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

Chapter 434: Chapter 434: Alright, Alright, So That’s How We’re Playing?

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 700,000 negative points!]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for acquiring the ability: Light Manipulation!]

[Light Manipulation: You can generate and manipulate light!]

No surprises here—Vir had straight-up snagged Kizaru’s Glint-Glint Fruit power.

This also meant that the baby face Kizaru was now sporting had successfully broken the man.

Otherwise, there’s no way Vir would’ve unlocked this ability.

At this moment, Kizaru stared into the mirror at his new face—a face no longer sleazy or shady.

He genuinely felt like the sky had come crashing down.

A mighty Marine Admiral like him, reduced to this?

Kizaru didn’t usually care about his appearance, but that was only when his vibe was his signature sleazy charm!

What was this nonsense?

Forget sleazy—this face was the polar opposite of sleazy!

This face looked dumb and pure, like some innocent kid.

It’d look fine on anyone else, but on Kizaru? It gave off a nauseating vibe.

Maybe Kizaru’s old image was just too deeply ingrained in everyone’s minds, but this new face was downright jarring.

Everyone around him grimaced and averted their eyes.

One more glance, and their stomachs might’ve exploded on the spot.

Kizaru naturally noticed their reactions, which only crushed his already fragile mindset even further.

At that moment, all his doubts were gone.

Yes. This was exactly what it was.

But if the victim was him… then laughing it off was impossible.

Looking at Vir beside him, Kizaru’s expression had turned truly ugly.

With a trembling voice, he asked:

“W-What’s going on here?”

“It’s a side effect, Admiral Kizaru!” Vir replied casually.

“Didn’t I mention it just now? After taking the medicine, any injury heals instantly, but your face turns into a baby’s.”

Vir’s nonchalant, almost flippant attitude made Kizaru’s back molars clench so hard they could’ve cracked.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 300,000 negative points!]

Did you say that?

What, did you leave your vocal cords at home, or did we forget to bring our ears?!

This is such critical information, and you didn’t even hint at it! If you had, there’s no way I’d be sitting here so calmly!

And now, after everything’s already happened, this kid is still making jokes.

He has really learned well.

Not only had he picked up that guy’s medical skills, but also his infuriating way of talking!

The last shred of Kizaru’s self-control was the only thing stopping him from lunging at Vir.

This wasn’t about Kizaru having a bad temper.

Everyone knew what kind of guy Kizaru was—an honest, laid-back man. But if even he was pissed enough to want to curse, you could imagine the psychological trauma this caused.

“H-How do I get back to normal?” Kizaru managed to ask.

As an Admiral, he quickly regained his composure. The situation had happened, so solving it was the priority.

His speech was clear now, a sign of how calm he’d forced himself to be.

“It’s simple to fix!” Vir said.

Kizaru’s eyes lit up, and he let out a huge sigh of relief.

It’s fixable. Thank the seas, it’s fixable.

“What do I need to do~?” Kizaru asked, wiping nonexistent sweat from his brow.

Vir didn’t waste words. He jumped straight into an experiment.

First, he had Sengoku order Kizaru to completely melt a large tree outside.

A bewildered Kizaru complied, raising a hand and firing a laser. The tree was instantly engulfed in an explosive blaze.

But when he turned back, he saw the shocked expressions on everyone’s faces.

Kizaru froze, his brain kicking into overdrive.

He grabbed a mirror and checked—sure enough, his original face was back.

What had he just done? Just followed Fleet Admiral Sengoku’s orders and took out a tree.

Wait.

Could it be?

Did he have to do work to revert his face?

Hiss—

Kizaru sucked in a sharp breath, his expression growing more horrified by the second.

No, something was off. Way off.

This seemed too simple. The condition couldn’t be that, right…?

Clinging to a sliver of hope, his heart pounding, Kizaru asked, “W-What’s going on? What’s the principle behind this?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Vir replied, giving Kizaru a look that questioned his intelligence.

