Chapter 39: The God of Reimbursements!
Chapter 39: The God of Reimbursements!
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"Keh?"
Jing He was busy writing something, his phone in hand as he watched a battle video. A Gastly floated over, its head poking out, a bottle of "Stomach Aid" in its mouth.
What’s he up to?
Why has he been writing non-stop since he got back?
Without looking up, Jing He replied, "Patient records."
"The records for Camerupt."
Perhaps worried that Gastly wouldn’t understand, he added, "It’s for the Pokemon that were injured."
Gastly still looked a bit confused.
Why write patient records?
Then it saw Jing He finish the last word of the record and place it with a few other forms.
"Keh?"
What are these?
Gastly smacked its lips. The "Stomach Aid" that Nurse Joy had given it really did taste good—sour and sweet, quite refreshing. It had already unconsciously drunk half a dozen bottles.
"Reimbursement forms."
Since he was done, Jing He didn’t mind showing Gastly his "work."
This was Genji's idea.
Treating Pokemon that were both physically and mentally traumatized was considered "working for the League," so the forms had to be filled out to apply for reimbursement.
"Keh."
Gastly glanced at the forms, its mist forming into a finger and pointing to "Clothing Damage."
Does this need to be reported too?
It remembered that Jing He’s clothes had indeed been damaged when they entered Chimney Mountain and passed through the cracks.
"Only reporting the truth," Jing He said calmly.
"Keh?"
But why "×3"?
"For Daimu’s and Yasu’s clothes. I’m helping them with the forms too."
"Awo—"
Gastly nodded, understanding. Daimu’s clothes were indeed quite expensive.
"Keh?"
What about this?
It pointed to "Sedative Energy Blocks for Seviper ×10 boxes, Moo Milk ×5 crates."
Leaving aside how they carried so much, Jing He seemed to have only used a bottle of Moo Milk and a handful of energy blocks. Was it really ten blocks?
A box of energy blocks has a hundred, right?
Jing He's tone remained as calm as ever.
"If you tell others that you calmed a legendary Pokemon with just a bottle of Moo Milk and ten energy blocks, do you think they’ll believe you? What if they try to imitate it? It’s dangerous!"
"Besides, do you think the reimbursement for these energy blocks and Moo Milk is for who?"
"Keh, keh?!"
Gastly’s voice rose a few octaves.
They’re all mine?!
"Of course, some are for the injured Pokemon," Jing He added.
He wasn’t about to embezzle the Pokemon’s food, so he had to ask for a bit more.
Swallow.
Gastly swallowed hard.
Its mist moved down to "Catching Camerupt: Luxury Balls ×10."
Even though Gastly was mentally prepared, seeing "Luxury Balls ×10" still made its heart skip a beat.
"A ‘One-Ball Wonder’ is rare. Besides, Camerupt was so enraged at the time. Catching it with ten balls is quite reasonable, right?"
Jing He shrugged, explaining.
His "reimbursement application" was based on "actual" circumstances.
Reasonableness was key.
As for why the ordinary red and white ball that caught Camerupt was now "luxury balls,"
Jing He had originally wanted to write "premium balls," but considering the League’s situation, he decided against it.
As the heir to Devon Corporation, it was reasonable for Daimu to have a few luxury balls, right?
He just had bad luck and was caught by Jing He with an ordinary red and white ball.
Pure luck.
Gastly was still puzzled but deeply impressed.
Besides these, Jing He filled out many other forms.
For example, he used quite a few "Oran Berries" to cure the "Burn" status, and both his and Daimu’s Pokemon were injured in the battle with Camerupt, using many "Potions."
Additionally, he needed some medications to assist in the physical treatment and calming of Camerupt.
Look, it’s as reasonable as it gets.
“Ch, Ch, Ch!”
Is this really okay?
Even the usually lawless Gastly couldn’t help but ask this question.
Is it really okay?
“Of course there’s a problem.”
Jing He neatly stacked a few papers and fetched a file bag.
As long as the person reviewing the "reimbursement form" isn’t an idiot, they’ll definitely spot the issue with this form.
Eh, eh?!
Gastly blinked its eyes.
Are you still going to submit it?
Jing He smiled slightly.
“If it were reviewed by the League’s staff, it definitely wouldn’t pass. But our reviewer is the Champion of Hoenn, Sousei. That’s a different story.”
Aside from a select few, who in the Hoenn League has a higher status than Champion Sousei?
Once Sousei signs off on the "reimbursement form," no one will dare to question it.
Otherwise,
Why would Jing He agree so readily without negotiating with Champion Sousei?
On one hand, Sousei did offer quite a bit.
On the other hand, it was a tacit agreement between them.
In his younger days, Sousei was just an ordinary sailor, dreaming of conquering the seas with his partner, Hachi.
But after nearly dying in a shipwreck, he was saved by a Dragonite and fell in love with Pokemon, especially Dragon-type Pokemon.
He became a Trainer.
Because of this, Sousei has always had a kind heart toward Pokemon.
When he saw Jing He calm the agitated Camerupt, it truly moved him.
This was the real reason he decided to invite Jing He’s help.
After all, although Jing He is a relatively rare Pokemon psychologist, the League certainly has professionals like him.
However, none of them could truly and appropriately soothe a rampaging Pokemon like Jing He.
Moreover, the main purpose of these "reimbursement forms" was actually for the Pokemon, whether it was Gastly or the injured Pokemon.
This was the tacit understanding between Jing He and Sousei.
Of course, the most important point was that Sousei had hinted at it, as the injured Pokemon needed food and supplies.
Gastly, of course, didn’t know this.
But it trusted Jing He completely.
If Jing He said it was okay, then it must be okay.
And so,
Gastly suddenly understood.
I get it!
The next second,
“Ch!”
Crack!!
It let out a loud cry, and the sound of something breaking followed.
Jing He, who was organizing the documents, froze, looking at Gastly in disbelief.
There,
The phone that Gastly had been holding like a treasure was now smashed into pieces on the ground!
“I!”
Veins pulsed on Jing He’s forehead.
“Ch, Ch, Ch!”
But Gastly looked completely unbothered. It had been annoyed by this old, slow, and frequently freezing phone for a long time.
Using "Hypnosis" during the day had been exhausting, and it hadn’t held it properly.
Jing He’s forehead twitched, and he gritted out, “Did you even think about whether you could fill out the form without breaking the phone?”
“Ch, Ch?!”
Gastly: Σ()
“Did you even think about how long it takes for reimbursement to come through, and what you’ll use in the meantime?”
Gastly: Σ(дlll)
“Huff—”
Jing He slowly exhaled, shook his head, and took out the already prepared "reimbursement form" again.
He wrote, “Broke phone”
Seeing the words, Gastly also sighed in relief.
But when Jing He, without any expression, wrote “Phone × 2,” Gastly was stunned again.
Too shallow.
It had understood too shallowly.
“Ch, Ch!”
Gastly’s dark mist transformed into a hand, giving Jing He a thumbs up.
Reimbursement is indeed an art.
I shall call you the Ancient God of Reimbursement!
(End of Chapter)
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