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

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: The Doughnut Plan

When that massive wok appeared, the situation on the scene became chaotic.

Teach’s screams grew even louder.

Old Ma and Old White’s expressions darkened.

Katakuri looked somewhat dazed.

Brûlée fell to the ground in shock.

Vir hadn’t possessed this giant pot for very long.

But its story was clearly anything but short.

Shirahoshi looked at Vir with confusion, unsure why he had brought out such a large thing.

Although she knew he was an excellent cook…

But wasn’t the priority now to heal this big guy?

What was he planning to do with a wok?

Shirahoshi’s innocent, puzzled expression wasn’t too different from the siblings’ looks, though there were still noticeable differences.

When Brûlée and Katakuri saw the pot, their hearts skipped a beat.

Yet, they clung to a sliver of hope.

After all…

Vir had also taken out a large assortment of medicinal herbs.

What if—just what if—he was planning to brew a medicine?

Right?

That would make sense, wouldn’t it?

After taking out the giant pot, Vir immediately began heating it with white flames.

In no time, it was glowing red-hot.

Then, Vir suddenly grabbed Katakuri.

This move made both siblings’ hearts stop for half a beat.

Brûlée rushed forward to stop him.

“Doctor! Doctor! What are you doing, doctor?! We’ve only just met—isn’t it a bit inappropriate to invite us for a meal already?!”

Brûlée stared at Vir in horror as she asked.

She was truly terrified.

That cauldron was blazing so hot she could feel the scorching heat from meters away.

If Katakuri was thrown inside, how could he possibly survive?

Although Vir was only in a starting posture and might not actually intend to toss Katakuri in, Brûlée didn’t dare take that risk.

What if he did?

What if Vir really planned to throw him in?

Soon enough, Vir used his actions to prove to her—there were no what-ifs!

“No worries. So what if we’re not familiar? I’m great at turning strangers into close acquaintances!”

Katakuri stood over four meters tall—

Yet Vir grabbed his leg, gave a mighty swing, and hurled him straight into the wok.

In midair, Katakuri’s face twisted with pure terror.

Though he was a man known for calmness,

in a moment like this, who could stay composed?

The scene nearly scared Brûlée to death.

“Aaaaaah!”

She screamed, hands reaching forward desperately, trying to catch Katakuri.

Her terrified expression was now no less intense than Teach’s on the other side.

But she was too late to grab her brother.

All she could do was watch helplessly as he fell into the scorching, red-hot iron pot.

As he landed, the sounds of sizzling and charring immediately filled the air.

Watching Katakuri being stir-fried inside the pot, Brûlée lost her balance and fell to the ground once again.

At this moment, she couldn’t help but wonder if Vir’s true intention was to kill Katakuri.

After all, tossing someone into a giant iron pot for stir-frying…

Under normal circumstances, it might be one thing, but now, Katakuri had been pushed to the brink of exhaustion.

He couldn’t even use Armament Haki.

The only advantage he had left was his naturally tougher body compared to ordinary people.

But would that be enough?

Brûlée looked at the pot, which had already burned a hole through the deck, and felt the intense heat making the entire ship scalding hot.

She silently lowered her head.

What was the point?

If he wasn’t burned to ashes instantly, that would already be a miracle.

Surviving?

Impossible.

No matter how hard she thought, she never expected this guy to actually use a giant pot to stew a person.

He was truly insane.

If this worked, it would be nothing short of supernatural!

Brûlée was on the verge of breaking down.

But then, Vir began adding various medicinal herbs to the pot—ones that clearly looked incredibly valuable.

This made Brûlée uncertain again.

If he really just wanted to kill her brother, would he go to such lengths to make it look convincing?

Could it be… that this was actually a method of treatment?!

The thought crossed Brûlée’s mind, astonishing even herself.

But as she watched Vir occasionally adding ingredients and constantly flipping the pot to stir its contents, she truly couldn’t make sense of it.

Is this how doctors treat people nowadays?

Shirahoshi, standing behind Brûlée, wore a similarly bewildered expression.

She too was stunned by what she saw.

She thought he was going to cook a meal, but it turned out he was cooking a person.

How could such scorching heat possibly heal anyone?

Wouldn’t it just kill him?

Shirahoshi was brimming with curiosity.

Her wide eyes were filled with curiosity—

But when a scream ripped from the cauldron, that curiosity was instantly crushed.

“AAAHHH!!”

Katakuri was losing it.

Being thrown into a red-hot iron pot for no reason was one thing, but the temperature was absurdly high! In just a few seconds, the heat had nearly numbed his entire body.

Yet, for some reason, no matter how scorching it was, his sense of touch remained acutely clear.

He had tried to endure it for a few seconds, but soon, the bone-deep burning sensation forced a scream out of him.

To make matters worse, the “chef” kept adjusting his position, making sure every part of his body made full contact with the pot’s surface.

Wielding a giant spatula, Vir occasionally poked him, occasionally flipped the pot, turning him over.

Ensuring the heat was thoroughly applied to his entire body.

Katakuri’s screams made Brûlée burst into tears.

“Brother! Katakuri-niisan! You have to hold on!”

Brûlée shouted desperately. But her cries resulted in a windfall for Vir.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 200,000 negative points!]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 80,000 negative points!]

As the system notifications rang out, Katakuri’s screams suddenly stopped.

His sister’s concern reminded him of his current predicament.

No.

Even if he died, he couldn’t let his image crumble in front of his sister!

He was her invincible older brother!

Absolutely not!

Katakuri clenched his jaw shut.

His long, moray eel-like mouth was now tightly closed.

He stopped screaming, though low groans still escaped occasionally.

But this very reaction sparked an idea in the “chef’s” mind.

If he weren’t busy stir-frying, Vir would have smacked his thigh in realization.

He almost forgot!

Katakuri was someone who deeply cared about pride.

Well, not exactly—he just wanted to maintain his image in front of his younger siblings.

In front of enemies, he was more flexible.

But that was enough!

This alone was sufficient to make Katakuri provide a massive amount of negative points!

Didn’t he not want his siblings to see his “unsightly” large mouth?

Then let them all see it!

Didn’t he never let his back touch the ground?

Well, now it would!

Didn’t he love eating doughnuts?

Then let him eat!

In an instant, a plan formed in Vir’s mind.

Originally, after the massage, Katakuri would have been fully healed.

But now, things had changed!

After the massage, he would need to take some medicine.

And as for that medicine?

Of course, it would be super delicious doughnuts~

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