I don't want to be a doctor either.

When the torrent of super power energy hit, although most of it was blocked by Charmander's shield, a small part still washed through Jingyu's body.

At that moment, Jing Yu felt a clear crisp sound in his mind, as if something was broken, and then his brain felt a sharp pain, and his consciousness gradually dissipated...

When Jingyu regained consciousness, he found himself in a dark world.

And in this strange world, there is a long river that never stops flowing.

Jing Yu floated above the river in confusion. He subconsciously reached his hand into the river. The next moment, a strange yet familiar memory flooded into his mind.

What is familiar is that the protagonist in this memory is exactly himself, but what is unfamiliar is that he has never experienced these things.

Jingyu understood that these rivers seemed to be parallel to Jingyu's memories.

Jingyu was thoughtful, so he began to go upstream along the river of memory. He wanted to take this opportunity to carefully understand the past of the parallel Jingyu.

So every time he moved forward a little, he scooped up some river water to take a look. Gradually, he discovered that in this river, every wave was a memory that was parallel to Jingyu's most volatile inner memory.

So Jingyu began to look for those waves. He kept moving forward until he encountered a huge wave.

Calculating the distance, that should be Jingyu's memory when he was in his teens. Jingyu slowly approached the wave, and after a long time, he saw a scene.

Young Jingyu was in the library, sobbing as he flipped through a book on elven medicine. Big tears kept dripping onto the book. He kept flipping through the pages, mumbling:

"No, still no, nothing..."

Jingyu didn't know why he was so sad, so he continued to swim upstream, and soon he saw the biggest waves he had ever seen, huge waves like a river turning upside down.

Jingyu approached again - he saw the young Jingyu holding a small box, still sobbing.

Jingyu gradually walked to the side of little Jingyu, and then he was able to see clearly what was in the box. It was a severely burned elf that looked like a bird. It was the elf of Parallel Jingyu, the bird elf with flying and general attributes - Bobo.

"So that's what it is..."

Jingyu looked at the dying Bobo, only to find that its silhouette gradually overlapped with a burned gray bird...

Jingyu and little Jingyu looked at the life in the small box. It curled up in the small box and breathed heavily, but the frequency of its breathing was getting slower and slower.

It tried hard to keep its eyes open, showing its deep attachment to this world and its reluctance to leave the parallel Jingyu, but that eye gradually lost its luster.

It exhaled its last breath, and its eyes completely lost focus...

"Woooo..."

Little Jingyu held the little bird in his hand, and his crying gradually became heartbreaking...

The space of this memory also became unstable. Jingyu guessed that this was his body's instinctive resistance to this painful memory. Jingyu had no choice but to leave this memory and move forward...

During this time he went through many memories and heard many voices.

"It's very difficult to save a person with this level of burns, and the cost of treatment will be as high as 20 yuan. Can you afford that much money?"

A man's voice.

"Xiao Yu, I'm sorry, our family is really out of money..."

Jingyu heard his mother's choking sobs, mixed with little Jingyu's painful cries.

"If you don't have money, take it back. Don't scream and wail here. I'm busy."

…………

"It was a little boy, about your age, I don't know whose family he belonged to, he was burned with fire, and he ran away when he saw me..."

The voice of an old lady.

“Why would they do that!”

Xiao Jingyu's hoarse voice.

"Why? I just thought of it and did it..."

Jingyu sighed. It was many years later that he finally understood this truth. There was no reason. Some people were just like that by nature, even if they were still children...

They can destroy what others cherish for no reason. Often it is not that good people have turned bad, but that bad people have grown up...

Jingyu knew that little Jingyu couldn't hear him, but he still talked to himself helplessly.

…………

"I will be a great trainer, and you will be the most powerful Pokémon. We will fight the bad guys together and make lots of money. I will give half to my parents and use the rest to buy delicious food for you!"

Little Jingyu's lively voice.

"wave~wave~"

The sound of birds chirping happily.

…………

"Dad, Mom, please buy me one, okay? I will definitely become a great trainer..."

…………

"How much money do we have left at home?"

The voice of father Jing Zhiting and the tiny sound of breathing.

“There are less than 10 left.”

The voice of mother Wang Shoulan.

"Take out 5 and buy Xiaoyu a spirit... Who's there?"

My father's voice suddenly stopped, and then the sound of hurried running and rapid heartbeats came from near and far away.

The river of memory in front of him gradually became calm again. Jingyu stopped in the illusory space. He thought for a while and walked downstream again.

Soon, he came to the end of the river and heard some sounds.

"Teacher, do you know that there is a medicine in this world that can bring elves back to life?"

"Legend has it that the Wind King's holy ash can revive the elves, but the Wind King has not descended into this world..."

"In that case, teacher, I want to go back to Water City after graduation..."

"Are you crazy? With your talent and the fact that you are my disciple, you will soon have many research results. By then, you can become famous in China!"

"Teacher, I'm actually not interested in medical research... I just want to do my best to heal every injured elf..."

"Bastard thing..."

After a long time, Jingyu experienced the more turbulent river and waves, and then he fell into a long silence.

After a long time, Jingyu suddenly said to himself:

"So, you also cheated your parents out of a large sum of money. We are really a bit... unfilial..."

Jingyu was a little depressed. Little Jingyu and Jingyu had almost drained all of their family's savings to buy elves. What made him even more depressed was that he and Little Jingyu had cheated the parents of this world out of their money...

So he joked:

"But you are not as good as me in this respect. In my previous life, I did not bring such great financial pressure to my family... I was wondering why our family did not buy the house near Shuicheng Middle School..."

After mumbling a few words in his mind out of boredom, Jingyu's eyes gradually became serious:

"Even if it's a young elf, its power is beyond the reach of an ordinary child. So how did the little boy who killed Bobo do it?"

Jing Yu racked his brains for a long time, and suddenly thought of a possibility. He suddenly realized and said to himself:

"There is only one possibility, Bobo is not prepared for that little boy!"

"It was done by someone I know!"

Jingyu felt that this possibility was very high.

"Bobo died eleven or twelve years ago, and that person also moved away eleven or twelve years ago!"

Jingyu's face gradually turned cold.

"Could it be you who did this?"

Jingyu's teeth made a clacking sound.