I opened a restaurant in the Pokémon world.

“This little guy must have been abandoned.” Jun Shalei’s expression turned very bad, as if someone owed her tens of thousands of dollars and hadn’t paid it back.

Moreover, Heath noticed that Nidolan's condition seemed to have suddenly deteriorated.

"Why?" Heath was very curious. Although he guessed that the little guy might have been abandoned, he couldn't be sure. After all, such things are not so easy to confirm. But Jenny was now somewhat certain.

"Because she's sick, with a severe case of Pokémon fever. She looks very energetic and fierce right now, entirely because of the adrenaline injection." Officer Jenny's expression was very bad. She carefully placed the Nidoran into a glass box in her backpack.

Heath blinked. He understood some of it. Pokémon fever was a disease. Just like people get sick, Pokémon can get sick too. Some diseases specific to Pokémon are very troublesome, like Pokémon fever. Its status is roughly the same as canine parvovirus and feline infectious peritonitis in his previous life. They are all diseases with high mortality rates, low cure rates, and high costs.

As for adrenaline...

Heath squinted. He remembered the dog he had bought in his previous life. Heath was young then and used his New Year's money to buy a Golden Retriever at the pet market. It turned out to be a puppy that died after a few days. At first, it was very energetic and lively, but soon the dog became ill. Heath took it to the vet, who told him that the dog had parvovirus and that the chances of recovery were very low, and it might cost several thousand dollars. At that time, the poor Heath had no money at all and could only watch with tears in his eyes as his little Golden Retriever died in his arms.

At that time, Heath learned a term, "weekend dog" or "weekend cat," which specifically refers to pets that are sick but have been given injections and become very energetic and lively. These pets don't live long, often less than a week, because the effects of the medication wear off and they die quickly. The treatment costs are very high, and many people often won't pay for it. This is understandable, since it's very difficult to muster the courage to spend thousands of dollars to treat a pet you've only had for a few days.

Even so, Heath was still very annoyed with these people. When their cats and dogs got sick, instead of thinking about treating them, they thought about giving them injections and then selling them cheaply, cheating and harming people.

"Is there any hope?" Heath wasn't too worried. Pokémon fever wasn't an infectious disease. Although it was very deadly, the conditions for transmission were very strict. Similar to rabies, it required being bitten or scratched to be infected. Moreover, it only spread to Pokémon, and the germs died quickly in humans.

“I don’t know. If we had sent it to Joey, there might have been a chance, but she was given adrenaline, and I…” Officer Salle sighed, then hurriedly left with Nidoran. Heath followed, wanting to see the Nidoran. Although Heath had only met the little guy once and known him for about two hours, he was still somewhat concerned, perhaps because he was reminded of his own little guy from his previous life.

Miss Joy came out quickly, then carried Nidolan into the examination room, but soon after, she sighed and came out, shaking her head.

Heath paused for a moment, then stood up and glanced into the room. Nidoran lay there quietly, his eyes closed, his small body seemingly motionless.

“This little guy has been sick for at least five days, and has missed the best time for treatment.” Nurse Joy sighed, then took out a form and handed it to Officer Jenny. Officer Jenny silently took it and began to fill it out. Only then did Heath realize that Officer Jenny was a member of the Officer Jenny team, responsible for dealing with abandoned Pokémon.

Nidoran will be cremated, and its ashes will likely be disposed of in a special way. This is how abandoned Pokémon that die from illness are treated.

Heath felt a tightness in his chest. He had always thought that humans and Pokémon should live in harmony in the world of Pokémon, but he never expected that something like this would happen.

"Don't be too sad, it's not your fault. It's already quite good that you thought of calling us to handle it." Officer Salle patted Heath's shoulder, comforting him as his expression was clearly off. Heath nodded, but he still felt a bit upset.

Heath glanced back at the treatment room, where Miss Joy had already picked up little Nidoran and put him in a white bag.

Chapter 447 The Ghost Market of Dark Grey City

Heath silently returned to his food cart. He couldn't help but glance at the set of tables and chairs. Nidoran had been hiding in that spot before, but what he thought was an abandonment issue had turned into a life-or-death situation. This caught Heath completely off guard, and it all happened. Nidoran, who had been so fierce before, suddenly deteriorated after being hypnotized and died at the hands of Pokémon Slayer Pokémon Fever.

"But why did that guy dump Nidoran here? Did he think I might take Nidoran to the hospital?" Heath was a little confused. Generally speaking, there are two places where Pokémon are most often abandoned: one is natural areas like forests, and the other is Pokémon Centers. The Pokémon League actually has some measures or protective methods for these things.

