A water-type trainer who specializes in dragon-type water.

Whether it's a second-level god with a priesthood or a first-level god standing at the top, in the Pokémon world, their power is almost like representing the will of the world.

What kind of terrifying opponent would Duan Guanjun, a trainer who could drive legendary beasts like this, face? Various possibilities emerged involuntarily in his mind.

"Is it Articuno? Or Ancient Sword Leopard? Could it be the strongest dragon of the first-level god? If we want to know more, we can only wait for Duan Guanjun to wake up."

Watching the old man methodically debugging the equipment and checking the infusion pump, Zhang Heng was unable to help and stared at the flashing numbers on the instrument and the old man's focused expression.

Time seemed to freeze, and every second passed by incomparably long. Finally, the old man straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief. "The situation has stabilized for now, but when he can wake up depends on his own willpower."

"Grandpa, how bad is Duan Guanjun's condition?" Zhang Heng asked anxiously, staring at the pale Duan Guanjun lying on the hospital bed. He couldn't see any signs of improvement from him.

The old man's expression was solemn, his brows twisted into a knot. He sighed, his voice filled with fatigue and helplessness. "The situation is not optimistic. The impact of the divine beast's power on his brain was too severe. Now all his body functions are continuing to decline."

Zhang Heng's heart instantly rose to his throat. He unconsciously clenched his hands, a little nervous, and said, "Grandpa, is there any other way?"

The old man was silent for a moment, his eyes moved away from Duan Guanjun and looked at Zhang Heng. A complex look flashed in his eyes, with both worry and a hint of hope.

"Theoretically, a cure is possible, but... it would take a considerable amount of time. His body needs to slowly repair the damaged functions, especially the nerve tissue in his brain, which recovers extremely slowly."

"Ding ding ding~"

Just when Zhang Heng felt a little relieved, the alarm bell beside the bed rang. The urgent sound instantly broke the slightly relaxed atmosphere in the ward.

Hearing the sound, the old man glanced up at the instrument, his expression concerned and with a bit of professional calmness, he said: "Ah Heng, it's time for treatment, you should come and learn too."

"Okay, Grandpa."

The old man looked calm as he slowly took out two Poké Balls from his arms.

There was a soft "bang" sound, and in an instant, two white lights bloomed. After the light dissipated, a male love butler appeared elegantly, his posture upright. He was one of the butlers of the family.

The other one is Feng Lingling, which looks cute with bright red patterns on its face. The yellow protrusion on the top of its head is particularly eye-catching, and the end of its drooping tail is also bright red.

"Love steward, healing wave."

"Wind chimes, healing chimes."

As the command came down, a soft light pink light appeared around Ai Guanshi's body. The light was like a lively water wave, gently rippling towards Duan Guanjun.

At the same time, the wind chime began to tremble slightly, and strings of notes like silver bells floated out from its body. The notes turned into tiny stars of light, intertwined with the healing waves, and gently enveloped Duan Guanjun.

The old man closely monitored the progress of the treatment while patiently explaining to Zhang Heng, "Duan Guanjun doesn't have any open wounds. Although his body functions are currently declining, it's not life-threatening."

"So the key to the current treatment is to calm his chaotic brain waves and stabilize them, and the healing bell has exactly this effect. The healing waves are designed to relax his body functions so that he can better receive the effects of the healing bell."

Zhang Heng listened very attentively, carefully observing every detail of the treatment while sorting out his grandfather's explanation in his mind, nodding thoughtfully from time to time.

Healing Bell, a Psychic-type transformation skill, can cure abnormal status of all Pokémon on your side in Pokémon battles.

In reality, although it cannot restore blood volume or heal external injuries, it can bring peace of mind to the patients who hear it, and it has a great auxiliary effect on treatment.

At first, Duan Guanjun's frown slowly relaxed, and the expression on his face gradually relaxed, as if he was being gently soothed by the power of healing.

Just when everyone thought the treatment was going smoothly, something unexpected happened. Duan Guanjun's body began to tremble slightly without warning, the tremors growing stronger and stronger. His brows were once again tightly knitted into a knot, his face filled with pain.

Seeing this, Mr. Zhang's expression instantly became anxious and he ordered: "Stop the treatment!"

Upon hearing the order, Ai Guanshi and Feng Lingling moved very quickly and immediately stopped using their skills.

For a moment, the ward was so quiet that it was a bit depressing. Duan Guanjun's gradual improvement disappeared in an instant, and everything seemed to have returned to the time before treatment, without any change.

"Alas, this situation occurs every time I have treatment." The old man looked helpless and sighed heavily, his voice full of fatigue and worry.

"I specifically set an alarm and implemented a timed and fixed treatment method, hoping to gradually eliminate the remaining divine beast power in him. But I didn't expect that the treatment time would be shortened..."

Zhang Heng finally understood that his grandfather had set the alarm in order to slowly dissipate the terrifying power of the beast in Duan Guanjun through repeated, small-scale treatments. However, it now seemed that this plan was no longer feasible.

Zhang Heng keenly sensed a surge of furious energy surging through Duan Guanjun's body. This energy was filled with savagery and violence, and it felt strangely familiar to him.

"Is that... dragon energy?!" Zhang Heng couldn't help but blurt out, his eyes full of shock.

Upon hearing this, the old man looked at Zhang Heng and asked, "Xiao Heng? Do you have a solution?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head, his tone uncertain: "I'll try my best, but if this energy dissipates..."

The old man reassured Zhang Heng and said, "Dragon energy, right? As long as you can mobilize it, I have a way."

"Ai Guanshi, misty venue." The old man's steady and powerful voice suddenly sounded.

In an instant, the fairy energy around Ai Guanshi burst out violently, and in this private independent ward, pink mist curled up and floated. In the blink of an eye, the whole room was transformed into a misty field.

Zhang Heng was stunned at first, but he reacted very quickly and understood his grandfather's intention in an instant.

If the energy raging in Duan Guanjun's body is indeed dragon energy, the effect of the mist field can reduce the power of dragon skills by 50%. Using the mist field at this critical moment is undoubtedly an extremely wise strategy.

In front of his grandfather, Zhang Heng didn't need to worry about the secret of his ability being leaked, so he secretly mobilized the dragon-controlling power that the system had recently rewarded him.

His hand gently touched Duan Guanjun's arm, his expression focused, and he slowly tried to communicate with the mysterious dragon-type power in Duan Guanjun's body.

Duan Guanjun's brows were tightly furrowed, even more severely than before, his face was bloodless and looked even paler.

Zhang Heng closed his eyes tightly, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and dripping onto the ground along his cheeks.

Although the process looks difficult, surprisingly, with the help of the power of the dragon, everything goes very smoothly.

Zhang Heng could clearly feel that after the powerful force sensed his "entry", it seemed as if it had found an outlet and slowly surged towards him.

Just as Zhang Heng was concentrating on guiding this energy, a pair of yellow eyes covered tightly by ice crystals suddenly appeared in his mind without any warning.

Those eyes exuded a bone-chilling coldness as they stared at him intently.

Then, a murderous voice exploded in his mind: "Ideal person?! Die!"

Zhang Heng was frightened by this sudden change and subconsciously pulled his hand away.

However, this action triggered a chain reaction. The energy that was originally flowing gently suddenly got out of control and rushed out of Duan Guanjun's body like a wild horse.

It rushed straight towards Zhang Heng, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn into invisible ripples.