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

Chapter 433: Chapter 433: The Sky Had Fallen!

Kizaru was a little flustered.

But Vir remained calm and composed.

He casually rolled up his sleeves, gripping the vicious-looking chainsaw in his hand. Its buzzing roar filled the small room, loud and grating.

Stepping toward Kizaru, the smile on Vir’s face grew increasingly menacing.

Kizaru, who had been a bit rattled just moments ago, suddenly felt a strangely familiar sensation emanating from this kid in front of him.

The instant that feeling hit, Kizaru’s expression changed.

No way. There’s no way this kid actually learned that, right?

Even that smile was so perfectly on point.

If not for the fact that he couldn’t find any flaws in the young man before him, he would have shouted to arrest him on the spot.

It was uncanny—too uncanny.

From the mannerisms to the movements, everything was identical to that guy.

Kizaru’s heart raced, his composure slipping.

He’d initially thought this was half a joke, but now he genuinely wanted to yell, “I’m done for!”

“Admiral Kizaru, no need to panic. It’ll be over soon.” Vir said with a sinister grin, piling on the psychological pressure.

Vir had already assessed Kizaru’s condition.

It wouldn’t do to say he was uninjured, but if you said he was injured, it seemed like all he had were superficial wounds.

Well, except for his face.

The main reason Sengoku believed Kizaru’s story was that bruised, swollen face of his. It was hard not to believe him with that kind of evidence.

But a banged-up face didn’t exactly stop someone from working. Vir hadn’t been lying earlier.

As for the treatment plan, there was no need for anything overly complicated.

The chainsaw was just to scare Kizaru.

Vir had already prepared the real treatment.

After the Summit War, Vir made a rough assessment of the injuries to several key Marine figures.

Sure, it was just visual observation, but he could tell most of what he needed to know.

So Kizaru’s case wasn’t unexpected to him.

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[Rejuvenation Shot]

Function: When injected into the injured area, it restores all wounds within a 20-centimeter radius around the injection site to their original state.

Note: The affected area will exhibit symptoms of rejuvenation. Use with caution.

Price: 4,000,000

Evaluation: Use carefully. Effects vary greatly depending on the injection site!

—

This item was bought specifically for Kizaru—to give him a psychological blow he’d never forget.

The effects varied depending on where the shot was administered.

Vir had analyzed the formula. At its core, it was a drug that relaxed everything in the affected area, putting it into a sort of “sage mode”.

The item description didn’t mention this—it was something Vir figured out through his own research.

If injected into someone’s face, there was a high chance they’d revert to their youthful appearance. Or maybe even their infant appearance.

Vir wasn’t entirely sure. The system didn’t specify.

But if you weren’t happy with the result and wanted to change it? There was a way.

Since the drug’s principle was to relax the affected area, all you had to do was tense up.

As long as you kept your whole body tense, the drug’s effects wouldn’t be an issue.

But if you relaxed for too long, you’d slip back into that youthful state.

Wasn’t this the perfect “workaholic package” tailor-made for Uncle Kizaru?

Once this was used on him, wouldn’t it completely destroy his slacker tendencies?

If that didn’t break him, what would?

Kizaru’s mental defenses were tough to crack. Without some serious tactics, Vir might not be able to take him down.

This drug had to be the heavy hitter. No other way around it.

Sure, the effect only lasted a month, but that was more than enough.

After his detour through Whitebeard’s territory, Vir had racked up a whopping 9.7 million negative points. Adding the leftovers from before and what he gained there, that was his total.

Buying this item was a piece of cake.

Honestly, that trip to Whitebeard’s turf had been a wild ride. Not only did he snag a top-tier magnetism skill, but his Observation Haki had reached its absolute peak.

That massive Thunder Bagua he’d unleashed earlier—sure, he had charged it up for a long time, but without the magnetism boost, it wouldn’t have been nearly as devastating.

It had forced two veteran Marines to go all out just to counter it. Even if they’d acted on the fly, their combined strength was no joke.

And yet, they’d only barely managed to neutralize it.

That Thunder Bagua’s power spoke for itself.

Seeing the increasingly unnatural look on Kizaru’s face, Vir grinned and stowed the chainsaw. With a casual toss into the air, it vanished.

His mastery of steam left everyone around him dumbfounded.

But his actions left Kizaru utterly confused.

What was this guy doing?

Why put it away?

Was he not going to treat him anymore?

Under Kizaru’s puzzled gaze, Vir smiled warmly and said, “Just messing with you. How was my performance?”

Vir’s half-joking words left Kizaru even more bewildered.

Huh?

It was really just an act?

Kizaru knew it. There was no way this kid had learned something that ridiculous.

At best, he’d picked up some basic tricks like giving shots or prescribing medicine.

No way a rookie like him could pull off something that big.

But to claim he’d mastered eighty percent of it? That was straight-up nonsense.

Once this was over, Kizaru was definitely going to grill him about what was going on.

How dare this kid try to scare him?

And the worst part? It had actually worked for a split second.

“Alright. Whatever treatment you’ve got, bring it out. Don’t waste everyone’s time.” Kizaru said, still skeptical of Vir’s medical skills.

But since Sengoku had ordered him to let Vir try, he’d have to go along with it, even if it didn’t work.

The crowd, who’d been thrilled when Vir pulled out the chainsaw, had been buzzing with excitement.

It’s him! It’s really him!

He’d actually learned that—the same chainsaw therapy, the same smile.

He’d really done it.

Everyone in the room knew what that meant.

But just as their excitement peaked, Vir said it was a joke.

That one sentence nearly broke their backs.

A joke? You’re joking about this?

How could something like this be a joke?

Sengoku’s brow furrowed, and even Akainu looked displeased.