However, after implementing the "Abandoned Pokémon Medical Rescue" program for a period of time, the League abandoned the program because the program led to more abandoned Pokémon appearing at the entrances of Pokémon Centers, overwhelming Nurse Joy and the League's finances. The League also had many other expenses, so the policy was canceled.

But this was the first time Heath had ever seen someone abandon Pokémon in a food truck.

"Trainer, you seem to be in a bad mood." Zoroark walked up to Hiss and looked at him with concern.

"It's alright." Heath scratched his head. There were no security cameras in his food truck, and there were a lot of people in the afternoon. Heath didn't know how to find Nidoran's trainer. If he could find him, Heath would definitely give him a good punch and let him know what an iron fist was.

Thinking of this, Hiss took out his Magic Conch, but after using it, Hiss didn't have the lucky trigger probability. He still didn't know who abandoned Nidoran. But Hiss also knew that even if he could find these people who abandoned Pokémon every day, Hiss couldn't do anything about them. The League's only way to deal with these people was to persuade them and condemn them on a moral level. But is abandoning Pokémon illegal? Of course not.

Just like how abandoning one's pet in a past life wasn't illegal, Pokémon are treated similarly in this world. All the League can do is try to ensure the safety of abandoned Pokémon and provide some basic release.

"I'm still upset." Heath sighed. He didn't plan to dwell on it anymore, but it was clear that this kind of thing couldn't be completely ignored so quickly. Heath knew that he wouldn't be in a good mood today, so after driving the food truck back, he decided to go out and talk to Sister Feng to ease his depressed mood.

Heath had already learned where Feng and the others lived from Officer Jenny, so she found Feng very quickly. However, Heath was stunned when she entered because Officer Jenny was typing intently, seemingly writing a report.

"Heath, Maple is writing a report right now, please sit here." Sister Ling came out, drying her wet hair, and then poured Heath a glass of lemonade with a smile. As for Officer Jenny, Heath didn't see her, but from the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Heath knew where Officer Jenny was.

Heath was a little embarrassed. If it were Maple, Heath wouldn't care at all, since Heath used to be in charge of hygiene and such. But with Officer Jenny, Heath was genuinely a little embarrassed.

So Heath made an excuse to slip away. However, because of this incident, Heath's mood calmed down a bit. He walked through Dark Grey City at night. The city was quite lively at night, but only in some commercial areas or barbecue places. The residential areas were very quiet.

"Hoo..." Heath took a deep breath. He had unconsciously walked to the Pokémon Center again, and then, as if possessed, went inside.

The Pokémon Center was still quite popular at night. Officer Jenny, who was on duty at the Pokémon Center, seriously observed each visitor and nodded to Heath when she saw him.

The Pokémon League maintains a high level of security at Pokémon Centers, as these places are indeed prone to problems. Although the Nurse Joy family has extensive connections and is beloved by Pokémon Trainers, there are always some people who harbor ill will towards Nurse Joy's Pokémon. It is said that many dark organizations have attempted to attack Pokémon Centers and steal Nurse Joy's Blissey and Chansey, which are used for healing.

The Alliance's investigators did indeed raid some similar bases, where they found some "Happy Eggs" who had been tortured horribly. These creatures had been captured by the Dark Organization to provide treatment for its own members, and the methods used were extremely cruel. The Joey family was angry for the first time, and then the Alliance followed suit. Subsequently, the Dark Organization was completely eradicated, all its executives were sent to Evergreen Island, and the leader of the Dark Organization was sentenced to death.

So the League later increased the security level of Pokémon Centers, but even so, some reckless idiots still tried to attack Pokémon Centers.

But that didn't happen today. Hiss quietly watched as anxious trainers walked in and entrusted their injured Pokémon to others. Some Pokémon with serious injuries were taken into the operating room. Anxious trainers walked around outside, and a young girl couldn't bear the pressure and covered her face, crying bitterly.

The Pokémon Center has witnessed countless tragedies, as well as countless joys and gratitude. Looking at these people, Heath's mood became much calmer, and his emotions gradually subsided. Although it is impossible to avoid people who abandon their Pokémon in this world, there are still many more people who treat their Pokémon as family.

Heath left the Pokémon Center, intending to check out the ghost market in Pewter City.

Dark Grey City also has a ghost market, but unlike the ghost market in Pallet Town, this ghost market is more mysterious. It is concentrated on a small road with dim streetlights, stall owners, and customers choosing goods. Looking at this bustling crowd, Heath felt a headache coming on.

