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

Big Mom’s furious roar was now right at their doorstep.

The three inside the room instantly paled.

They didn’t even need to see her; just hearing that voice told them the situation was extremely dire.

Just moments ago, Brûlée had been skeptical, refusing to believe it. Now, her legs were trembling with fear.

Smoothie’s eyes widened, a flicker of terror crossing her face.

Those who failed to report news to Mama were locked away.

But her situation now was far worse than simply hiding information.

This was betrayal—blatant, unforgivable betrayal.

Smoothie, who usually squeezed others without a second thought, now felt a chill of fear.

Panic crept into her expression.

“Brûlée! Get to the mirror with Smoothie! Hurry! Run!”

Before anyone could react, Big Mom’s massive figure tore through every obstacle, looming before them.

Gripping Napoleon, her face burned with rage, practically spilling over.

Without hesitation, her long blade swung toward Brûlée.

That swing would’ve ended Brûlée on the spot.

Katakuri’s shout didn’t snap Brûlée out of it—she was already paralyzed with fear.

Big Mom’s murderous aura was far too much for someone as weak as her to handle.

At that critical moment, the towering Smoothie scooped Brûlée up and dove toward the mirror in front of them.

“Where do you think you’re going?!”

Zeus shouted, a bolt of lightning instantly arriving at the backs of the two fleeing women.

Its terrifying power disintegrated everything in its path.

But just as it was about to strike their backs, Katakuri, with a resolute expression, stepped in front.

“Shield!”

With a low growl, a massive, dark mochi shield sprang up from the ground.

*Zap!*

Lightning clashed with mochi, erupting in a blinding flash.

But the mochi melted rapidly. In mere moments, the giant shield had shrunk by more than half.

With the arrival of the burning Napoleon, the shield shattered instantly.

*Crack!*

Big Mom’s blade slammed into the mirror.

It shattered into pieces.

But she let out a furious scream: “Damn you, Katakuri! You dare defy me too?!”

Brûlée and Smoothie had slipped into the mirror world at the last second.

Big Mom’s attack hadn’t touched them.

Katakuri stood silently, watching as Big Mom vented her rage.

He knew he wasn’t likely to walk away from this.

Yet he felt no fear facing her.

When he learned Mama planned to kill him for being “useless”, he stopped being her son.

And when she turned on his little sister, any fear he had for her vanished.

“Katakuri! Hand over Brûlée, and I might spare you to keep serving me!”

Big Mom’s barely-contained fury twisted her face into something grotesque.

But that question wasn’t getting an answer.

Seeing Katakuri’s lack of response, Big Mom’s patience wore thin.

“Fine! Then you’ll die in her place, you useless fool!”

With that, she showed no mercy. Stepping on Prometheus, wielding Napoleon, she unleashed the full aura of an Emperor.

In that moment, Katakuri was reminded of one thing.

The gap between him and the woman before him.

But even knowing that, he didn’t flinch.

“Since you want to die! Then, die!”

—

Marine Base.

Inside the hospital.

Vir slowly opened his eyes, sitting up slightly.

Looking dazed, he quickly scanned his surroundings.

“Where… am I? Did I… transmigrate? *Cough, cough.* Wasn’t I supposed to be studying medicine?”

Vir mumbled, confused, but the people in the room weren’t the type to miss a whisper.

Seeing Chiba slowly sit up, Akainu—battered and wincing with every movement—didn’t hesitate to press the service light by his bed.

Soon, the room was crowded.

Dean Lys led the charge, with Momousagi hovering by the bedside, concern etched on her face.

They’d been waiting for this moment. If it weren’t for the need to keep things quiet for the Admirals, they’d have camped out here.

“How are you feeling? Any discomfort? We didn’t find any physical issues on our end, but how do you feel yourself?” Lys said urgently, barely containing his eagerness to ask more.

Hearing this, Vir also pretended to assess his body, then shook his head in confusion.

“That young girl—you know her? You two were dumped in the Marine plaza by that guy, Vir.” Momousagi said.

