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

Sengoku rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

The situation before him was just too absurd to handle.

He was genuinely struggling to keep it together.

This treatment… the cost was a bit too steep, wasn’t it?

It had basically crippled two of their Admirals!

Akainu, the epitome of a tough guy, now spoke with a loli voice…

And Zephyr, an even tougher hardliner among hardliners, now sounded utterly effeminate, regardless of whether it was an onee-san tone or not.

Looking at the expressions on their faces, like they’d just eaten something foul, Sengoku could only sigh in helplessness.

Was this really that guy’s medical expertise?

Even if it was inherited, was it supposed to be this explosive?

That kid Chiba had truly mastered the essence, hadn’t he?

But at that moment—

A blinding flash of golden light erupted in the distance.

With a shimmer, Kizaru appeared in the center of the area, looking flustered.

He had just finished his patrol, and his face was back to normal.

But for him to rush over in such a panic, it clearly wasn’t just to show his face.

The moment he landed, Kizaru hurriedly approached Akainu and the others.

His face was filled with curiosity and urgency.

“You guys! How are you feeling? Anything… different?”

In his haste, Kizaru’s words came out in a rush.

But his question made Akainu and the others furrow their brows.

Brother, are you here to rub it in?

That’s not exactly cool, you know!

Showing off that your voice didn’t change?

Akainu’s face was a mask of discomfort, but he refused to say a word.

Sengoku, of course, noticed their awkwardness.

Stepping forward to grab Kizaru, he asked with confusion, “What’s going on? Just spit it out.”

For Kizaru to look this panicked was a rare sight.

Something big had to be happening.

“When I was on patrol just now, I realized… my strength increased.”

Hearing Sengoku’s question, Kizaru didn’t hesitate and immediately explained the bizarre change that had occurred.

He had been diligently patrolling, as serious as ever.

But suddenly, his strength had spiked by a tenth.

At that moment, Kizaru, walking along the path, was completely dumbfounded.

It took him a solid few minutes to accept the fact that his power had inexplicably increased by ten percent.

There was no way he got stronger just by walking, right?

He wasn’t that lazy.

After a bit of thought, Kizaru realized what had happened.

It was that kid’s treatment.

What else could it be? There was nothing else noteworthy he’d done.

It’s not like drinking tea or reading the newspapers could boost his strength, could it?

To be sure, Kizaru had rushed over to confirm with the other two who had undergone the same treatment.

But when he announced that his strength had suddenly increased by a tenth, Sengoku’s first reaction was disbelief.

At their level, a tenth? Just like that?

It was completely unthinkable.

But Kizaru’s panicked expression and the utter lack of jest in his demeanor forced Sengoku to take it seriously.

Could it be?

Was it really that kid’s treatment?

With that thought, Sengoku turned to Akainu and Zephyr.

“What about you two—”

Before he could finish, he caught sight of the sheer astonishment on their faces.

They were staring at their own hands in utter disbelief, as if something incredible had just happened to them.

“This… how is this possible?” Akainu muttered in a voice filled with incredulity.

But the moment those words left his mouth, Kizaru froze.

What was that sound? Who just spoke?

Kizaru slowly turned his head, bewildered, toward the stunned Akainu.

No way. That voice… was from Akainu?

No, it couldn’t be!

That voice was unusually soft, giving a feeling of someone small and delicate.

How could it possibly have anything to do with Akainu?

There was no way.

Kizaru refused to believe that voice came from Akainu.

He stared intently at him, hoping for some sign to clear the suspicion.

But when Akainu noticed the stare, his face, which had just calmed down, flushed red again.

‘Damn it… how did I let that slip in the heat of the moment?’

Akainu was beyond mortified.

He’d sworn not to open his mouth again, so how had he failed to hold back?

It wasn’t entirely his fault—the sensation he’d just experienced was just too unbelievable.

Because just as Kizaru said, all his stats had just risen by a tenth.

A tenth!

The weight of that didn’t need any further explanation.

No one could stay calm in the face of that.

Zephyr, on the other hand, was clearly more excited than Akainu, though his age gave him a bit more composure.

He didn’t outright shout in shock.

Not only had his recent injuries completely healed, but every single lingering ailment from decades of battle had vanished as well.

Those were the accumulated wounds of his sixty or seventy years.

They were the reason he’d been feeling so worn out in fights lately.

But now?

All gone. Not a trace remained. Completely healed.

The implications were obvious.

He was now back at his absolute peak.

No—stronger than his peak by a tenth.

What kind of concept was that?

Zephyr couldn’t even wrap his head around it.

To think that, at his age, he could not only feel his prime again but surpass it.

It was utterly unimaginable.

Even now, he could hardly believe it, but the testimony of his students and the surging power coursing through his body kept confirming it.

This was real.

In just a moment, Zephyr’s eyes began to redden.

Sengoku didn’t even need to ask. Just looking at their reactions told him everything.

They, too, had experienced the same ten percent boost in strength that Kizaru described.

And the cost? Just this harmless side effect.

At worst, it was the torture they’d endured moments ago.

Nothing more. Truly, nothing more.

In just a few short minutes, their strength had skyrocketed.

Did that guy’s treatment really have such an effect?

Even Sengoku found it hard to believe.

In all his years as Fleet Admiral, with all the shocking secrets he’d encountered, he had never heard of anything like this.

It was simply impossible.

Yet here it was, unfolding right before his eyes.

Recalling how that guy Vir healed Whitebeard, Shiki, and others, Sengoku quickly dismissed any lingering doubts.

Those two monsters were absolutely stronger than they were in their prime.

At the time, he thought they had simply refined their skills over the years. But now, looking back…

Refined? What a load of nonsense!