"So many people?" Heath clicked his tongue; he was starting to lose interest in going in.

"Hurry up, hurry up! I heard there are mineral worms for sale today!" However, the words of a passerby interrupted Hiss's thought of turning away. Hiss sighed resignedly. He still had to keep an eye on the mineral worms. Although Hiss felt that he might not be able to afford them, he still had to take a look. Otherwise, if he left like this, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

Chapter 448 The So-Called Old Oil

Mineral Rock Worm—this was one of Hiss's achievement quests, and Hess also thought it might be a magical delicacy worth adding to his gourmet encyclopedia. However, Hess had never actually seen what this delicacy looked like. Now that he discovered he could finally see the Mineral Rock Worm, Hess excitedly rushed over. He planned to see what the Mineral Rock Worm looked like and also find out about its market price. Unfortunately, Hess had already used up his chance to use the ingredient identifier for the day; otherwise, Hess felt he could probably try using the ingredient identifier to examine the Mineral Rock Worm.

Following the crowd, Heath quickly found a stall with an enormous number of people. However, what bothered Heath the most was the sheer number of people. There were so many that it made Heath's scalp tingle and his head spin. Although he could see that there were many people at the stall, he couldn't see what goods were on it at all, let alone the mineral worms. Heath couldn't even see the worm hairs.

"There are just too many people..." Heath pursed his lips. He suddenly felt like he had returned to his past life. Back then, there were always a lot of people, especially when there were events or celebrities performing. The stall was packed with people. This stall gave Heath a similar feeling.

But when Hiss finally managed to squeeze through, he was surprised to find that the stall in front of him wasn't selling mineral worms at all. Instead, it was selling oil—all kinds of oil—at very cheap prices, which was why there were so many people there. Hiss frowned. Nothing was more frustrating than queuing for ages only to find out you were in the wrong place, at least for Hiss right now.

"Boss, is your oil so cheap?" An old man scooped up a spoonful of oil, brought it to his nose and smelled it, then asked with a strange look. Heath raised an eyebrow when he heard this. Heath, who was originally planning to leave, stopped. He wanted to see just how cheap the boss's oil was.

"Hey, of course! This is oil I worked hard to get. If I weren't in a hurry to go back to my hometown, I wouldn't be selling it so cheaply." The shopkeeper took a puff of his pipe and then said with a smile. At this moment, Heath also noticed the oil drums and labels on the stall. After taking a closer look, Heath was surprised to find that the price of these oils was indeed very cheap, even unbelievably cheap.

Compared to similar oils on the market, this vendor's oil is almost half the price, which is an astonishing figure. You know, businesses are supposed to make a profit; they basically won't do business at a loss. But this vendor's products are so cheap that it would be difficult for him not to lose money. However, judging from the vendor's appearance, Heath knew that he probably still made some profit.

Heath leaned closer, and before he could even scoop out the oil, a fragrant aroma wafted out, piqued his interest. Heath was quite familiar with oil, as it was a necessity for him, and he consumed a lot of it. But he had never smelled such fragrant rapeseed oil before. However, his expression immediately turned strange.

"Boss, this... I'm afraid it's not fresh oil, is it?" Heath scooped up a little oil, looked at it, and smelled it before asking with certainty. The boss couldn't help but glance at Heath after hearing his words.

"Of course, and I'm not afraid to tell you, but this oil is old oil, which is why it's so cheap." Upon hearing the owner's words, some of the onlookers were stunned, clearly unaware of what old oil was. However, the knowledgeable chefs couldn't help but frown.

The so-called "old oil" is, to use a more familiar term from the past, gutter oil.

The mere mention of "gutter oil" evokes feelings of anger and nausea in Chinese people. While people may have used gutter oil in the past to save costs, there's a different reason why people use it now.

After all, the current price of oil isn't that expensive. Even if you're lazy and use gutter oil, you won't save much money. It's better to find other ways to save money. Besides, the regulations in my previous life were relatively stricter, and the detection of gutter oil was of paramount importance. Being caught and fined would be enough to make the boss feel heartbroken.

Even so, some restaurants still use recycled oil for cooking, which is related to the special characteristics of recycled oil.

Oil is a very special substance. Generally speaking, oil that has been fried with spices will have a more fragrant aroma. In layman's terms, dishes cooked in used oil will taste better. It is said that this is because it can break down some proteins and other substances, resulting in this effect. Nowadays, some businesses use used oil to enhance the aroma of their home-cooked meals, which is considered relatively conscientious. Some unscrupulous businesses will still dredge oil from sewers, which is the so-called gutter oil. Although it is still oil, it tastes different.

