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

Chapter 436: Chapter 436: Akainu in Full Panic Mode

His actions left everyone around him wide-eyed in shock.

The doctors were especially dumbfounded.

This guy… this guy’s using a giant wok too? Could he actually be treating people with a wok?

Weren’t we called here by the Fleet Admiral today to learn medical techniques?

But this guy just pulls out a massive wok right off the bat. Should we… should we call our ship’s cook to come learn something?

We really don’t know much about stir-frying, you know.

Sure, they’d seen Vir treat people with a giant wok before, but that kind of thing wasn’t something they could just pick up and learn.

Or rather, it wasn’t something a normal person could learn.

Now even Chiba was using a wok, but they still couldn’t make any sense of it.

The Marines had conducted experiments after analyzing Vir’s treatment methods.

But no matter how they stir-fried, no matter how they tried, even if they followed Vir’s exact method of adding herbs at specific times, all they ended up with was a plate of food.

No healing effects whatsoever.

It was driving the entire Marine medical system up the wall.

They couldn’t figure out a single thing.

Even when they brought in Vegapunk to study it, he came to the same conclusion: either it’s because of that wok, or it’s because of Vir himself.

On the surface, it looked like Vir was just tossing stuff in and stir-frying casually.

But there might be some deeper meaning behind it.

Now, seeing Chiba pull out a wok too, they were completely clueless but still a little excited.

If even Chiba could learn this, then it wasn’t about the wok.

It was about the technique.

Dean Lys was staring intently at Vir’s every move. If the situation allowed, he’d probably have rushed over to assist Vir himself.

Inside the wok, Zephyr was in full-blown panic.

Back when Vir had stir-fried Whitebeard, Zephyr could feel the heat from that blazing wok even from a distance.

He could hardly imagine what it would be like for a living person to suffer inside a wok at that kind of temperature.

And now, he had the “honor” of experiencing it himself.

But honestly, he really wasn’t thrilled about it.

Zephyr didn’t even have the strength to crawl out of the wok.

That toss from Vir earlier had caused the slash wound on his chest to gush blood.

He genuinely couldn’t move.

The moment the giant wok appeared, Shirahoshi immediately realized what might be coming next.

But a wok… it didn’t seem that bad.

Sure, people were being stir-fried inside, but from the outside, you couldn’t see a thing.

The wok was just too big.

That’s why Shirahoshi didn’t cover her eyes.

As Zephyr was tossed into the wok, Ain momentarily stopped her tears.

Seeing her teacher Zephyr inside the massive wok, she couldn’t help but worry.

Akainu, on the other hand, found it a bit regrettable. Though he kept his face serious and expressionless, inside he was pounding his chest.

This treatment method was absolutely perfect for him.

He wasn’t afraid of heat. A magma man, afraid of heat? Impossible.

He actually wished it was him being thrown in.

And just as he was feeling dejected—Vir walked over to him.

No words, just action—Vir grabbed him and threw him in.

*Clang!*

Akainu landed in the wok and couldn’t help but let a faint smile slip.

’Nice. As expected of the kid I had my eye on.’

’He really understands me.’

If even Whitebeard’s injuries could recover to about 70-80% after a stir-fry, then his own wounds should be completely healed after this, right?

Akainu had been a bit worried earlier.

Worried that the treatment would be too brutal or, worse, that he might end up like Kizaru, whose face had completely changed—that wouldn’t be good.

But if it was like this—letting a magma man bathe in a steel wok—then that was completely acceptable.

Glancing at the panicking Zephyr, Akainu even had the mood to flash him a grin.

Zephyr’s face darkened at the sight.

Zephyr and Akainu actually had a decent relationship; it was just Kizaru he didn’t get along with.

Akainu’s physical skills was top-notch, unlike Kizaru, who never listened to advice.

Thankfully, Kizaru had finally turned over a new leaf.

“Don’t panic. It probably won’t be that hot.” Akainu said calmly, his tone almost casual.

His attitude made Zephyr want to punch him.

But with blood still trickling from his chest wound, he couldn’t do a thing.