“You only revert when you’re working hard and focused. If you slack off or relax for more than ten minutes, your face turns back.”

The moment Vir finished, silence fell over the room.

Everyone looked at Kizaru strangely.

Who didn’t know his work ethic?

To force him to keep working to maintain his face? Wasn’t that a bit… too cruel?

Only one person in the room couldn’t stop grinning.

Sengoku was barely holding back laughter, but Kizaru’s near-shutdown expression made him choke it down.

Work? Genius! This kid was an absolute genius.

To slap a restriction like “working” on Kizaru of all people?

For anyone else, it’d be normal. But for Kizaru? Everyone else found it downright savage. You get the picture.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 1,500,000 negative points!]

Hiss~!

How many?

The sudden system prompt nearly scared Vir out of his skin.

One point five million.

One point five million in one go.

Holy smokes, Uncle, you’re truly generous, aren’t you?

One point five million Negative Points was a new record—a historic haul!

It was just “working”. Was it really that bad?

Vir was starting to question his dear uncle’s reaction.

He knew this would break the guy, but he didn’t expect it to break him this hard.

This wasn’t just breaking him—it was breaking him and one-shotting him into oblivion.

Kizaru’s eyes were glazed, his earlier flicker of hope frozen on his face.

Now the sky really had collapsed.

It’s over. It’s all over…

Seeing Kizaru’s faith crumbling, Sengoku hurriedly stepped forward and patted his shoulder.

“Come on, Kizaru! It’s nothing! Just work! Keep working and it’ll be fine!”

“Unc—ahem, Admiral Kizaru! It only lasts a month. No need to worry too much!” Vir added.

Having pocketed the points, Vir was in high spirits.

But seeing Kizaru looking like his life had lost all color, Vir felt a pang of guilt.

At Vir’s words, a spark of light returned to Kizaru’s eyes.

“That’s right, Kizaru!” Sengoku said, his wide grin showing he was genuinely thrilled for him. “It’s just a month! For now, go patrol the Marine base. Once we’re done here, I’ll assign you some lighter tasks!”

Sengoku’s smile was bigger than the day he’d been promoted to Fleet Admiral.

Those words seemed to yank Kizaru’s long-gone soul back into his body.

The sound of Sengoku’s abacus-like voice, practically bursting his eardrums, only made Kizaru feel worse.

But leave now?

No way in hell he was leaving!

It was clear as day—this kid had learned some real, legit skills.

So, what was next?

Obviously, he’d heal those two guys over there!

Kizaru had been through the rain himself—how could he not watch others get soaked too?

Watching might not change anything, but wouldn’t it make him feel a little better inside?

“Don’t worry about me. Treat those two first—they can’t wait any longer.” Kizaru urged.

As he spoke, he even gave Vir a nudge.

His eagerness was so obvious anyone could see it.

If possible, he wanted this kid to wrap things up in ten minutes flat.

He really didn’t want to parade around with that face in front of everyone.

Kizaru’s words made Akainu and Zephyr, who were on the other side, slightly nervous.

They’d seen what had just happened as clear as day.

Although the process was quick and the results were good, the side effects were somewhat terrifying.

The side effects probably wouldn’t be the same—Kizaru’s just happened to get this one.

Who knew what would happen to them?

And there was a Den Den Mushi recording everything.

They couldn’t exactly tell them to put the Den Den Mushi away either.

This footage was for frame-by-frame analysis later.

If this kid’s side effects got any weirder, the ones being analyzed frame by frame later might not be him—but us.

Both of them were starting to feel a bit panicked.

They were beginning to understand the mindset of Vir’s patients… it was pure torment.

Vir, meanwhile, hadn’t expected his dear uncle to be so understanding.

Not only did he quickly grant him points and abilities, but now he was even helping him drum up business.

Things were going a bit too smoothly.

