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

“Damn filthy commoner! How dare you kill my horse?!”

The green-haired man was furious when he saw Vir actually strike back!

“Attack! Call the Marines! I’ll make sure he sees the consequences of defying me today!”

“Later, I’ll make him watch as I take his little girlfriend to bed!”

His words drew pitiful glances toward Vir from the onlookers.

Daring to provoke a Celestial Dragon? Though he was strong, it meant nothing in the face of the World Nobles.

The Marines would be here soon.

Hearing this, Shirahoshi paled.

“V-Vir-sama! Please, run! They’ll kill you!”

She didn’t know the extent of Vir’s strength—only that he was about to suffer unjustly because of her.

But her plea only made the man across from them smirk wider.

“Hahaha! Your little girl is so devoted! Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her—”

*WHOOSH!*

A scorching white flame flickered to life in Vir’s palm, startling the Celestial Dragon.

“What are you doing?! You still dare resist?! Do you really think—”

This time, he didn’t finish.

Vir had already flicked the white flames forward. In an instant, they split apart!

And right before them, a spatial gate materialized.

The scattered flames passed through it—landing precisely on their targets.

*WHOOM!*

The moment the flames touched flesh, they erupted, enveloping them in an inferno.

Even those who tried to smother the fire before it spread failed.

Armament Haki couldn’t stop it. Slapping, grabbing—nothing worked. The flames clung like roots, impossible to shake off.

The Celestial Dragon was the first to burn to ash. His bodyguards followed one by one, dissolving into nothing.

Bloodcurdling screams echoed through the area.

Unbearably gruesome.

In moments, the once-mighty procession was reduced to only the drummer and the mounts.

As the last embers died, the crowd remained frozen—unable to process the world-shaking sight before them.

A Celestial Dragon… had just been killed.

Right in broad daylight.

In the most brutal, high-profile way possible.

Was this man insane?!

Did he not fear the wrath of the World Government?!

Shirahoshi was stunned.

Even she knew people dressed like that couldn’t be harmed—yet Vir had burned them alive.

‘H-He’s too reckless… We could’ve just run! Why did he kill them…? Was it because of what he said…?’

‘Was it… because of me?’

At the same time, she was awed.

‘Vir-sama is so strong. He took them all down effortlessly… I wonder how powerful he’d be when serious.’

Though worried, Shirahoshi couldn’t help being amazed.

Perhaps because Vir cremated them on the spot, she felt no fear—only that he must dislike blood.

As the crowd remained dumbstruck, Vir grabbed Shirahoshi’s hand to leave.

Killing a Celestial Dragon meant nothing to him.

But she didn’t budge.

Looking back, he saw her pleading gaze.

“Vi— Umm… She… Can we…?”

Stammering, she tried to say his name but stopped under his glance.

Her eyes kept darting to a little girl at her feet.

Vir understood immediately.

A quick check confirmed she could be saved—her injury was a graze to the head, unlike the two unfortunates who had already bought their one-way ticket to the afterlife.

Pulling out a vial of moldy-looking medicine, Vir dripped a single drop onto the girl’s head.

A few gentle rubs later, the liquid absorbed entirely.

Shirahoshi was grateful he had honored her request.

“Vir-sama is so gentle when healing… His patients must be very lucky.”

If Vir’s past “patients” had heard that, they’d have choked: “What the hell are you talking about?!”

Meanwhile…

The moldy potion seeped into the girl’s body, and in moments—a miracle happened.

Her closed eyes fluttered, then slowly opened, as if pulled from death’s grasp.

At the same time, her horrific head wound began stitching itself back together.

Fresh tissue rapidly filled the gaping injury—vanishing without a trace in seconds.

The onlookers gaped. This was beyond belief.

Once the girl was healed, