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

Chapter 447: Chapter 447: Items

But just having that finger wasn’t enough.

He also needed a way to heal that guy Imu, and not just heal him—he had to create psychological trauma in the process. Otherwise, everything would be for nothing.

He hadn’t chosen to buy the thing outright either, because that would be too foolish.

Sure, he had 12 million negative points, but right now, he should prioritize figuring out how to inflict psychological trauma on Imu.

Once he had a method, the negative points he’d gain from Imu would absolutely far exceed 12 million. He wouldn’t need to worry about running low afterward.

But the problem was, how could he pull that off?

Helpless, Vir could only browse the shop again. Right now, only the system could deliver results.

If Imu’s injuries were old wounds from years ago, he might not even be able to treat them.

But if Imu wasn’t injured at all and just wanted to boost his strength, then things might be a lot simpler.

No injuries? Then he’d have to create some first.

As long as he could get Imu to let him inflict some wounds himself, that would make it so much easier.

Because if the injuries were inflicted by him, the treatment method could be whatever he wanted.

As he pondered this, Vir quickly scanned through those rows of high-end items.

All of them were ridiculously expensive.

A moment later, he filtered out a few that might come in handy.

[Red Heart Wax]

Effect: Light it and drip the wax on the wound to gradually heal external injuries.

Price: 6,000,000

Note: During treatment, the patient may experience… peculiar sensations…

Review: Go ahead and have your fun.

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[Dog-Beating Whip]

Effect: Lash the patient’s injury with it to whip out the ’wound’ from inside their body. (Only for internal injuries)

Price: 5,000,000

Review: Your uncle can play with it.

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[Heavenly Canopy]

Effect: Projects everything within a two-meter radius around you to the entire world.

Price: 5,000,000

Review: Let me see how this works.

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These three seemed like they might actually be useful.

But Vir didn’t rush to redeem them. He’d wait until he met Imu and gauged his intentions before deciding what to get.

There were plenty of other options in the shop too.

With these, plus his trusty Vibro-Blade and the big wok, those should be enough.

And if Imu needed him to create the injuries himself, that would be perfect.

The best way to injure Imu? Poison, of course.

And if he were given the chance to poison him, he might not even need to obtain Imu’s physical attributes—he could take Imu down on the spot.

This was about all the preparation he could make right now.

His opponent this time was Imu, the King of the World. Even he couldn’t guarantee everything would go smoothly.

But at the very least, Imu wouldn’t be able to keep him there.

He could only take one step at a time and see how things unfolded.

The distance between Marine Headquarters and the Holy Land wasn’t far—their voyage took only half an hour.

This ship’s speed was seriously impressive.

Under Saturn’s guidance, Vir soon ascended the towering Red Line.

The opulent, almost ostentatiously luxurious Mary Geoise unfolded before Vir’s eyes.

A few of those bubble-helmeted pigs were faintly visible here and there, with an unusually high number of accompanying slaves.

Vir ignored them. With Saint Saturn leading the way, none of them caused any trouble.

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A moment later, a grand building loomed before Vir, majestic as the sun itself.

Towering, lavish, extravagant—words like that flooded Vir’s mind.

As he stepped inside, the interior was equally staggering.

It was all a sea of gold—this palace was forged from gold, or perhaps something even more precious that just happened to gleam yellow.

All the way in, Vir could only think: Not bad for the King of the World.

Before long, Saturn led him to a place like a sunlit greenhouse—Imu’s garden.

In the garden’s center stood a small pavilion, quietly enduring.

Inside the pavilion, Imu was already waiting.

After bringing Vir there, Saturn departed immediately. He had his own duties to attend to, especially in these special times.

With Saturn’s departure, the area fell instantly silent.

Imu simply observed Vir, her Observation Haki probing relentlessly.

She still hadn’t fully trusted Chiba. She was still investigating!

Vir, meanwhile, was observing Imu as well.

First off, he hadn’t expected Imu to be a woman!

Before his transmigration, that guy Oda hadn’t revealed Imu’s appearance yet.

