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

Hearing Vir’s words urging him to leave, Katakuri didn’t move right away. He had come here with another purpose in mind.

One could say it was his original intention from the start.

That purpose was to ask Vir to heal his sister’s face.

The idea had sparked back when Vir first began making a name for himself. Katakuri had been waiting for the right moment to bring Brûlée to him, but that opportunity never came until now. He wasn’t about to let it slip away.

His own appearance didn’t matter to him—it was something he was born with, more or less. Being called ugly or disgusting by others? He couldn’t care less.

But his sister was different. Her face had become scarred because of him. If he could, he’d even give up his own chance at treatment just to have Vir fix Brûlée’s face.

But as soon as Vir showed up, he threw him into the pot.

Naturally, he hadn’t had any opportunity to bring up the matter.

At this moment, looking at Vir standing before him, Katakuri felt a twinge of embarrassment.

He’d just gone all out fighting the guy, and now he was about to ask for a favor. It wasn’t exactly proper, and he was starting to regret his earlier impulsiveness.

But Brûlée’s concerned gaze gave him the courage to push past his hesitation.

“Actually, there’s something else I’d like to ask of you.” He said.

“Speak.” Vir replied.

“My sister… is there any way you could remove the scars from her face?” Katakuri scratched his head awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable.

Vir turned his gaze to Brûlée. Helping her wasn’t out of the question—her ability was pretty decent. But… would she really trust him to treat her?

Brûlée, hearing her brother plead for her, felt the unique care Katakuri always showed her.

He’d just fought Vir, and now he was lowering himself to ask for help—not just asking, but begging.

It made her feel guilty. She wanted to stop him, to tell him not to grovel for her sake, but her fear of Vir kept her rooted in place.

When Vir’s eyes landed on her, Brûlée’s delicate frame trembled. But he only glanced at her briefly before looking away.

Her face? Easy to fix.

It was just a scars. Even Chopper could handle it with ease nowadays.

The treatment was straightforward: remove Brûlée’s teeth and eyes, then use a chainsaw to cut off her entire face.

Pour on a bottle of regenerative medicine—special stuff that makes flesh grow back fast.

Once the face grew back, just reattach the organs.

Making the newly grown flesh scar-free was basically the medicine’s primary effect.

The biggest risk? Brûlée might just die of fright during the process.

This was more terrifying than brain surgery, after all.

“It’s treatable.” Vir said.

“Really?!” Katakuri’s face lit up, more excited than when he’d heard his own injuries could be treated.

But the onlookers frowned.

The reason was simple: Vir was way too serious.

Normally, when patients came, he was happier than anyone.

This solemn look was rare.

If they were the patients, they’d already be planning their escape.

Seeing Katakuri’s excitement, the crowd silently mourned—not for him, but for his sister.

Having a brother like him… it was her blessing and her curse.

“Will it hurt? My sister’s… not great with pain.” Katakuri asked. “If it’s too painful, do you have anesthesia?”

“In all my years as a doctor, I’ve never used anesthesia.” Vir replied.

Katakuri froze.

A doctor without anesthesia? It sounded absurd, but then he thought about Vir’s terrifying methods.

Anesthesia probably wouldn’t even work against that kind of mental assault.

Brûlée, meanwhile, spoke up in protest.

“Brother, I don’t want treatment. I’m fine like this. I don’t need it.” She forced a strained smile, her face full of refusal.

After seeing Vir’s earlier “techniques”, she wouldn’t sleep for days.

If those were used on her… she might never sleep again.

‘No way. No way, brother!’

Brûlée wanted to scream.

Vir shrugged. If Brûlée agreed to treatment, he’d help. Her Mirror-Mirror Fruit was useful, after all.

But if she refused, he wouldn’t push. Truth be told, he wasn’t that interested in her ability.

Katakuri, brows furrowed, spoke again after a moment of thought. “Do you have some kind of pain transfer device here? Can you transfer the pain from her to me?”

Given Vir’s style, and his own experience just now, he had to ask.

And truthfully—Vir really did have such a device. A professional one.

But could he use it here? Hell no. What would Vir get out of it? Nothing.

Brûlée’s strength was negligible, so no negative points to gain there. And if she didn’t offer her ability, why bother?

Did Katakuri think he was running a charity?

With a pain-transfer device, Brûlée could just close her eyes and breeze through it, feeling nothing.

In that case, where would the psychological trauma come from? Without psychological trauma, where would the abilities come from?

Still, Katakuri’s actions earned Vir’s respect. This guy was a certified sis-con, willing to do anything for her.

