Heath returned to his food truck in silence. He could not help glancing at the table and chairs where Nidoran♀ had been hiding earlier. What he had thought was a case of abandonment had ended up becoming a matter of life and death. It had all happened before Heath could prepare himself at all. Nidoran♀, who had been so fierce earlier, had rapidly deteriorated after Hypnosis and died at the hands of the Pokémon killer, Pokémon fever.
"But why did that guy leave Nidoran♀ here with me? Did they think I might take Nidoran♀ to the hospital?" Heath could not quite figure it out. Generally speaking, abandoned Pokémon were most often left in two places: natural areas such as forests, or Pokémon Centers. The Pokémon League actually had some measures of its own for dealing with such things, or rather, ways of offering protection.
But after implementing [Medical Aid for Abandoned Pokémon] for a while, the League had abandoned the legislation. Its introduction had led to even more abandoned Pokémon appearing at the doors of Pokémon Centers, overwhelming the Nurse Joys. The League's finances could not bear the burden either. There were many things the League needed to spend money on, so the policy had been canceled.
Still, this was the first time Heath had seen someone abandon a Pokémon in a food truck.
"Trainer, you seem to be in a really bad mood." Zoroark walked up to Heath and looked at him with concern.
"I'm all right." Heath scratched his head. His food truck had no surveillance cameras, and there had been a particularly large crowd that afternoon. He had no idea how to find Nidoran♀'s Trainer. If he could find them, he would definitely give them a hard punch and let them learn what an iron fist was.