The streets of Driftveil City are peaceful and sparsely populated. A kid in a baseball cap dashes around quickly; a cop patrols at a measured rate. A golden ring full of glowing purple energy—a dimensional portal—appears briefly.
"My first name alone wasn't taken so it's Kyeo." Can he remember how to pronounce all the letters. "K-Y-E-O."
"Nice! It was lovely to meet you, the doctor will call with the results," she says, and walks out the door.
He's probably going to need to get money somehow but if a hospital has money they got it by taking it from sick people.
"Any info you want from me to help you choose whether to let them keep your samples? If you'd rather just look things up on the Internet you can have Kellim enter queries through the psychic interface, and translate the results for you."
"- I don't have particular reservations about anyone who'd find the samples useful having them, but only about money, because I'm not accustomed and shouldn't like to leave a hospital unable to help patients because they decided to buy something from me instead."
"You wouldn't be taking away from patients! The hospital is affiliated with the university; they have money set aside for research to develop new treatments.
One part of that research is doing case studies on interesting people and Pokemon—time travelers, portal victims, isolated jungle tribesmen. They hope to find things like novel bloodborne pathogens, traces of drugs in the bloodstream that our labs could replicate, genes that grant unusual abilities, like how people from some parts of the world can digest milk better than others..."
His voice and mannerisms come to resemble his sister's a little bit. It's possible he's repeating a speech he's heard before.
He resumes his usual tone and affect.
"...you know, stuff like that. And, uh, I've never tried to put this into words before, but...if the hospital administrators are offering you a million Pokedollars for your blood, it's because some very smart doctor thinks, like, there's a one-in-a-hundred chance they'll find something in it that ends up providing over a hundred million Pokedollars worth of help to patients."
"Mostly through health insurance? You pay a little each month into a pool of money—if you work you usually get it through your employer and if you're unemployed the government funds it for you with taxpayer Pokedollars—and when you have an expensive medical emergency, it pays out to the hospital for your treatment.
Since the Castelia hospital is affiliated with the university, it also gets generous donations from rich alumni."
Well, that's not as bad as it could be even if the "insurance" concept sounds fishy as hell. "Well. I will need to get money somehow to live here, I take it."
"It's probably not as bad as you're thinking? There are plenty of food banks, homeless shelters, and jobs programs, you won't starve or die of exposure unless you turn down literally every available offer of help."
"...but yeah, if you're poor you have a worse quality of life, and you're more likely to be the victim of a crime, and it's easier to make money if you're already starting out with a little."