The onlookers nodded in approval. Katakuri’s devotion gave his sister an incredible sense of security. A real man.

Even Whitebeard nodded silently, his opinion of Katakuri rising.

Brûlée hadn’t expected this level of care from her brother.

He had already endured Vir’s torturous treatment once, yet he was willing to take on her pain, too.

Her eyes welled with emotion.

“No can do. No device for that.” Vir said, shattering everyone’s fantasies.

But those in Whitebeard’s crew who knew Vir didn’t believe it for a second.

That kind of equipment was standard for Vir. If he didn’t have it, he could probably whip one up on the spot. That was Vir—a bastard through and through.

But now he was claiming he didn’t have it? Yeah, right. They kept quiet, though. Who knew what Vir was planning?

Mess with his schemes, and you’d face his wrath. Getting beaten wasn’t the issue—it was the “treatment” afterward that terrified them.

Katakuri’s and Brûlée’s hearts sank.

Katakuri’s face darkened. He’d experienced Vir’s “treatment” firsthand and knew Brûlée probably couldn’t handle it.

If Vir had no pain-transfer device and never used anesthesia, Katakuri had no choice but to give up. His goal was to remove Brûlée’s scars, but if it cost her half her life, it wasn’t worth it.

Just as he was about to call it quits, Brûlée raised her right hand.

“Um… I think I want to try…” Her voice trembled, her expression pure terror, every part of her screaming against the decision.

But she made it anyway.

Why? For her brother.

Her scarred face was why Katakuri started wearing a scarf, shutting himself off from the world.

From then on, his heart was only for their family, their siblings. It seemed warm and happy, but Brûlée knew how exhausted Katakuri was.

He used to be carefree, unbothered by others’ opinions. Because of her, he’d become restrained.

If her face was healed, maybe Katakuri could let go of his burdens. He was willing to bear unimaginable pain for her, so she was ready to endure the same for him.

Katakuri saw her fear—her body was trembling. The usually reserved Katakuri snapped back to his cool, stoic demeanor.

“Doctor Vir. Thank you for treating me, but let’s forget about my sister. We’ll take our leave now.”

He moved to take Brûlée away, but she resisted.

“Katakuri-nii, I really want to do this…”

Though shaking like a leaf, her eyes were stubborn.

“You could die. No treatment.”

“I’ll be fine. Really, I’ll be fine.”

Time seemed to freeze. The sea breeze rustled Katakuri’s tattered scarf. Under the stunning sunset, he stared at Brûlée, her smile hiding her fear to keep him from worrying.

It was just like decades ago. When young Brûlée’s face was slashed because of him, leaving that long, ugly scar, she’d smiled and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay…”

Katakuri’s eyes reddened. For once, he didn’t know what to do.

“Alright, I’ll make it quick. She’ll be fine.” Vir’s exasperated voice cut through.

This sibling duo had moved even him. Normally, Vir went as hard as possible, but now, he was offering—uncharacteristically—to ease a patient’s pain.

His words left Marco and the others wide-eyed.

Vir’s insane strength earlier hadn’t shocked them this much.

He said he’d make it quick?

Was this the same Vir they knew?

Even Whitebeard felt cheated.

Recalling the brutality Vir had inflicted on his exposed lungs back in the day, he was downright furious now.

The echoes of “ORA-ORA!” still rang in his ears, along with the flashing lightning and jet-black Armament Haki.

And, of course, the figure leaping high into the air.

Now Vir was promising to go easy?

Back then, he’d said, “It’s just a normal massage.”

Normal, my ass!

Whitebeard was fuming.

So Vir’s treatments could be toned down?

If he’d known, he’d have rallied the whole crew for a sob story to soften Vir up.

Brûlée seized the moment. “See? The doctor said he’ll go easy.”

She looked at Katakuri with hopeful eyes. If he insisted she not go through with it, she wouldn’t push. She didn’t want to upset him.

Katakuri met her gaze, silent for a long time.

“Fine.” He finally said.

Brûlée exhaled in relief.

‘He agreed. Thank goodness.’

“Settled, then? Let’s get started.” Vir said, revving up the chainsaw that had only just stopped.

Katakuri frowned. “What’s the chainsaw got to do with removing scars?”

“Everything. First, we dig out the eyes. Then pull all the teeth. Finally, saw off the whole face. Easy.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.”

Katakuri froze. “That’s what you call going easy?”

“Hm? Didn’t I say I’d make it quick? What’s that got to do with going easy?”

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