They had effortlessly boosted their strength by a massive margin, beating them so badly they could barely find their bearings.

That beast Vir! Not only did he heal them, but he also powered each of them up even further.

If it weren’t for that guy, they could’ve easily swept through the Summit War.

But with him around… even the dead were brought back to life.

How do you even compete? The other side’s got a cheater—there’s no way to play this game!

And now, that kid Chiba has somehow mastered this top-tier ability.

A full ten percent increase in strength. Ten percent!

As the Fleet Admiral, Sengoku had no choice but to start planning for what came next.

It didn’t take much thought to realize the obvious move: if possible, strengthen everyone.

That’s the plan, anyway—maximize the benefits.

As for any limitations, that could wait until they asked Chiba for details.

No need to rush things.

Having healed three people in one go, today was enough. They’d talk to him properly tomorrow.

Sengoku wasn’t in a hurry. Chiba had already earned major credit.

Letting him rest and unwind a bit was perfectly reasonable.

Soon enough, everyone dispersed.

Dean Lys took the three for a full check-up to ensure there were no hidden issues.

After all, the healing process had been somewhat alarming.

Under Sengoku’s orders, the crowd quickly scattered.

Back in the Fleet Admiral’s office, Sengoku took the initiative to report the matter to the Five Elders.

He knew doing so might bring trouble for Chiba.

But there were CP agents present at the training grounds.

He could keep his own men from blabbing, but he had no control over the CP.

Since the news would reach the Five Elders’ ears one way or another, he figured he might as well report it directly.

Upon hearing the news and confirming Sengoku wasn’t joking—especially with a CP member’s corroboration—the Five Elders exchanged long glances before someone finally spoke.

“If it’s that guy, it’s entirely possible. But how could a mere Marine pull it off? Did he really just learn it, as he claims?”

Saturn was the first to voice doubt.

The others agreed.

An ability this heaven-defying didn’t seem like something you could just learn.

Yet Sengoku repeatedly assured them it was one of their Marines.

Aura, energy, strength, behavioral traits—everything matched perfectly, with no suspicious discrepancies.

They had also seen with their own eyes how Vir brought people in and used his ultimate life-saving ability, vanishing right before them.

There didn’t seem to be any room for impersonation.

This forced them to consider the possibility that Sengoku was telling the truth about this Marine.

“If you don’t believe it, go see for yourself.”

“Zero’s been suffering in agony from that guy’s poison, hasn’t he? Let the kid try healing him.”

“Anyone want to come along?”

The bald swordsman made the reasonable suggestion.

The others all nodded.

No issue at all—if they didn’t believe it, they could just go check.

No one could pull off a disguise right under their noses.

“I’ll go!”

Saturn stood immediately.

He genuinely didn’t believe it. Unless he saw it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t accept it.

“Tomorrow, I’ll take Zero for a visit.”

No one objected to Saturn’s words.

But at that moment, an ethereal, otherworldly voice abruptly rang out.

“Interesting…”

The instant the voice sounded, the Five Elders’ expressions shifted.

Without hesitation, they turned and knelt in one direction.

From that direction, a figure cloaked in darkness slowly emerged.

Impossible to tell if it was male or female, the voice unnervingly vague.

“Take this.”

With that, a ring was tossed toward Saturn.

Saturn, head bowed deeply, caught it with a raised hand, not daring to show the slightest negligence.

“A light touch will transmit my consciousness.”

“Even I find that kind of thing hard to believe…”

No sooner had the voice spoken than the figure vanished instantly.

The immense pressure looming over them dissipated in an instant.

Yet the Five Elders were left in utter disbelief.

Imu-sama, showing interest in a mere Marine?

This was a first in centuries.

But none dared to discuss it, knowing they were always under Imu’s watchful gaze.

If it turned out the kid was problematic—say, if he was Vir in disguise—the consequences were obvious.

Even a sliver of Imu’s consciousness would be more than enough to deal with a small-time pirate.

Yes, in Imu’s eyes, Vir was nothing more than a petty pirate.

—

At a town behind the Marine base—

The broad stone-paved streets were neatly laid out.

European-style buildings lined the sides.

Two-story houses, triangular roofs—shops below, residences above.

Street vendors filled the roadsides.

On the wide avenue, many figures bustled about.

Though this was a Marine base, merchants did business here too.

After all, Marine families couldn’t just eat at the base every day.

Vir led Shirahoshi, who had changed out of her protective suit, through the lively crowd.

Shirahoshi kept her head down, too shy to meet anyone’s gaze.

Though passersby marveled at her beauty, this was a Marine base—no idle troublemakers here.

Their stroll was relatively peaceful.

Vir held a pile of snacks, munching as he walked.

Shirahoshi had a few pretty trinkets adorning her hair.

In her hand, she held a delicately carved mermaid plaque.

They’d been wandering for a while, but Shirahoshi still couldn’t bring herself to look up.

Vir was at a loss.

But then, a soft, gentle voice reached his ears.

Vir’s gaze turned toward a small shop nearby.

That voice… why did it feel so familiar?

As Vir turned, Shirahoshi also looked up in that direction.

Her eyes sparkled with deep interest.

The moment she heard the voice, Shirahoshi felt a strange surge of confidence.

An odd sensation.

It wasn’t someone speaking—it was… singing.

The sound came from a projection Den Den Mushi in the shop.

Vir looked up and, sure enough, saw a familiar figure.

Two-toned long hair, half covering the right eye.

Exquisite features, strikingly beautiful.

Appearing before him, singing into a microphone on-screen was—Uta.

Vir noticed Shirahoshi’s change immediately.

He’d been worried her condition might be incurable.

But now, it seemed… maybe it wasn’t impossible after all.

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