They didn’t have to wait long. The wok beneath them started heating up.

And the temperature was rising fast.

Sengoku, who had just rushed over, and Garp, who came to watch the show, took their seats slowly.

Sengoku stood with his hands behind his back, while Garp lounged with his legs crossed, munching on senbei with a *crunch crunch*.

Garp wasn’t a fan of Chiba, but seeing Akainu get turned into some weird shape? That’d be worth a laugh.

He’d heard Kizaru got stuck with a “baby face” for thirty days after his treatment.

If Akainu ended up with something equally bizarre, that’d be perfect.

Garp had come specifically to see that. He didn’t care about any medical technique.

Under their watchful eyes, Vir was pulling out item after item from thin air and placing them on a table.

At first, everything seemed fine.

Just normal medicinal herbs.

But then, Vir suddenly stopped.

And then he pulled out a full-body hazmat suit from thin air—one that was clearly no ordinary gear.

The suit was completely airtight, with an integrated gas mask on the face.

You didn’t need to look twice to know this thing was top-tier for chemical protection.

Vir’s sudden move left everyone around him baffled.

Sengoku, hands still behind his back, furrowed his brow. Garp, mid-senbei crunch, sensed something was off.

Very off.

The others were just plain confused.

This was supposed to be a medical procedure, right? A giant wok was one thing, but now a hazmat suit? What was this nonsense?

Was the wok for stir-frying, and the suit to avoid inhaling cooking fumes?

Or was he worried about getting splashed by hot oil?

Wasn’t this a bit… overkill?

…

Momousagi knew Chiba couldn’t cook.

But even she thought a hazmat suit was a bit much. Completely unnecessary.

More importantly, could someone who didn’t know how to cook really use a wok to heal people?

Honestly, Momousagi was starting to get curious about medicine.

She hadn’t cared much before.

But now? She was intrigued.

Was medicine always this… bizarre?

Just as everyone was puzzled by Vir’s actions, he pulled out another hazmat suit from thin air.

This one was a slightly smaller version of the same white suit. Vir quickly walked over to the clueless Shirahoshi.

In a flash, he had her suited up, sealed tight.

His swift, almost abrupt movements left Shirahoshi stunned, her big eyes blinking in confusion.

Vir handled her like a doll, dressing her up in seconds with surprisingly gentle hands. Shirahoshi didn’t snap out of it until he set her back down like a propped-up mannequin.

It wasn’t until her view shifted slightly that she realized what had just happened.

’Huh??’

’Why… why did he put the same outfit on me?’

’Isn’t he supposed to be “cooking” someone? Why am I wearing one too?’

’And when he “cooked” people before, I never saw him wear anything like this.’

’What’s going on now…’

’Could it be because he’s “cooking” two people at once this time?’

’But even so, why would he make me wear one too?’

Shirahoshi was utterly baffled, her mind spinning.

Meanwhile, Sengoku’s brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Something’s off—way off, like eighteen levels of wrong.

Back when Vir “cooked” Whitebeard, that guy didn’t pull out anything like this. But now, with Chiba pulling this stunt, there’s definitely a massive problem brewing.

Sengoku’s heart was on edge.

His expression grew increasingly grim.

The others around also sensed something was amiss, but they didn’t think too much of it.

It’s just a protective suit, right? What’s the big deal?

Just wear it and move on.

Maybe it’s just their matching couple’s outfit or something.

But the two in the giant wok weren’t nearly as calm.

They were starting to feel like things were seriously going south.

At first, it was just Zephyr feeling a bit uneasy. But now, even Akainu was getting the sense that something was terribly wrong.

This wasn’t normal. Who wears a gas mask for a treatment?

The moment that thing appeared, Akainu caught a whiff of danger.

And not just any gas mask—it was a top-tier one.

What kind of situation would even require something like that?

Akainu didn’t dare think too deeply about it.

Originally, he thought he was just here for a quick dip in a hot spring and then he’d be out.

But now, he had to admit—he was freaking out.

Before anyone could keep guessing wildly, Vir had already pulled out the source of the danger.

It was none other than the medicine that looked like a grotesque pile of intestines.

