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

Chapter 413: Chapter 413: Blackbeard is a Little Nervous

Killer just couldn’t understand.

What the hell were these people trying to do?!

Beating someone to near-death but not finishing them off! Refusing to let them die, yet not healing them properly either! Were the Whitebeard Pirates really just torturing them for fun?!

Damn it!

Despite his overwhelming rage and confusion, Killer didn’t feel hatred.

He understood the reality of things.

This was the world of pirates—strength ruled all.

If you weren’t strong enough, whatever your enemies did to you, you had no choice but to endure it.

Kid was going to die, and when he did, Killer had no reason to live either.

Being locked up here was just another death sentence. Might as well end it himself.

Killer had already made up his mind—the moment Kid took his last breath, he’d follow him into the afterlife.

There was no denying the depth of Killer’s loyalty to Kid.

In this suffocatingly heavy atmosphere, the cell fell silent.

“Zehahahaha! Die! Death’s a good thing! Die and you’ll suffer less!”

Then, from the adjacent cell, a voice suddenly rang out.

Blackbeard was laughing maniacally.

He was currently pinned to the ground, unable to move even an inch.

Suicide? That was nothing but a pipe dream.

Teach was truly on the verge of losing his mind. Lying there day after day, his thoughts were consumed by one thing and one thing only—

When would Vir come?

No matter how hard he tried to distract himself, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

It was beyond his control.

His brain felt like it had mutated—unable to focus on anything else.

And every time he thought about it, an uncontrollable chill ran down his spine.

The trauma Vir had inflicted on him was simply too deep.

He had experienced firsthand what it meant to suffer pain that seared into the soul.

Every time he remembered Vir, every time he felt the clock ticking closer, those buried memories would viciously assault him.

By now, he was truly on the brink of insanity.

Hearing that the guy next door was about to die, he was genuinely jealous.

Just as Killer and the others thought the guy who’d just spoken was a complete lunatic, the cell door was kicked open with a loud BANG!

Everyone’s attention snapped toward the entrance.

Marco strode confidently toward Killer’s cell and, without a word, yanked the door open.

But Killer, face dark, muttered:

“He’s as good as dead. Even you can’t save him now.”

Marco glanced at Kid, who was drenched in blood, and nodded in agreement.

Yeah, he really couldn’t.

“True, I can’t save him. But that doesn’t mean no one can! Bring them all out!”

“And drag that barking dog over there out too! Be careful—don’t let him find a way to kill himself!”

With that, Marco turned and left.

But his words left Killer frozen in place.

What did that mean? They were still going to save him?

This man was already on death’s doorstep—why bother? What was the point?

Killer was completely lost.

He genuinely couldn’t fathom what kind of game the Whitebeard Pirates were playing.

Looking at Kid’s horrifying state, his frown deepened.

At this point, who the hell could even save him? The number of people in the world capable of healing injuries like this could be counted on one hand.

But as luck would have it, he knew one.

…It couldn’t be him, could it? If it was, then this “treatment” was going to be a whole different kind of nightmare.

At that thought, Killer shot Kid a worried glance.

But then again, if that guy was the one doing the healing, at least Kid would definitely survive!

With that in mind, Killer picked Kid up and hurried after Marco.

Meanwhile, Blackbeard was also being hauled out.

Seven or eight burly men held him down, leaving him zero chance to off himself.

The man who had been laughing wildly just moments ago was now eerily quiet.

Not just that—his body had even started trembling slightly.

His bladder also felt… strangely tense. No particular reason, just a bit of cold sweat.

He had a bad feeling about this. But since nothing was confirmed yet, maybe they just wanted to invite him out for tea?

Clutching onto that delusion, Teach managed to preserve at least a shred of dignity.

At least he didn’t piss himself on the spot.

—

Meanwhile, Vir was waiting on the deck.

He’d gone down earlier to check things out, but the lighting below was terrible, so he told Marco to bring the patients up for treatment.

When Marco heard that, he was thrilled.

It left Vir a bit dumbfounded.

What was Marco so happy about?

Simple—his front-row ticket hadn’t gone to waste!

He’d spent a fortune on that premium seat. If Vir just healed Kid below deck and casually messed with Teach while he was at it, all that money would’ve been for nothing.

Hearing that Vir wanted them brought up? Marco’s heart finally settled back into place.

Right now, Chopper was standing beside Vir, with Shirahoshi on the other side.

After the earlier incident, Shirahoshi wasn’t as scared of the crew anymore, but she still felt safest next to Vir.

Hearing that Vir was about to heal someone, she was eager to see his methods.

She was keeping some distance from Chopper, though.

The little reindeer’s smooth, practiced treatment routine had thoroughly traumatized her.

But this little dummy hadn’t thought through the obvious—if the disciple was like that, how could the master possibly be simple…

The deck was now packed.

Ace and Jozu had even set up a makeshift operating table in the most open spot for Vir.

Even though Vir had insisted it wasn’t necessary, their enthusiasm was impossible to refuse.

So he just let them do their thing.

What really threw Vir off, though, was that they’d also set up chairs.

He was dumbfounded.

What the hell was this?

Why did it feel like a stage show?

Like a damn concert!

Not only had they arranged the chairs, but people were even filing in in an orderly fashion.

Vir swore he even saw someone holding a small, ticket-like slip of paper, searching for their assigned seat.

A closer look revealed—

Every damn chair had a number on it!

What the—

Was this actually a concert now?!

Hold up! What are you taking me for?

If I’m not mistaken, I’m supposed to be a doctor, right?

What’s with this setup? When did you all start disrespecting my medical skills like this?!

Fine, fine, fine! You wanna play weird? Let’s play weird.

Just wait. None of you in the front row are getting out of this.

I’ll personally invite you up for some interaction.

The kind where you’re lying on the operating table!

—

Before long, Kid was brought out.

But Teach was held back at the exit, not yet revealed to the crowd.

Marco hadn’t mentioned this to Vir yet, so it was better to hold off.

He’d brief Vir first.

For now, Teach was left waiting just beyond the door.

Close enough to hear everything happening on deck.

Killer, carrying Kid, immediately spotted Vir the moment he stepped out.

He let out a small sigh of relief.

But the look he gave Kid was now tinged with pity.

If Kid were conscious right now, Killer would’ve had to break the news to him like this:

“Hey, buddy. Good news—you’re gonna live. You’ll be just fine.”

“Bad news—you’re also kinda… already dead.”

“Anyway, good luck.”

At Marco’s signal, he placed Kid on the makeshift operating table and stepped back, his gaze fixed on Vir.

His expression was complicated.

Just a month ago, this guy had been one of them—one of the so-called “Worst Generation.”

But now?

Forget “Worst Generation”—he was practically knocking on the door of Yonko status.

His bounty had skyrocketed to the highest under the Emperors themselves.

He had performed miracles during the war at Marineford.

None of the Worst Generation—no, none of the Supernovas in history—could’ve pulled that off.

This guy… was a straight-up monster.

The gap between them was now insurmountable.

Killer couldn’t even begin to gauge Vir’s strength.

To his senses, Vir might as well not even exist.

If not for his eyes, he wouldn’t have known someone was standing there.

But he knew exactly what would happen if they fought—he’d be reduced to ashes in an instant.

The difference between them was like heaven and earth.

Killer saw things clearly. He knew that now, they were in no position to compare themselves to Vir.

Kid’s blood had already soaked the entire operating table.

The bleeding was relentless.

But this was the world of pirates—everyone was built like a tank.

He wasn’t going to bleed out that easily.

The crowd frowned at the sight.

Kid’s condition was gruesome.

But they also knew he’d brought this on himself.

He’d invaded their territory, this was the only outcome.

Soon, their attention shifted to Vir.

Their eyes gleamed with anticipation.

How was Vir going to treat this guy?

He was already at death’s door—his body looked like it had been shattered.

His insides couldn’t be any better than his outside.

If Vir could fix this, it’d be like giving him a whole new body.

How was he going to do it?

The moment Kid was brought out, Vir’s system pinged.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 30,000 negative points!]

Clearly, Kid’s horrific state had scared Shirahoshi.

Trembling, she hid further behind Vir, her grip on his arm tightening unconsciously.

Little did she know, the thing she was clinging to was the real danger…

Vir could see Kid was in bad shape.

But there was no need to panic.

Just a minor issue.

His whole body was broken?

Easy fix.

A full-body welding session, followed by a blood transfusion, and he’d be back on his feet in no time.

Cracks everywhere? Perfect for welding.

Honestly, it’d been a while since he’d last welded—his skills might be a bit rusty.

Kid wasn’t exactly top-tier in strength anyway, so no need to splurge on special tools.

After that last welding machine survived half of Shiki’s treatment, Vir had stocked up—three hundred welding machines now sat in his medical kit.

What?

Welding machine break too easily? Don’t last long?

Then just replace it, dumbass.

This thing exists in the real world—it’s not like it’s hard to find.

Approaching Kid, Vir gave him a quick check.

Just as he’d thought— Kid’s body was shattered by Whitebeard’s quake.

At that realization, Vir glanced at Whitebeard, who was watching with interest.

His eyes held a trace of surprise.

Whitebeard’s Tremor-Tremor Fruit had gotten way stronger.

Not that Vir doubted Whitebeard’s strength to begin with—but Kid’s injuries didn’t match the level of tremors Whitebeard had previously displayed.

The man had clearly leveled up.

With a small sigh, Vir turned his attention back to Kid.

No more delays.

He pulled out a syringe as tall as a person, its needle as thick as a finger.

Inside was blood.

Kid was on the verge of bleeding out, so Vir would start with a transfusion.

Why so much at once?

Because he was about to slice the guy open—might as well get it all done in one go.

Less hassle.

With a squelch, the massive needle plunged into Kid’s… rear.

Yes, right into the center.

This syringe was store-bought.

The instructions clearly stated it could only be injected in one spot.

What could Vir do?

The others watching just frowned slightly.

In the grand scheme of Vir’s medical exploits, this didn’t even crack the top ten.

Sure, it was a bit wild, but nothing they couldn’t handle.

But Killer, standing behind Vir?

His eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

He’d heard about Vir’s… unconventional methods.

Hell, in this world, you might not know Roger, but everyone knew Vir.

But even with that forewarning, seeing Vir whip out a syringe bigger than the patient himself—

Killer’s soul left his body.

Huh?!

Seriously, bro?!

When Vir jabbed it in, that question was answered instantly.

But when Killer saw where the needle went—

His barely recovered mind short-circuited again.

Eyes wide, mouth agape.

Legs instinctively clamping together.

He was broken.

Completely and utterly broken.

Injections weren’t unfamiliar to him.

In the world of pirates, shots were common.

But… but weren’t they supposed to go in the arm?! Why there?!

That needle was huge!

HUGE!

How was his brother supposed to live?!

How was this any different from public humiliation?!

His head buzzed uncontrollably.

Then he realized—

That wasn’t just in his head.

That was the sound of a chainsaw…

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