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As expected, wild Beedrill honey was indeed highly valuable, with one liter selling for a staggering 5,000 PokéDollars/Alliance Dollars (sa thing). A middle-aged Trainer, who was also shopping for Pokémon supplies in the store, even approached Sato directly, offering 6,000 PokéDollars per liter.
When it ca to money, Sato naturally welcod more. So, going with the highest bidder, he ended up selling around 10 liters of wild Beedrill honey to the middle-aged Trainer, earning himself 60,000 PokéDollars.
It's worth ntioning that in addition to confirming the identity of its holder, a League ID also functions as a bank account. The 60,000 PokéDollars were transferred directly to Sato's account—carrying that much cash would have been impractical.
Sato's bank account had previously been empty, but now it contained a balance of 60,000 PokéDollars.
With money in hand, Sato imdiately spent 10,000 PokéDollars in the Pokémon item shop on a mid-level storage backpack and another 20,000 on 25 bottles of mid-level spray-type healing potions. He also spent 10,000 PokéDollars to buy enough Pokémon food to last Nidoran, Gloom, and Growlithe for a week.
After completing his purchases, Sato quickly left the Pokémon item shop and headed to a nearby clothing store, where he spent 3,000 PokéDollars on six sets of clothing. These were the latest trendy Trainer uniforms, similar to the kind that trainers often wore in the ani.
The shop owner was also quite considerate. Despite Sato's disheveled appearance, after recognizing that he was a paying custor, they even let him take a hot shower in the store before changing into his newly bought, clean clothes.
When Sato erged from the clothing store, he looked like a completely different person—transforming from a scruffy wild man to a handso, tough young Trainer.
Following the signs, Sato then made his way to his lodging for the night: the Viridian City Pokémon Center.
The Viridian City Pokémon Center, located in the city's center, was an expansive facility dedicated to healing Pokémon. It was about the size of half a football field and stood five or six stories tall.
Dressed in his new Trainer uniform, Sato passed by the security guards at the entrance without raising any suspicion. After showing his League ID, he easily entered the Pokémon Center.
To be honest, since arriving in the Pokémon world, this was Sato's first ti entering a Pokémon Center. Due to his previous status as an unregistered citizen, he hadn't had the chance to visit a League-controlled facility like this.
Unlike how Pokémon Centers were depicted in the ani, this one was not only staffed by the familiar Nurse Joy but also many other dical personnel. Because nurous Trainers were currently having their Pokémon treated, the staff were all quite busy.
In a place dedicated to saving lives, order was, of course, very important. Unless it was an ergency, anyone wanting treatnt for their Pokémon had to wait their turn, just like in a regular hospital.
Sato's reason for visiting the Pokémon Center was mainly to stay the night and to have his Pokémon treated. While Pokémon generally had strong regenerative abilities, intense battles could leave hidden injuries behind.
Though these hidden injuries might not be a big deal at first, if left untreated and allowed to accumulate, they could beco life-threatening. In the best case, such injuries could leave a permanent mark, hindering a Pokémon's potential. In the worst case, they could be fatal.
Thus, it was necessary to regularly give Pokémon a comprehensive dical check-up to eliminate hidden injuries, and the Pokémon Centers, which boasted the most advanced dical technology in the world, were the perfect place to et all a Trainer's needs.
It's no exaggeration to say that a Trainer's success is not only due to their personal and Pokémon's efforts, but also the dical team supporting them behind the scenes.
Sato made himself as inconspicuous as possible. After receiving his queue number, he quietly sat in a secluded corner of the waiting hall, patiently waiting his turn.
Worth ntioning, after acquiring the spatial backpack, Sato transferred all the items from his Rocket Team-issued watch into it. He also switched the Team Rocket issued Great Balls of his four Pokémon into the personally crafted ones he had received.
While waiting, Sato used the simple diagrams on the walls of the waiting hall to get a general understanding of the structure of the Viridian City Pokémon Center.
The center was divided into five floors, each with distinct functions. The first floor was for minor injury treatnts, the second for serious injuries, the third was the ward area, the fourth housed temporary accommodations, and the fifth was reserved for League use.
Apart from these main sections, there were various functional areas spread across the first four floors, such as the League shop on the first floor, the League mission area on the second, a public dining hall on the third, and an outdoor training ground, among others.
With the assistance of Chansey, Pokémon specially trained by the Joy's as dical aides, the efficiency of treatnts in Pokémon Centers was impressively high. After waiting for about 13 minutes, the broadcast in the waiting hall called Sato's number.
Following the broadcast instructions, Sato approached the dical counter, where a Nurse Joy greeted him with a professional smile and inquired about the type of dical service he required.
"Here's my League ID. Please give my Pokémon a full-body treatnt, and I'd also like to stay overnight at the Pokémon Center," Sato said, handing over his League ID and placing four Poké Balls on the counter with a slight smile.
"Understood. A full-body treatnt for four Pokémon will be 8,000 PokéDollars, and the accommodation fee is 500 PokéDollars. Would you like to pay with cash or deduct it from your bank account?" Nurse Joy asked, confirming Sato's identity as a registered Trainer after inserting his League ID into the verification machine.
"Just deduct it from my bank account, and please take good care of them," Sato replied.
"Of course! We'll provide the best possible treatnt for your Pokémon. Here is your claim ticket and room key. Please keep them safe. The treatnt will take so ti, so kindly wait in the lounge," Nurse Joy said, handing back his League ID along with a white claim ticket after pressing the transfer button on her desk.
Money spent as easily as flowing water—after selling the wild Beedrill honey and going on a shopping spree, Sato now had only 8,500 PokéDollars left in his bank account.
"This treatnt is really expensive. Being a Trainer truly is a costly profession. Thinking about it now, the benefits Team Rocket offers its official mbers are pretty good. No wonder so many poor civilian Trainers choose to join—it's practically forced on them," Sato thought to himself, feeling a slight sting in his wallet as he returned to the waiting hall.
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