"Miss Saya, even if it's raining at night, you still need to be careful walking in the dark." Heath sat in his food truck, unsure whether to laugh or cry, then took out his first-aid kit and dabbed some iodine on Miss Saya.
"Ow, ow, ow." Miss Saya sucked in a breath. Who knew how fast she had been going just now? There was already a large bump plainly visible on her head, leaving Heath unsure whether to laugh or cry. Honestly, Miss Saya didn't look all that young, yet she had still managed to do this to herself.
Fortunately, Heath kept a first-aid kit like this in his food truck. After all, League regulations required people working in food service and other public-facing industries to keep a first-aid kit and master the relevant first-aid knowledge, or they wouldn't be allowed to open for business.
"I don't know either... I just saw that you had an awning here and wanted to hurry over, but I ran straight into it." Miss Saya's eyes brimmed with tears. She had knocked a large swollen bump onto her head, and the most troublesome part was that the skin had broken too. Fortunately, the cut wasn't deep, and Heath was using the latest stainless steel frame, so there was no rust. Otherwise, Miss Saya would have needed a tetanus shot.
Tetanus existed in the Pokémon world too, which wasn't particularly strange. However, Heath had heard that some very shrewd Trainers had once set their sights on such things. Those Steel-type Pokémon Trainers would deliberately have their Pokémon make spikes and the like, all covered in rust, ultimately achieving the effect of physical attacks with added magic damage.
During that period, many Pokémon Trainers went to Pokémon Centers for tetanus shots after their battles, and at