Pokemon: I Was Chosen By The White Dragon And Forced To Be The Champion

-417- Study

That night, the little boy hugged Marill and slept peacefully all night. This was the most comfortable sleep he had had in so many months.

The next morning, the little boy felt itchy on his face. He scratched and touched something.

When he opened his eyes, Marill had regained his energy and was sticking to his face.

"Xiaolan! You're getting better!"

Seeing Xiao Lan like this, the little boy was very excited. Mei Yi looked over through the crack in the door~ with a distressed look on his face.

"Most of the people in Licorice Town are doctors, and the doctors are kind-hearted, so they should agree to attack a little doorman.

Chihong said, providing her own opinion.

"But the little boy must want to find his parents most. How should we say that his parents actually don't want him anymore."

Silver said, not knowing what to do.

At this time, the little boy stood behind the door, listening to what they said, and also heard that his parents did not want him.

Although the little boy is only ten years old, he doesn't know everything about him. He can feel that he has been abandoned.

So he didn't give hope to find his parents.

Seeing how many people were so worried about him, the little boy bit his lip and ran out.

Mubai noticed the movement and followed quietly while several people behind him were still discussing.

The little boy returned to the place where Mubai and the others first found him. There were piles of hay. The little boy dug out the medicinal materials he had stolen and quietly sent them back one by one.

The little boy didn't steal much, just more variety, and some of them just fed Marill a little bit, so basically it wasn't anything lost.

Finally, after paying off the items quietly one by one, the little boy seemed to have mustered up the courage to come to a small house and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

It was the voice of a lazy old man, who slowly opened the door after a while.

After opening it, the little boy knelt on the ground with his forehead touching the ground.

"Mr. Gu, please accept me as your disciple. I am willing to do any dirty work."

"why is it you again."

It can be seen that the little boy seems to be a regular visitor.

"I gave you a chance at that time, but you weren't talented enough and there was nothing I could do about it. I would just treat you like a loser."

After saying that, the old man prepared to close the door, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't close it.

When I looked up, I saw a man blocking the door. It was Mubai.

"Hello old sir, this is my nephew. He was sold here. I wanted to take him back, but he said he didn't want to leave for a doctor.

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"It must be you, Your Excellency. Can you decide for my nephew how to become your disciple?"

Mubai spoke very politely and with some praise.

The old gentleman saw that Mubai had an extraordinary temperament, looked at the little boy again, and had no choice but to wave and lead the two of them inside.

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When he saw it was Mubai, the little boy was very surprised and started crying again.

"Why are you crying again? You're such a crybaby."

Mubai said dotingly and distressedly, and wiped it.

"It's not that I don't want to accept him as my disciple. He is sincere and conscientious. I can't bear it every time. But that time when I tested his sensitivity to medical skills, it was zero. Even if he had 12% talent, I would still do it. Give it a try, but 0%, what can I do?"

The old gentleman said, looking regretful and helpless.

"May I ask what kind of sensitivity it is?"

Mubai asked respectfully.

"It's about the grasp of herbal medicine, whether you can distinguish the taste, appearance, etc. of different herbs."

It doesn't sound difficult.

"Can this kind of thing be made up for through hard work the day after tomorrow?"

Mubai continued to ask questions. .