Vir’s gaze shifted to Shirahoshi. He nodded firmly.

“Yeah, I know her. I… saved her. Her parents were both killed by pirates right in front of her. Those pirates wanted to do something to her, but fortunately I arrived in time…”

Vir’s casual words silenced the room.

Everyone’s eyes turned to Shirahoshi, now tinged with sympathy.

Such a beautiful girl, with such a tragic past.

“You did good.” Momousagi said, patting Vir’s shoulder with approval.

“After that ordeal, she’s become really timid. Be careful not to scare her.”

“Don’t worry! We’re Marines.”

“Yeah, Chiba, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Poor girl, those damned pirates!”

Vir’s words sparked a wave of agreement. After a round of cursing pirates, everyone’s attention shifted back to him.

“Chiba…” Lys started, but Vir raised a hand to cut him off.

He knew what they wanted to ask.

No point hiding it—he laid it all out.

As he spoke, his voice was the only sound in the room.

While talking, Vir got out of bed and poured himself a glass of water.

Seeing him move so casually, the others finally believed he was unharmed.

Five minutes later, Vir finished recounting everything that had happened.

The room’s atmosphere shifted to disbelief.

“What? You’re serious?”

“You learned eighty percent of his medical skills? That’s impossible!”

“You picked it up that fast?”

The chatter was cut short by Vir’s next words.

“Cough… He kept beating me half to death, then used me to demonstrate how to treat the injuries.”

The room went silent.

The skepticism in their eyes turned to sympathy.

Everyone knew how brutal that guy’s treatment methods were.

Yet he had endured it.

Not only that—he actually learned medicine through it.

In that moment, their sympathy turned to admiration.

Chiba, that kid, was a real badass.

Even Akainu, watching intently from the side, showed a glint of approval in his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching upward.

This kid had the makings of an Admiral.

To survive that beastly treatment—most wouldn’t last a single round.

But Chiba not only endured, he learned from it while being patched up.

Unbelievable.

“Chiba kid, you’re really not a simple character, huh.”

At that moment, a voice came from outside, and soon after, Sengoku, draped in the Marine’s coat of justice, strode into the room.

The moment everyone saw him enter, they hurriedly saluted.

“Fleet Admiral!”

“Hm.”

With a brief acknowledgment, Sengoku turned his gaze toward Vir.

On the surface, he remained calm, but Vir could clearly sense a wave of Observation Haki scanning him.

However, his Mimic ability wasn’t so easily seen through. What’s more, his own Observation Haki could now manipulate the results of such scans at will.

It didn’t take long before Sengoku, his face stern, broke into a smile.

“Chiba, you really learned it?”

“That’s right.”

“You should know about his healing abilities—capable of doing some truly unbelievable things.”

“I can do it now too.”

As soon as Vir said this, Sengoku surged forward, grabbing Vir’s hand with his remaining right hand.

His expression carried a hint of excitement.

“Good! That’s exactly what I wanted to hear!”

“As you can see, everyone here has sustained serious injuries. But because that damn Whitebeard was healed and became even stronger, our doctors are completely helpless against the destructive power of his Tremor-Tremor Fruit.”

“Do you have the confidence to heal these injuries?”

“Hardly anyone here is lightly hurt.”

As he spoke, Sengoku pulled Vir to his feet and led him to check on the conditions of the three injured people in the room.

But after just one look, Vir came to a conclusion.

“I can’t say for sure whether I can fully heal them. After all, I haven’t actually practiced since learning the technique.”

“But one thing’s certain—Admiral Kizaru is already fit to carry out missions.”

Vir’s calm, almost nonchalant words dealt a massive psychological blow to Kizaru, who was lying in the hospital bed.

The pained expression Kizaru had been putting on for Sengoku’s sake vanished instantly.

In its place was a look of utter bewilderment.

Looking at Vir’s composed expression, Kizaru’s thoughts raced wildly.

‘What the hell?! I’m just lying here, minding my own business! What did I ever do to you?’

‘You come in and immediately drop this bombshell?’

