Before Xia You could speak, Lühé spoke first.
"Do you even need to ask? Of course we need to give them emergency treatment!"
He returned to the wrecked camp, took a large supply of medicine from a toppled crate, and hurried toward the Gyarados.
"These Gyarados are all seriously injured, especially Xia You's. Its life is hanging by a thread! They need treatment right away. Hey, you, that Watcher kid over there! Don't just stand there. Get over here and help!"
Tracey froze for a moment before realizing that Lühé was calling him. With an "Ah!" he hurried to his side.
None of them had expected Lühé to know how to treat external injuries, but it made sense. Whether observing Pokémon or caring for them, after so many years of traveling, he was bound to have picked up some relevant knowledge.
Xia You glanced at his Gyarados, who happened to lower its head and turn its gaze toward him.
"Thanks for all your hard work."
Gyarados slowly swam toward Xia You. It was covered in wounds, some so deep that bone was visible, exposing the flesh within. It was easy to imagine that even after it recovered, countless indelible scars would remain on its body.
But scars often symbolized honor, and as the years passed, they would continue to show the world that this was an exceptionally fierce Pokémon!
With Tracey's help, Lühé cleaned Gyarados's wounds, treated them with Potions, and carefully bandaged them. Every step looked thoroughly professional.
While they were treating the injuries, Xia You did not remain idle either. Together with Ash, Misty, and the other Pokémon, he searched the surrounding area for the luggage that had been blown away.
The luggage had been scattered everywhere, so finding all of it was naturally a time-consuming and laborious