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

Chapter 363: Chapter 363: Wanna Grab a Bite?

The look in Shanks and the others’ eyes when they gazed at Vir had subtly changed.

Who would’ve thought?

This guy was actually so fiercely loyal.

To save Whitebeard, he was willing to go to such lengths.

Even Shanks nodded silently in approval.

But Vir himself was completely baffled.

Huh? This medicine was that valuable?

He had no idea!

Naturally, this was something he had exchanged for in the System Shop.

Just moments ago—

Before saving Marco.

It had cost him quite a bit.

A whopping 500,000 points.

But… compared to the other things he had exchanged for, this was actually cheap.

While recording Whitebeard’s injuries earlier, he had been buying medicine at the same time.

However, items in the System Shop could only be exchanged once.

His 500,000 points could only get him one batch.

And it wasn’t even that much—just about 100 pounds or so.

Who knew the Marines treated this stuff like some kind of miracle drug?

The kind they wouldn’t even use unless the injury was life-threatening?

But… what did that have to do with him?

After a brief moment of surprise, Vir didn’t have time to waste.

There was still a man stewing in the pot.

Grabbing a massive iron spatula, he flipped Whitebeard over. With another expert toss to even him out, Vir reopened the medical kit and began dumping ingredients in like crazy.

Meanwhile, Rogu, who was being held up by Marco, let out another agonized wail, his cries turning utterly heart-wrenching.

“WHAT?! Sea Lotus Seeds?! The divine cure for burns?! HOW MANY?! FIVE?! YOU MONSTER!”

“WHAT?! Fei Grass?! NO, NO, NO! YOU CAN’T USE THAT!”

“DAMN IT! YOU ANIMAL!”

“WHAT?! That’s… Blue Blossom Grass?! Bro! Grandpa! Dad! Wife! Sweetheart! DON’T! NOT THAT ONE! I’ve only seen it once in my life!”

*Sizzle—*

The sound of sizzling oil and roasting flesh filled the air, followed immediately by—

“F*CK!!!”

With that final scream, Rogu passed out!

Foam spewed from his mouth like a fountain, his face twisted in rage, turning an ashen shade of green.

The Marines were utterly dumbfounded.

Was this really the same icy-cold doctor Rogu they knew? The aloof, untouchable legend?

Today, he was not only cursing nonstop but also calling people dad and darling?!

This… Even if they didn’t know what those medicines were, Rogu’s reaction alone told them—

Those ingredients had to be on the same level as the legendary Dragon Tail Flower, the miracle cure for external wounds!

And yet, this guy was just dumping them all into a giant pot?!

Turning them all into a single stew?!

This guy… was insane! So many priceless herbs, wasted just like that!

The others, too, could tell from Rogu’s desperate screams just how precious those items were.

This old man dared to even insult Sengoku—his status had to be extraordinary.

For him to react like this… those ingredients had to be beyond rare.

Ace’s expression was complicated.

He already owed Vir so much. Would he have to start calling him Godfather now? That… might be a bit awkward.

Meanwhile, Marco stood frozen in place.

That Sea Lotus Seed—the miracle burn cure—Vir had used it on him too when he was stir-frying him.

But back then, he had only used three.

Just three had completely healed his body, ravaged by Akainu’s magma.

At the time, he hadn’t thought much of it.

But now, seeing Rogu’s reaction, he finally understood just how much Vir had spent on him.

Brother… No, this was a true Godfather.

While they were busy calling him that, their Pops was suffering a fate worse than death.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 400,000 negative points!]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 250,000 negative points!]

[Ding!…]

As the ingredients were added, the pungent, sour, salty—and even piss-smelling—herbs began torturing Whitebeard relentlessly.

At first, he could endure it.

But as the temperature rose, the medicines aggressively seeped into his body, and he finally reached his limit.

Right now, he was mentally cursing out Vir’s entire bloodline.

Most medicines were just bitter at worst!

But this guy’s stuff? Every flavor under the sun!

That piss smell had him crying from the sheer assault on his senses!

And when heated? Oh, those who knew, knew! Worst of all, it seeped completely into his body, forcing him to experience every second of it.

’Bastard! That old doctor was right!’

’This brat is a complete monster!’

The more Whitebeard cursed, the more delicious his corpse became~

The rich aroma of pan-seared meat, the mouthwatering fragrance—it was relentlessly teasing everyone present.

From the very beginning, the sound of swallowed saliva had been nonstop.

(Though so were the sounds of people slapping themselves…)

Right now, they were debating whether or not to say, “Pops, you smell amazing.”

Even Shanks and Sengoku, who had zero faith in Vir’s methods, had to admit one thing—

Whether or not this treatment worked…

The patient sure came out smelling divine.

Everything was perfectly balanced.

The phrase “aroma so rich it fills the air” wasn’t even an exaggeration.

This wave of fragrance was so strong that it even woke Rogu up from his unconscious state.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Vir tilting the pot to pour Whitebeard out—

Rogu panicked!

Breaking free from Marco’s grip, he charged forward.

“NO! DON’T POUR IT ON THE GROUND! OH, SWEET MOTHER OF—!”

Rogu had been hoping to study the medicinal broth… If Vir just dumped it on the ground, it’d be yet another act of blasphemous waste!

But he was too late.

By the time he got there, Vir had already emptied the pot.

Seeing Rogu sprinting at him like a madman, Vir raised an eyebrow.

“Do the Marines not feed you? You’re this hungry?”

Vir’s words made Rogu freeze mid-step.

Now that he thought about it… the situation did look like that…

But Rogu didn’t have time to dwell on it.

He desperately tried to scoop up some of the broth, only to realize—

There wasn’t a single drop left!

Not one!

Rogu collapsed to his knees before Whitebeard’s body, his face ashen.

“Gone… It’s all gone… Everything…”

He muttered in despair.

“See, Marco? He cares more about your Pops than you guys do!”

Vir said sarcastically.

Hearing this, Marco and the others—who had been worried sick—immediately rushed over.

But when they looked, their father’s body was exactly the same.

Same person, same wounds.

Compared to before the “cooking”, it was… identical.

But… Vir had used so many rare medicines! How could there be zero effect?!

They were utterly confused.

But Shanks, Sengoku, and the others all wore expressions of triumph.

Good!

Perfect!

This treatment was exactly what they wanted—

No change whatsoever.

Well, except for being cooked.

But whether he was well-done or medium-rare didn’t matter if he wasn’t healed!

This guy really had just been messing around, wasting a mountain of priceless ingredients for nothing!

But at the very least, the situation was now completely safe.

As long as Whitebeard stayed down, the Marines could handle whatever came next!

But then—

Vir pulled out a knife and fork, then handed Marco a stack of plates.

“Well, since we’re all here… Wanna grab a bite?”