Xiaojin was as popular as ever. Today, many people still came over wanting to feed it something, but Miss Saya politely declined them all. Sometimes, medication could not be taken together with greasy food, as eating it might affect the medicine's effectiveness.
Sometimes, strictly following medical advice was not just an empty phrase. If patients failed to follow their doctors' instructions, an illness that had improved considerably could relapse, or their condition could even grow worse.
Once, when Heath visited an elder in the hospital, an elderly man had occupied the neighboring bed. The doctors and nurses had repeatedly warned him not to get out of bed under any circumstances. Even relieving himself was best done in bed, and the hospital had special equipment for it. But that night, the elderly man felt too embarrassed to use the bathroom in bed, so he secretly got up and went to the toilet. He ended up dying right there.
His family members cried until their eyes were red, while the doctors and nurses could only come over and remind the other patients to follow medical advice and not feel embarrassed. Otherwise, they really might pay for saving face with their lives.
"Miss Saya, here are the porridge and barbecue you ordered." Heath brought the prepared barbecue and porridge over to Saya, then wiped his hands and glanced at Xiaojin beside her. It was lying on the ground with its tongue hanging out, looking adorably dopey.
Although most Pokémon of the same kind looked much alike, there were actually some subtle differences, though those differences were often difficult to distinguish. Xiaojin was rather special: it had a teardrop-like marking on its face that made it very distinctive.
Heath thought that might also be why Xiaojin was so popular.
"All right, thank you~ But