Old oil is simply leftover oil from cooking in a restaurant that wasn't poured out in time. Its only drawback is that it can be used to cook other dishes. However, after filtering it, customers can't tell the difference, except that the color is different from fresh oil. The same principle applies to gutter oil. But the problem is that gutter oil comes from dirty places, which makes people feel disgusted just thinking about it.

When Heath heard that it was aged oil, he lost interest. For Heath, it was very easy for him to make some aged oil, after all, he had Dialga's pressure cooker, which could easily make aged oil that had been stored for a long time. However, when Heath left, he noticed that some people went up to buy the owner's aged oil, and the owner also smiled and poured the aged oil they needed for these customers.

Heath shook his head, not paying much attention. After all, he wasn't from the business department and couldn't stop people from buying oil from the shop owner. So Heath left calmly. He still needed to check on the mineral worms. However, because of the short delay on the road, by the time Heath found the shop owner who sold the mineral worms, they had already been sold. This made Heath feel a little regretful. However, the shop owner was particularly cunning and produced some photos. Heath spent one Alliance Coin to buy a photo, and only then did he see what the mineral worms actually looked like.

It looks like a centipede, but it's much bigger than a regular centipede. Its body width, not counting its antennae, is larger than an adult man's thumb. The densely packed legs are a bit creepy to look at.

Chapter 449 Reviving the Ancient Pokémon

Seventy-five thousand Alliance Coins—that's the price the Rock Worm sold for. Upon hearing this, Hiss clicked his tongue in disbelief. He felt truly poor; he couldn't bear to buy ingredients worth seventy-five thousand. If it weren't for his cheat-like achievement quest, Hiss wouldn't have even considered the Rock Worm. With so much money, Hiss could have done something else entirely, or even lived a carefree life for a long time.

Heath remembered an old classmate of his who was the "laid-back" type. After graduating from university, he found a job, worked for more than two years, and was fired by the company. He then started his "laid-back" life, bought a computer, and spent his days at home playing computer games and eating his own meals. He managed to live on his savings of more than 60,000 yuan for more than three years. Heath didn't know how the other person did it.

Later, when he really ran out of money, he left his home and found a job. As a result, he, who used to have a decent physique, completely turned into a shut-in. His big belly made Heath want to ask how many months pregnant he was.

"Seventy-five thousand." Heath stroked his chin. He had returned to his dining car and was lying on the bed thinking about how to complete this mission. This achievement mission was simple, but the price was a bit high. However, the high price was not a big problem. In Heath's opinion, the market for mineral worms was still easy to find. It shouldn't be too difficult to earn back the cost of seventy-five thousand.

"Seventy-five thousand? What seventy-five thousand?" Zoroark heard Heath's mutterings and rushed in, asking excitedly. Heath's lips twitched. This guy was really speechless. Heath wondered if Zoroark's hearing was selectively filtered.

“I said you have 75,000 hairs on your body.” Heath rolled his eyes, then turned off the light, leaving a bewildered Zoroark and Farfetch’d struggling to suppress his laughter.

That night, Heath had a strange dream, a dream that made his expression odd all night. When he woke up in the morning, his expression became even stranger. He never expected to have such a dream. It wasn't a nightmare, nor was it a pleasant dream. It was a dream with absolutely no logic. But thinking about it carefully, it seemed that dreaming didn't really need any logic.

“This dream is so strange.” Heath yawned as he got out of bed, then grabbed Zoroark by the neck and sat up in bed as well.

Heath's dream was very strange. He dreamed that he participated in some kind of food competition and met Mr. Giovanni. However, Mr. Giovanni was controlled by a strange insect. Now that he recalled it, it seemed to be the same rock bug he had seen yesterday. Then the two of them inexplicably started a Pokémon battle, which was very absurd.

"Farfetch'd..." Farfetch'd yawned, then wiped away its tears and followed Heath out of the bedroom. Charmeleon was still the same as always, exercising there. Heath was used to it. If Charmeleon stopped exercising one day, Heath would feel a little uncomfortable. But Snorlax looked a little strange.

There was a pink figure on Snorlax's belly. Heath glanced at it and realized it was Mew sleeping on Snorlax's big belly. This made Heath both laugh and cry. Mew really stuck to him. Heath felt that the time he spent with Mew these days would probably make countless people green with envy. After all, Mew was always elusive in the Kanto region and hard to find. However, Mew was always very popular in the Kanto region, which made it the most popular Pokémon in the Kanto region.

