One Piece: Don't Worry, I'm a Doctor

*Gasp——!*

Everyone present immediately sucked in a cold breath.

Their bodies, which had been leaning forward, suddenly jerked back.

Their faces were filled with bewilderment. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

They understood now.

They finally got it!

Marco was truly exasperated that Jozu just couldn’t take a hint.

He told him not to go. And yet Jozu had to act tough.

Good, very good! What brand of plastic bag are you? How the hell are you so good at putting on airs?

Now look at you. Keep showing off.

Go on, keep it up.

Jozu, listen to me!

You’re injured! You’re hurt, you know that?!

Here, everyone knows exactly what being injured means.

If you can escape, you’ll live. But if you can’t, you might as well just die.

Right now, Jozu clearly understood this principle all too well.

Beads of sweat had already drenched his forehead.

His back was soaked through.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks, landing on Kid’s face.

It practically gave Kid a face-wash.

Seeing Vir’s bright smile and his excessively concerned expression, Jozu’s tense expression suddenly vanished.

It instantly transformed into a radiant, flower-like grin.

"Ahahaha! Godfather, look at me, really... how embarrassing."

"It’s fine, it’s fine, don’t worry about me. It’s just the changing seasons, you know? My skin’s a bit sensitive, and the wind scraped it open. How silly of me, haha!"

"Please, carry on, carry on."

Jozu laughed it off.

His survival instincts were in overdrive.

But his excuse... was a little too abstract, to say the least.

Let’s not forget—his wound was from the Savage Chainsaw.

The kind that gushes blood for a while.

Like right now, for instance. The blood was still spurting out.

Meanwhile, Marco, sitting at the front, looked down at his now-bloodstained clothes.

And his newly dyed red hair.

He couldn’t help but want to ask: Are you freaking kidding me?

The wind scraped you open?

If that excuse got out, the wind itself would brag about it for the rest of its life.

It’d go around telling everyone: I made a diamond man bleed.

Damn it, don’t you think that’s just a little too far-fetched?

If you don’t have a brain, just borrow one!

How could you even say something so blatantly stupid without thinking?!

Marco had completely lost hope in Jozu.

Wiping the blood off his camera lens, he raised it and started snapping photos of Jozu, who was desperately trying to survive.

Maybe even Jozu realized how ridiculous he sounded.

His laughter gradually died down.

Just as he thought it was all over, Vir unexpectedly let him off the hook.

"Oh? So it was the wind? I thought maybe my chainsaw accidentally nicked you."

"If that were the case, I’d have to give you a proper free treatment..."

Vir emphasized the word treatment just a little too heavily.

Jozu had assumed he couldn’t be cut by the chainsaw—and under normal circumstances, he’d be right.

After all, Vir had only lightly grazed him earlier. There was no way that could hurt him when he was using his Devil Fruit ability.

But.

Let’s not forget Vir’s other ability: Tremor.

All attacks deal an additional 5% true damage.

A tiny nick.

True damage doesn’t play by the rules.

To be fair, Jozu wasn’t actually hurt that badly.

The chainsaw just did most of the work.

Soon, Vir shifted his gaze to Kid beneath him.

Since Jozu wasn’t seriously injured, there was nothing to treat anyway.

That earlier bit was just to scare him.

This guy had been acting a little too cocky.

Now that the initial incision was complete, the next step was welding the organs and stitching the body back together.

This was going to be a major operation.

Vir called Marco over, asking him to hold Kid’s legs steady.

He wouldn’t have time to keep Kid in place while welding.

But Marco was nearly scared to death.

He frantically racked his brain, trying to remember if he’d done anything recently to offend Vir.

After some intense introspection, he concluded that his conscience was clear.

So he stepped forward without hesitation.

Truthfully, Vir just didn’t feel like using his poison again.

Otherwise, a single injection would’ve left Kid completely immobilized.

With Marco holding Kid down, Vir worked much more smoothly.

Pulling out the welding torch, he got to work on Kid’s internal organs.

This part wasn’t too difficult.

The organs weren’t completely split open—if they were, Kid would’ve been dead already.

Only the surface layers were damaged.

The body, however, was another story.

Welding the organs went by quickly.

Since it was just surface-level, the job was done in no time.

But even that was enough to nearly finish Kid off.

His face had already turned the same shade as his hair.

The moment he saw Vir pull out the welding torch, Kid knew things were about to get bad.

He’d never seen Vir use a welding torch for treatment before.

But if the doctor was bringing it out, it had to be part of the procedure, right?

And sure enough, his fears were confirmed.

The sensation of something scorching hot searing his insides was unbearable.

The burning pain was even worse than taking a dip in Akainu’s magma.

One was widespread heat; the other was concentrated.

There was no comparison.

The welding torch’s temperature was absurdly high.

So high that Kid’s entire body had turned red.

Truth be told, Vir had secretly cranked up the heat with his Flame-Flame ability.

Just a few hundred degrees, nothing major.

Of course, this also meant his welding skills were truly put to the test.

Under Vir’s relentless welding...

Negative Points exploded like crazy. For someone like Kid, who’d never experienced this kind of "treatment" before...

It was a bit too avant-garde.

The poor guy was practically scared to death.

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[Ding!...]

The notifications kept rolling in.

Vir’s welding continued without pause.

Under his skilled hands, Kid’s organs were rapidly repaired one by one.

But the method itself made Kid suffer like never before.

Watching Kid’s state, Marco and Whitebeard couldn’t help but recall something.

Only one word described it: familiar.

He was too red—Kid’s whole body was flushed bright.

It reminded them of the days of Redbeard and the braised phoenix. A nostalgic shade.

Under Vir’s merciless hands, this was the proper color scheme!

Before long, seeing that Kid had been sufficiently welded, Marco finally brought up the request he’d been meaning to make.

"Uh, Vir?"

"What is it?"

"We actually have another patient here who’d like a follow-up treatment."

"Huh? Who’s got the guts to ask for that?"

"Teach."

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