Not just a woman, but a beauty—a bombshell with a killer figure.

But that wasn’t the point. What Vir was really checking for was whether Imu had any injuries.

From what he could see, Imu’s body appeared unscathed. Vir couldn’t spot anything off on the surface.

As for internals, he had no way to tell.

At a time like this, he didn’t dare use his own Observation Haki. If he exposed it now, it would all be over.

He had to stay steady. Rock-solid.

Imu’s scrutiny lasted a long time— a full five minutes before she finally relented.

If Vir’s Observation Haki hadn’t far surpassed hers, he might not have withstood the probe.

Lowering her guard, Imu waved a hand at Vir.

In an instant, a strange force emerged, gently pulling Vir toward her until he stood right in front of Imu.

Up close, Vir had just one thought about her.

She exuded the full majesty of an empress.

From those eyes that viewed life with indifference, overlooking all beings like walking garbage, to that face that forbade approach—everything radiated the unique allure of an empress.

But he still had to go through the motions.

“Who are you? What do you want with me?”

Vir furrowed his brow, feigning ignorance as he asked.

At his words, Imu ceased her observation of Vir. Only now did she fully drop her defenses, truly accepting his identity.

She was afraid too, after all.

The connection between Chiba’s identity and Vir’s was just too deep.

If anything went wrong, even she could end up losing everything.

Years of caution had become second nature.

But she never would have imagined that Vir, with strength only at Yonko level, could have Observation Haki that far outstripped hers.

“You don’t need to know who I am.”

“Can you enhance someone’s strength?”

Imu’s imperial voice rang out—pleasant to the ear, yet still laced with the overwhelming pressure of an empress.

Vir didn’t hide it. Or rather, she already knew; this was just procedure.

“Yeah, I can boost it by a tenth.”

“But it only works if I treat an injury first. You hurt?”

“No. What level of injury?”

“Not entirely sure. At least a serious one—maybe a severed limb or two.”

Vir’s words successfully furrowed Imu’s brow.

Not sure?

This guy actually didn’t know what level of injury was needed to boost strength? It made Imu, who had been planning to injure herself, hesitate.

And she had to hesitate.

Breaking a limb or suffering a severe injury—those are easy enough to arrange. She could just do it to herself.

But the problem now was, if she went through with it and this kid in front of her took one look at the wound and said he couldn’t treat it…

Well, that would be a disaster.

For someone of her level of power, fully recovering from a severe injury would require a massive expenditure of resources.

Betting on it like this would just make her look like an idiot.

If worst came to worst, she could always skip the strength enhancement step altogether. After all, it was just an extra layer of insurance for her plan. Without absolute certainty, she wouldn’t even attempt it.

“Are you sure you can heal a severely injured me?”

“Uh, I’m not entirely sure about that. I don’t even know who you are or how strong you are right now. I wouldn’t dare make a claim like that.”

Imu frowned at his response.

But she had to admit, Vir had a point. Treatment had to account for the patient’s specific condition.

Some medicines simply didn’t work on the truly powerful.

With that in mind, Imu decided to let Vir take a look first. If he couldn’t do it, they’d put the strength enhancement on hold for later.

No need to experiment at this critical juncture.

“So how can you be sure? Would Observation Haki be enough for you to probe?”

Imu asked again, and Vir nodded that it would.

It absolutely would. Normally, all it took was a scan with Observation Haki to gauge someone’s physical condition and strength.

That was how he usually assessed treatments—based on the patient’s physical prowess.

But that assumed your Observation Haki was stronger than theirs, or that they weren’t blocking you out.

In this case, it was clear Imu would have to lower her defenses and let him in.

She didn’t make a fuss about it and simply told him to go ahead.

Vir extended his Observation Haki carefully, calibrated to roughly match the level of strength he’d expect from Chiba—nothing too aggressive.

Thanks to Imu’s lack of resistance, Vir slipped in effortlessly and reached what he was after. But the deeper he probed, the more his brow furrowed.

No particular reason.

