After every failure, Fu Hua felt that her chances of hitting the jackpot next time had grown.
Fu Hua: Drawing in games was ultimately a matter of fixed probabilities. According to probability theory, once the sample size was large enough, the probability would approach its expected value. In other words, after failing so many times earlier, the chances of getting something good later would increase, thereby maintaining the game's designated draw rate.
And so, Fu Hua continued sinking ships, endlessly stockpiling luck without ever seeing it pay off. JPG!
This was probably the final stubbornness of Fu Hua, the Non-chief God of War.
Precisely because she did not have a single crystal left, and because she had beaten her Froakie until it could barely take care of itself, Fu Hua could only bring it to the doctor and see whether it could be saved. If not, she would have no choice but to swallow her pride and ask Cecilia for help.
"Doctor, this is my Pokémon, Froakie—"
Fu Hua released her Froakie from its Poké Ball. It landed in front of Mo Yi, and she asked anxiously, "Can you heal its injuries?"
Mo Yi: "??!"
Black Silk Fu, this was going too far!
I'm a doctor, not a veterinarian. Even veterinarians might not know how to treat Pokémon.
Well, Mo Yi just happened to be the only ordinary doctor in this world who could treat Pokémon.
Naturally, Mo Yi recognized Froakie. It was the Pokémon that could evolve into the eternally godlike Greninja, the true ace of that idiot Ash. Of course, because of corporate demands, it still lost to Mega Charizard. But that Golden Healing Shuriken from back then remained vivid in Mo Yi's memory. (In the original ending, that idiot Ash's Greninja defeated Mega Charizard, but it was