched the entire courtyard with their super powers, but found nothing.

"Something happened! Let's go find these damn things!"

"March!"

There are only two roads near the mansion, one is the way he came from, and it is also the place where Ibrahimovic was most likely abandoned rather than lost.

The other one ushered in two figures, one large and one small, advancing rapidly.

"Swish"

The superpower spread out without reservation, permeating the entire street and adjacent roads.

The blue glow "lit up" the surrounding space in Philio's mind.

Compared with myself even just a day ago, there has been a significant improvement.

It's just that Philio has no idea about this matter at all.

There was only one thing on his mind.

Find Eevee who has disappeared again.

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It's only a kilometer or two away from the mansion, in a more remote narrow alley.

The petite figure was covered with bruises and was lying on the green belt beside the intersection.

The wound on his left leg worsened and it was almost impossible to move.

Blood mixed with a little pus trickled down, dripping onto the ground.

Dirty hair was matted all over the body, some of which were slightly charred, and the dust dyed the butter-colored fluff into a mess.

"Booy."

At this moment, it only has the strength left to send out its final, shallow whine.

In a trance, it seemed to see the figure of the previous few days again, and it was also a rare warm memory except for the childhood when it didn't remember much.

The mental energy that had been causing him some pain and squeezing in his mind seemed to have relaxed slightly, giving him more room to think.

His vision became blurred, and the temperature of the outside world no longer seemed clear.

It had not received much care since it was a child, so it didn't feel much pain, just a little regret and emotion.

Maybe that's fine too.

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

"Little Ibrahimovic"

At the last moment of my confused consciousness, I seemed to hear a familiar voice.

"Buy?"

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

The body went up uncontrollably, and then, I felt the long-lost warmth.

"I'm sorry, little Ibrahimovic."

"cloth"

A crystal clear teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye with a sense of relief.

Little Ibrahimovic finally couldn't hold it anymore, completely lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

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The coat was opened, and Philio held Ibrahimovic in his arms.

Not only is the small body covered with new and old injuries, but it is also scorching hot.

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

The bandage that was wrapped that day had almost fallen off, and the heart-shaped knot was hanging loosely on the injured leg, but it was already the cleanest piece of Ibrahimovic's body at this moment.

On the chest, the heart-shaped accessory has split open for some reason.

The little dream demon was already full of tears. She wanted to go up and gently comfort Ibrahimovic, but also looked at the bruises all over her body. She didn't dare to touch it anywhere. She could only take out a clean towel from her own shadow space, Stuffed into Philio's hands.

That's his favorite one.

"These bastards. I'm so stupid myself, how could I hand over little Eevee to them?!"

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

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

In the excitement, Philio touched Ibrahimovic's hands, which were trembling a little.

"Dream Demon, wound medicine and supplements are in the bag."

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

Even in a coma, it unconsciously let out a slight cry of pain, obviously suffering from torture.

"March! Madge!"

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

"Kerni, drive over here to the south end of East Fifth Street, hurry! Send me to the Elf 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.

Philio lingered in front of the closed gate, waiting for news from inside.

The little dream demon crouched on top of Filio's head dejectedly, tears streaming down her face.

Ibrahimovic's situation makes him feel the same.

"Filio, is this Eevee the one you told me about two days ago? Don't be too anxious. The technology here is very good and it will be cured."

Korni sat on the seat next to the corridor, looking at the anxious Filio, crossing her hands uneasily, and softly comforting her.

"I know, I just can't let go, that little guy!" Filio punched his thigh, his expression was cold, and his eyes were full of unresolved melancholy, "Korni, help me find out, which family Who is the son, find out."

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

Ever since she was a child, it was the first time for Kerni to see Filio so angry. She could only respond, drag him to sit up, and pat him on the back to comfort him.

"Boom"

Suddenly, the lights outside the treatment room went dark.

Filio, who had just sat down for a while, suddenly got up and went forward, catching up with Joey who had just walked out of the door.

"Ibrahimovic is your Pokémon, right? You are obviously not a child anymore, how can you allow the wound to deteriorate to such an extent before you come back?! The inflammation is already very serious now!"

Before Philio could ask, Joey scolded him first.

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

The matter was complicated, and Philio didn't bother to explain it, he just responded first and asked about Ibrahimovic's condition.

Seeing his sincere attitude, Joey's anger also subsided a little, pointed inside, and said: "Go in and have a look, the wound has been treated, and your emergency treatment is well done, now the anti-inflammatory drugs and anti-fever The medicine has already been taken, and the condition is stable, you put it in the elf ball, take it home to rest well, and you can't do strenuous activities within a week, understand?"

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

Philio's tone was a bit embarrassing, which made Joey frown.

"Huh? Wait." After taking a closer look at Philio and the little dream monster with a worried expression on his head, Miss Joy recognized him, "You are Philio, Philio from Judith's family, yes Right? I remember you only have one dream monster. Is this Eevee your Pokémon?"

