Pokémon Potions were fast-acting medicines with powerful pain-relieving effects. They usually took effect within a few minutes of use.
There was no telling when Eevee had injured its leg, but the wound was already somewhat inflamed.
The Potion could not bring back the dead or regrow flesh on bare bones, but it was enough for Eevee to feel a difference.
Just as Squirtle had said, first force them to submit, then give Eevee the medicine. Once it took effect,
Eevee would naturally know what was good for it.
"Vee~"
Once Eevee discovered that it could move its injured leg, its innocent nature began to show, and it was no longer as wary as before.
Xin Mu did not bandage Eevee's wound any further. In theory, it would not make much difference; a few more sprays of Potion would do.
For now, Eevee had only relaxed its guard, not dropped it entirely. If he rashly reached out and got bitten, he would have to go to the Pokémon Center for a shot afterward.
"Squirtle, squirtle. (See? It's not that complicated. Tell the other Eevee to come out. No more hiding.)"
"Vee?"
The Eevee exchanged looks, then let out questioning cries, seemingly unable to understand what Squirtle meant.
"Squirtle... (If there are only three Eevee... then what's in the grass over there?)"
Squirtle had thought a whole pack of Eevee was hiding in the grass, which was why he had called Meownei out for backup straight away.
Twenty-odd Eevee might not be able to do much to him, but getting hit by a barrage of attacks would still hurt.
Now the Eevee were saying there was nothing over there. It was like he had seen a ghost.
"Squirtle, squirtle. (You try sensing it too. Am I imagining things?)"
Squirtle poked Meownei's leg,