Heath skillfully woke up Snorlax, and then began the day's washing and grooming routine with his Pokémon. Today, Heath planned to go to the market to buy some groceries, and then find a good spot near the Pewter City Science Museum so he could start making money. Heath had learned from the students yesterday that school was closed today, and everyone could go to the Pewter City Science Museum to revive the legendary ancient Pokémon.

So Heath plans to buy more ingredients today.

When Heath returned to his food cart after collecting a large amount of ingredients, his kitchen area was almost overflowing. However, Heath had anticipated this. The revival of ancient Pokémon at the Pewter City Science Museum was big news, no less so than a science exhibition. Therefore, there would definitely be a large number of people coming to watch the revival of Pokémon at the Pewter City Science Museum, and Heath could take the opportunity to make some extra money.

Heath quickly arrived near the Dark Grey City Science Museum, but he was stunned when he got there. There were too many people. It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking, but there were already many people gathered here, and even more stalls. Heath couldn't find a good spot.

"Looks like I've become quite lazy lately." Heath looked at the people who had already arrived early to set up their stalls and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He should have expected that such a big event would attract a lot of competitors, but he still arrived late.

"Heath!" A familiar voice called out. Heath turned around and saw Mr. Giovanni. Today, Mr. Giovanni was accompanied by an exceptionally large Nidoking, which was a size larger than the usual Nidoking.

“Mr. Sakaki?” Heath looked at Sakaki in surprise, he thought Sakaki should be in the venue right now.

"You didn't find the spot, did you?" Mr. Sakaki looked at Heath with a smile. Heath scratched his head awkwardly; he really hadn't found it, after all, he had arrived too late.

"Don't worry, I've reserved a seat for you, near the exit of the venue. You can go over there." Mr. Sakaki pointed in a direction. Heath was a little surprised; he really hadn't expected Mr. Sakaki to have reserved a seat for him.

“That way I can easily find you to buy food when I come out, saving me from having to travel a long way.” Mr. Sakaki said warmly, and Heath did not refuse. After thanking him, he followed Mr. Sakaki to the place, which was indeed a prime location, near the exit of the Dark Grey City Science Museum.

Heath thanked Sakaki gratefully. If it weren't for Mr. Sakaki, Heath felt that he probably wouldn't have been able to get such a good location. This location was truly prime real estate. Didn't you see how envious the vendors behind were?

The exit area has a huge flow of people, and business is good there.

Chapter 450 Enlightened Parents

Compared to the visitors at the entrance who were all eager to go in and explore, the visitors at the exit had mostly finished their tours and were now planning to eat, which made business easier. Heath thought that selling drinks at the entrance would be a good option, since while eating was prohibited inside the Deep Grey City Science Museum, having a drink was still allowed.

However, Heath was very satisfied with the location of the exit. He took out his blackboard, wrote down the featured dishes for the day, and hung it outside the door. In order to win in the competition with the vendors next to him, Heath even called out Zoroark.

"No, I don't want to go out." Zoroark looked reluctant. The weather outside was a bit too good today, sunny and without a single cloud in the sky. Heath was a little suspicious. He remembered that the weather forecast had said that today might be cloudy turning to light rain, but he didn't expect it to be sunny.

Heath suspected that the trainers might have used some kind of Sunny Day move to dispel the overcast skies over Deep Grey City.

"I'll give you a raise. You're working as the mascot outside today, so I'll give you 500." Hiss knew his Pokémon's personality very well. For Zoroark, nothing was more motivating than money, since Zoroark needed money for playing games and reading novels.

"Deal!" Zoroark immediately slapped Heath's hand with his claws, then enthusiastically walked out to greet the guest. However, Heath stopped him. There were hardly any people at the exit, and the Dark Grey City Science Museum hadn't even opened yet. Was it really necessary to stand outside at this hour to breathe the morning air filled with dust and sediment?

"Let's go, let's go see the revival performance at the Pewter City Science Museum this time." Heath called out his Pokémon. Because Pewter City doesn't allow heavy Pokémon to appear, only Snorlax was huddled in its Poké Ball, while Farfetch'd and the others obediently followed Heath.

Stepping out of the food truck, Heath arrived at the entrance. By then, the area was already quite crowded, with many parents bringing their children to visit. Heath smiled even more broadly at these people; he needed them to make money quickly and recoup his investment.