Joking around in a situation like this wasn’t exactly commendable.

Still, the crowd held onto a sliver of hope for Vir.

What if he had another trick up his sleeve?

But all those hopes vanished when Vir pulled out a completely ordinary syringe.

A flicker of disappointment flashed in Sengoku’s eyes, mirrored by the forlorn expression on Dean Lys’s face behind him.

The person holding the Den Den Mushi waved a hand in silent exasperation.

The syringe Vir had pulled out was just too ordinary. So ordinary, in fact, that it was downright suspicious.

That guy would never use something like this to treat his patients.

Could this Chiba kid really be lying?

Had he not learned a single thing from Vir?

But that didn’t add up. Vir himself had just said, clear as day, that the kid had mastered his techniques.

There was no reason for that guy to lie.

Sengoku, utterly baffled, stayed silent, his eyes tinged with doubt as he fixed them on Vir’s every move.

When Vir produced the syringe, Kizaru, standing in front of him, was equally convinced.

This guy was full of hot air.

He’d never seen something like a syringe on that guy.

You could ask that guy to pull out any construction tool, and he’d have it in a heartbeat.

But good luck finding a single roll of gauze, a bottle of alcohol, or even a syringe in his medical kit.

Holding a syringe and claiming he learned from that guy? What a joke.

Where would he even learn that? That guy probably didn’t know how to use one himself.

Kizaru’s tense posture gradually relaxed.

The strained expression on his face melted back into his usual sleazy grin.

The lazy uncle was back online.

“Come on, kid~ Let’s see what that little needle of yours can do~”

Kizaru’s casual tone made Vir chuckle.

Alright, alright, you’re pretty bold, huh?

Without wasting words, Vir stepped forward, syringe in his right hand. He leaned in slightly and jabbed the needle into Kizaru’s cheekbone.

The syringe wasn’t large—just the standard kind you’d use for a shot in the rear.

With a steady push, Vir injected the entire dose into Kizaru’s face.

Kizaru, however, maintained his breezy, sleazy demeanor.

He didn’t feel a thing from the injection.

This only confirmed his suspicions—this kid hadn’t learned squat.

That guy’s methods were never this gentle.

If it were him, a flip-flop would have been the first thing stomping on Kizaru’s face.

As Vir slowly withdrew the needle, Kizaru asked with a relaxed grin, “Done~?”

“Yup, done. Should take effect any second now.”

Vir’s words made Kizaru smirk again.

Take effect? What could that tiny dose do? He’d been poked with plenty of needles here over the past few days.

What was this little thing supposed to accomplish?

Make him laugh?

Kizaru’s face was full of disdain.

But the moment Vir finished speaking, an “effect” indeed appeared on his face.

The surrounding crowd’s eyes widened instantly.

The group, who had been so dismissive moments ago, now leaned in closer.

The guy with the Den Den Mushi hurriedly powered it back on, fumbling to aim it at Kizaru.

Kizaru’s face—previously bruised, swollen, covered in slash wounds, with a slight dent in his left cheek—was undergoing a dramatic transformation.

The swollen areas began to shrink rapidly.

The purple and blue patches started fading back to their original color.

The gash on his chin, deep enough to expose bone, was healing at an astonishing rate.

The dented left cheek puffed back up, as if being filled with water.

Kizaru only felt a slight itch on his face, but seeing the gobsmacked expressions around him, he was at a loss.

Was it that crazy? Why were they all acting like this?

Sure, his face, which had been aching on and off, felt fine now.

But did they have to react this much?

Vir tossed the syringe into a nearby trash bin and casually grabbed a mirror from the table, handing it to Kizaru.

Taking it nonchalantly, Kizaru glanced at his reflection—and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.

The confused look on his face turned to sheer disbelief.

It was… fixed?

His face, actually healed from that one shot?

Just one injection?

Looking at his completely restored face, the astonishment on Kizaru’s face was now unmistakable.

No way. No freaking way!

This kid… he actually learned something.

Kizaru couldn’t hide his astonishment.

Damn it—he really did learn something from that guy.

At this rate of recovery, it really was comparable.

The only difference… was the lack of brutality.

This treatment had felt no different than sipping a cup of tea. That guy’s methods would never be so gentle.

The crowd stared at Kizaru’s fully healed face, their shock impossible to conceal.

Soon, their faces lit up with wild joy.

Their expressions grew more and more ecstatic.

This kid actually learned something!

He really learned it!

It worked, and so fast, with no side effects, and the treatment wasn’t even painful.

This… this was perfect!

The Marines’ revival was truly within reach!

As Fleet Admiral, Sengoku kept his expression under control.

But inside, he was over the moon.

From this moment on, this kid was one of the Marines’ top technical assets!

The crowd, after their initial shock, erupted in cheers.

Even Kizaru looked at Vir with newfound respect.

This kid was something else.

He had endured that guy’s methods and actually come out learning something.

When Akainu said this kid had the potential to be an Admiral, Kizaru hadn’t believed it.

But now he did.

This kid was no ordinary person.

Just as Kizaru was about to say a few words to Vir, a sudden wave of gasps echoed around them.

“Ah—Admiral Kizaru! Your face!”

The shout instantly drew everyone’s eyes back to Kizaru’s face.

Before Kizaru could even process what was happening, Sengoku, the closest to him, let out an “Oh!” with an exaggerated expression.

A quick glance around showed everyone else wearing the same look.

Kizaru, utterly confused, raised the mirror again.

One look, and he nearly choked on his own breath.

His once gallant, righteous, handsome face was gone.

In its place was a chubby, baby-like face.

No, not even a baby—it was straight-up an infant!

Staring at his reflection, Kizaru was frozen, unable to process it.

For a middle-aged man like him, at that moment, the sky had fallen…

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