‘You could’ve at least said I’m almost recovered, or been a little more subtle!’

‘But no—”he’s already fit to carry out missions.”‘

‘Thanks for the diagnosis, buddy!’

Kizaru was so furious he could’ve stabbed Vir right then and there.

He was itching with rage, his teeth practically grinding.

Noticing Sengoku’s increasingly disapproving gaze, Kizaru started to panic slightly.

“Kizaru, didn’t you just say you feel pain all over every time you move? How do you explain this ‘fit for missions’ business?” Sengoku asked, his face deadly serious.

“Fleet Admiral~ I’m really badly injured.” Kizaru said, his expression like he was constipated.

Before Sengoku could respond, Vir jumped in.

“Fleet Admiral! Since Admiral Kizaru says he’s badly injured, but I think he’s the least injured of all…”

“Why don’t we let me test my medical skills on him first?”

Vir’s words left Kizaru momentarily stunned.

The words he was about to say got stuck in his throat once again.

Thinking about that guy’s freakish techniques, Kizaru felt a shiver of dread.

This kid just said he learned eighty percent of that guy’s medical skills.

The style of surgery probably wouldn’t be too different.

Faced with the options—treatment with that kind of method or going back to work—Kizaru made his choice in less than a second.

“Fleet Admiral! I think I’m fine now. I’ll head back to work!”

With that, Kizaru started to get up.

But Sengoku pushed him back down onto the bed.

“That’s not what you said earlier. Honestly, I also think you’re badly injured. Getting you treated first shouldn’t be an issue.”

“Chiba! Here, or should we move to another place?”

Sengoku’s tone left no room for argument, and Kizaru was starting to lose it.

‘What the hell?’

‘What is this nonsense?!’

‘I’m really not that badly injured! There’s no need for treatment!’

‘What kind of world is this where you’re forced to get treated?’

‘Don’t I even have the right to refuse?’

‘If I’d known, I would’ve just checked out earlier. Now I’m screwed. Done for.’

Looking at Vir’s smug grin, Kizaru clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.

The reason Vir went straight for Kizaru was simple. If he didn’t target him first, he’d slip away.

He had to be the first.

If Kizaru got away, there might never be another chance to treat him.

After all, this guy rarely got injured.

And when he did, it was always minor.

No need for treatment at all.

This was pretty much the only shot.

And thankfully, Vir seized it.

“No need to change places. Right here is fine. Admiral Kizaru’s injuries aren’t severe. This will be quick.”

Hearing this, everyone hurriedly stepped back.

Lys even called for his subordinates to bring out a recording Den Den Mushi.

If this kid really learned the real deal, that footage would need frame-by-frame analysis later.

Seeing there was no escape, Kizaru gave up resisting.

He didn’t believe anyone could actually replicate that guy’s insane healing techniques.

At best, it was probably just surface-level mimicry.

Let him try. If things went south, Kizaru could always stop it.

With that thought, he lay back down.

He even dropped the act, pulling out a half-finished cup of tea he’d hurriedly stashed in a drawer and took a couple of sips.

He looked completely relaxed.

Not a trace of worry.

“Chiba kid! Do you need any tools? I can have someone fetch them.” Sengoku asked, frowning as he noticed Vir’s empty hands.

But Vir just smiled and shook his head.

“No need. I brought my own!”

As soon as he spoke, the sudden roar of a chainsaw filled the room!

When they looked again, a chainsaw had appeared in Chiba’s hand.

Before anyone could ask, Vir explained, “My steam can make objects invisible. I’ve been carrying this chainsaw with me the whole time.”

“Admiral Kizaru, you’d better lie still…”

With a faint smile, Vir slowly approached Kizaru, step by step.

Kizaru was clearly not as relaxed anymore. His butt clenched tight.

A flicker of panic crossed his face.

His body instinctively leaned back.

“Uh, if I say I’m really fine now, would you believe me?”

TL Note: For those wondering, Lys is a new character and is not a mistranslation of Rogu. Probably… I think.

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