Rayleigh had once eaten a weaker version of this stuff.

The instant it appeared, an explosively pungent stench rapidly spread across the entire training ground.

It diffused at lightning speed, enveloping the entire area in a matter of seconds.

And the moment that eye-watering, nose-stinging, sour-rotten smell hit, everyone’s faces changed dramatically!

Just one whiff, and an intense wave of nausea hit like a tidal wave.

Tears poured from their eyes like floodgates had been opened, streaming down uncontrollably.

The surrounding grass and trees showed signs of wilting in an instant, and even the ground beneath Vir’s feet started to faintly blacken.

Momousagi, who was standing closer, immediately started vomiting.

She retched violently, tears streaming down her face nonstop.

The stench had hit her so suddenly, so unprepared.

Even just one breath felt like a dozen unwashed socks, festering for a month, had been shoved into her mouth.

The smell was potent enough to make you want to hurl your entire stomach out.

The moment that small basin of intestine-like medicine made its debut, the reaction was instantaneous.

The training ground erupted into a chorus of retching and vomiting.

Some people were already on the verge of passing out.

The situation was pure chaos.

Sengoku still stood with one hand behind his back. From behind, he looked every bit the unshakable Marine Fleet Admiral.

But from the front? A trickle of drool was already leaking from the corner of his mouth.

Tears slid endlessly down from behind his black-framed glasses.

He couldn’t hold it together—really, he couldn’t.

He never would’ve guessed that the kid was wearing a protective suit for this.

With a smell like that, a gas mask suddenly made perfect sense.

And then there was Garp, standing behind him—no need to elaborate.

He was staring at the senbei in his hand, rapidly shriveling up, his eyes wide as saucers.

The strength of this toxic gas attack was clear as day.

Garp hurriedly covered his mouth, his expression frantic.

Those senbei were ones he’d just eaten, and he wasn’t about to let them come back up here.

But without a gas mask, there was no negotiating with his stomach… After holding out for two seconds, it all came pouring out.

Garp never imagined that just being a bystander would get him caught in the crossfire like this.

If the bystanders were in this state, the two in the pot were downright trembling.

They exchanged a glance, each seeing sheer terror in the other’s eyes.

’We’re done for.’

The same two words flashed through both their minds.

How could they not smell that stench? They were in the wok, and it was already heating up.

The smell hadn’t fully reached them yet, but even so, they caught a whiff of its piercing intensity.

“If… I mean, if…” Zephyr started.

“If that kid tosses that stuff into the wok with us and starts stirring…”

Before he could finish, Akainu was already in full-blown panic.

Gone was the calm composure from earlier.

They both knew full well this was just the smell—and not even the full brunt of it.

Even so, if their bodies came into direct contact with that stuff, they’d both rather just keel over and die.

And that’s not even considering what would happen if that stuff was cooked at high temperatures. The smell would become so violently overpowering.

At that point, even if they didn’t die from disgust, they’d be smoked to death.

This was no joke.

Now, everyone understood the purpose of the hazmat suit and gas mask—they were for goddamn poison protection!

Inside her suit, Shirahoshi watched as everyone outside suddenly started vomiting like crazy. She was completely confused.

What’s going on with everyone?

Are they all sick or something?

Breathing clean air inside her suit, Shirahoshi had no idea what was happening outside.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 100,000 negative points!]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 120,000 negative points!]

The treatment hadn’t even started, and the negative points were already rolling in.

Vir stepped up to the giant pot, looking at the two “ingredients” inside. A kind smile spread across his face.

The moment Akainu saw Vir, he immediately shouted, “Kid! Can we skip it?!”

You could hear the slight tremor of panic in his voice.

Nearby, Garp, who had just finished vomiting, overheard and let out a strained smile.

’Nice one, Akainu. Today’s your day.’

Vir, hearing Akainu’s plea, lifted the basin of “seasoning”.

“Skip it? How’re you gonna get better if we skip it?”

With that, he dumped the entire basin of stuff into the pot.

In that instant, Zephyr and Akainu’s faces were nothing but despair…

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