It was just that Imu’s physical condition was… overwhelmingly powerful.

Powerful in a way that defied imagination.

In the world of pirates, Whitebeard’s body was considered top-tier, but compared to Imu, Whitebeard paled in comparison.

Imu’s physique was at least twice as strong as Whitebeard’s!

In the world of One Piece, that kind of gap was bottomless.

If Whitebeard fought Imu, it would be a total rout. The sheer disparity in constitution would make every technique, every ability hit with utterly different force.

If he could get his hands on a body like that… he’d be explosively strong.

Imu, of course, caught the shock on Vir’s face. The corner of her mouth curved into a faint smile, adding an extra layer of allure to her features.

But… to Vir, it held zero appeal.

He had no intention of letting the little head overrule the big one.

A moment later, Vir withdrew his Observation Haki. Imu asked slowly, “Well?”

Vir shook his head slowly in response.

“No good. Your body is too powerful. I can’t treat it.”

The news left Imu a bit dejected. After all, this was a full ten percent boost to her strength—not a small amount by any measure, especially for someone like her.

She was tempted, no doubt.

But if it wasn’t possible, she wouldn’t dwell on it.

“If it can’t be done, then forget it. You may leave.”

Imu’s tone wasn’t as icy as before. With that, she waved her hand, ready to send Vir on his way.

But at that exact moment, Vir—who still had his brow furrowed—spoke up again.

“It’s not completely impossible, though.”

“If you were the one to inflict a severe injury on yourself, then I truly couldn’t heal it.”

“But if I do the damage… I can heal it with one hundred percent certainty.”

Vir’s confident words sparked a glint of interest in Imu’s eyes.

She didn’t think Vir had any way to hurt her—let alone severely. She knew better than anyone just how formidable her body was.

And she had a clear read on this kid’s power level, too.

Injuring her at all would be a struggle for him; severe injury was out of the question.

So where did he get off saying something like that with such assurance?

“Explain.”

Imu prompted.

Vir didn’t beat around the bush.

“Poison.”

“To injure your body—severely, even—the only way would be poison. And if it’s poison doing the work, then all I’d need to do is administer the antidote.”

“No need to worry about your body’s resilience at all.”

Imu’s brow furrowed again at that. Poison was insidious stuff, after all—not something to take lightly.

She had to concede the method was solid.

Provided the one administering the poison was trustworthy.

As far as her knowledge of this guy went, he was just a Marine doctor. And she was supposed to let him poison her on that basis?

Imu sank into thought.

Vir didn’t interrupt.

The option was on the table now. He desperately wanted to go through with the treatment, but he couldn’t let that show—not even a hint.

One slip, one sign of anything off, and it would all go up in smoke.

Still, Vir figured Imu would probably agree.

The reason? …Chiba was too weak.

From her perspective, she could control the entire situation with absolute certainty. No reason to turn down such a lucrative reward.

The stronger you were, the more precious that ten percent became.

After a moment’s contemplation, Imu didn’t disappoint his expectations. She agreed.

She did have her doubts—why would this guy even have a poison strong enough to cripple her like that?

But it didn’t matter.

“Fine. But you give me the antidote first.”

Her condition was perfectly reasonable, and Vir had no grounds to refuse.

With consensus reached, Vir produced the corrosive poison he’d poured massive effort into crafting not long ago.

Its potency was ferocious. He’d originally designed it for airborne transmission, with the gas seeping straight through the skin.

Even a light brush of the skin would drop a Marine Vice Admiral on the spot. Prolonged exposure? Straight to corroded sludge.

Even an Admiral fighting within its range couldn’t last three minutes.

And their combat ability would degrade steadily the whole time.

The sheer power of it was obvious.

It hadn’t seen action yet, but as an ace in the hole, whipping it up had been the right call.

Now, on top of its already terrifying potency, Vir had added a toxin he’d obtained from Zero earlier that day, doubling its lethality.

Most importantly, he wasn’t going to disperse the poison through the air now.

He was going to pour it.

Right onto the skin.

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