"Yes, Miss Orianna, I'm Philio. This Eevee is not my Pokémon. But I will pay all the treatment expenses, don't worry."

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

The Joey in front of me, whose full name is Orianna Joy, is the person in charge of the Pokémon emergency medical department at the Sala City Fairy Center, and at the same time, one of the regular customers of the coffee shop. Recognize Phileo and the little dream demon.

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

After touching Philio's head, Oriana Joy said apologetically.

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

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

Corny stood half a step behind Filio, bowed slightly, and thanked Joey.

"You two? Forget it, I don't care about this, little Philio, has Ibrahimovic been abandoned? Let me check for you."

Looking at Filio and Korni, Miss Joy smiled enigmatically, 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 unparalleled. Thinking of what happened to Eevee, she was filled with indignation.

"Then thank you, Sister Oriana, I'll go with you. Little Dream Demon and I are a little worried about Ibrahimovic."

Philio bowed down and thanked him sincerely, and the dream demon also bent down in the same manner.

"Come together, don't be too far-fetched."

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

Holding the test result of the instrument, Miss Joy tapped the paper, her pretty face bulging into a bun shape.

"Sister Orianna, can you write an appraisal report for my injury?"

After receiving the release test certificate, Philio asked in a deep voice.

"Do you want to report the other party for abandonment? No problem, I support you! Such social scum should be punished!"

"boom"

Accompanied by the words, the table in the office was suddenly hit hard and started to shake.

"Lucky!"

The lucky egg next to Miss Joy was also filled with righteous indignation and stomped her feet vigorously.

Looking at the awkwardly burdened table and floor tiles, Filio and Korni looked at each other and swallowed their saliva in unison.

"Okay, this is my medical diagnosis report. The conclusion is: After testing, the treated Pokémon Eevee was not in a suitable growth environment after being released, and there were old injuries, which caused the injury to worsen and become life-threatening. "

Signing his name in a fluttering manner, Joey handed over the complete medical certificate to Philio.

"Thank you very much, sister Oriana, you really helped me and Ibrahimovic a lot."

Philio took it with both hands gratefully.

"Okay, let's talk about something else." Pointing to Ibrahimovic, who was wrapped into a small rice dumpling and sleeping on the small mobile hospital bed, Joey asked inquiringly, "It has no trainer now, what are you going to do? Do? Do you want to subdue it?"

Philio shook his head.

"Don't want to surrender? What will you do next?"

Corny tugged on Philio's sleeve.

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

Gently picked up Ibrahimovic, and put it in front of him. Philio's cheek was pressed against it, but he felt a little hot, and his tone was a little heavy.

"Okay. These are my thoughts. I'll go to the lobby on the first floor to settle the bill, and then I can go back. These don't count. I'll only charge you the treatment fee today. Come back for a review in a week."

Joey hesitated to speak, but took some medicines from the medicine cabinet, handed them to Filio, and then gave some instructions.

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"Thank you so much for today, Kerni. Please help me investigate the matter about that family. I want to seek justice for little Eevee."

"March!"

"Leave it on me. Just call me if you have something to do these days. I've already told my grandfather that I won't just sit idly by. It's getting late, so I'll go back first. You take care of little Ibrahimovic."

At the door of the house, I bid farewell to Korni who helped me in the emergency, gently hugged Ibrahimovic in one hand, and carried large and small bags of medicines, supplements and nourishing ingredients in the other. Philio hurried in and modified the It was originally used for the dream monster to sleep, but the back became a small bed for decoration, as Ibrahimovic's hospital bed.

Then, Filio called Teacher Milia's phone number and asked for another week's leave.

Hearing about Ibrahimovic, Miria was also very angry. She didn't say much about Filio's leave, but reminded him that the time for the intermediate trainer exam is not far away, and he should make some preparations at home. Can't delay.

It took a busy night, especially when my mother Judith joined in, to get Ibrahimovic settled.

Seeing that it was sleeping peacefully on the small bed, and its frowning brows were relaxed, Philio and the little Dream Demon were relieved, cleaned up a bit, and fell asleep lightly.

During the night, Philio got up several times to check Ibrahimovic's temperature and sleeping status. He saw that his breathing was steady and his expression was peaceful, and his heart dropped by half.

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

"March!"

In the afternoon of the second day, little Ibrahimovic was still lethargic, and Philio prepared the tonic that he specially fed to little Ibrahimovic yesterday.

It was a bit troublesome to prepare that kind of supplement, and Philio seldom made it. He only kept it on him for emergencies. For a while, he ran out of stock and could only make it on the spot.

The little dream demon ran back and forth to help him. He was very busy but also enjoyed it.

"bang"

"click"

While he was busy with work, there was a muffled sound in the distance, as if a heavy object had fallen to the ground, and there were other movements.

The super power spread subconsciously, and Filio exclaimed: "No, it's Ibrahimovic, hurry up!"

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