At this rate, even though he’d only arrived at Marine Headquarters this morning, he might be able to lay all his cards on the table by tonight.

Arrive in the morning, heal everyone by evening.

It was so smooth, Vir could hardly believe it.

Those two were pretty badly injured, so the treatment steps were a bit more involved.

Kizaru’s case was honestly too easy—Vir hadn’t even pulled out the big pot to stir-fry him.

He was worried Kizaru might bolt away.

But for these two, he was definitely going to warm them up proper.

The damage immunity effect needed a serious boost.

Back in the day, Vir had prepared two doses of the medicine he used on Rayleigh.

One dose, which Rayleigh took, could enlarge a random body part.

The other was reserved for Akainu.

The side effect was that it would turn the user into a woman.

But with Akainu’s current condition, that medicine alone wouldn’t cut it.

Tossing it into the big pot for a stir-fry with other ingredients was the way to go.

That said, one full dose was too much.

Splitting it in two—half for each of them—was just right.

But splitting it might change the side effects, and even Vir didn’t know what they’d turn into.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to play it safe and use the full dose on one person.

He couldn’t.

The big pot required precise amounts of ingredients. If the dosage was off, the treatment wouldn’t work.

The stir-fry could handle most of their injuries.

Zephyr’s case was straightforward.

Once the stir-fry was done, the system would register it as a successful treatment. But Akainu? Not so sure.

Most of his damage came from the half of his head that was missing.

If Vir only healed the physical trauma, it might not be enough.

If things came to that, he’d have to use the Vibro-Blade.

A “reskinned” Vibro-Blade, at that…

“What are you waiting for~? They’re in a lot of pain right now~” Kizaru, now an outsider, was all too happy to stir the pot.

His embarrassment was already out there, fully recorded for posterity.

If he didn’t drag a few others down with him, he’d never show his face again.

Sengoku, draped in his Justice coat, wanted everyone to recover quickly, but he was more concerned about Vir’s stamina.

This kid was the Marines’ treasure. If he burned himself out, it’d be a real loss.

That kind of rapid treatment couldn’t come without a cost, right?

The injection earlier was fine—it didn’t seem to tire him out—but it was still his resource.

They hadn’t even discussed how to compensate him.

They couldn’t just let him dig into his own pockets to treat a bunch of Marine officers, could they?

Even if his sense of justice was strong enough to brush it off, Sengoku, as Fleet Admiral, couldn’t pretend it was nothing.

“Um, Chiba… you just woke up. Do you need to rest a bit before continuing?” Sengoku asked.

“Rest? Only those who are useless to the Marines need rest! It’s fine! I can keep going!” Vir declared with righteous fervor.

His words left Sengoku stunned.

The doctors nearby hung their heads in shame.

Vir’s fired-up attitude caught them off guard.

Hadn’t he just woken up? How was he so full of energy?

Kizaru scratched his head, speechless.

Why did he get the feeling this guy was throwing shade at him? But he had no proof.

After Vir’s bold statement, the crowd looked at him with respect.

But one person’s gaze was different.

Momousagi, watching Chiba, furrowed her brow.

Something felt off.

Chiba wasn’t that passionate about work, especially not medical work.

That made her suspicious.

But then she remembered Chiba’s admiration for Vir, and it started to make sense.

Learning his idol’s medical techniques and being eager to show off didn’t seem too far-fetched.

Still, her cousin felt both familiar and… strange.

“Do you still not need anything?” Dean Lys, standing nearby, also asked carefully.

This time, Vir didn’t brush it off.

“This place is too small. I can’t work properly.”

“Take them down to the plaza.”

“It’ll be good for others to see.”

“After all, treating Marine Admirals is no small matter.”

“We could even broadcast it live—let the whole world see the Marine’s medical prowess, which is no less impressive than the pirates’.”

As Vir finished, most people didn’t react much, but Kizaru wiped his brow.

Good thing he got treated quickly.

Old Dog, you guys better hang in there…

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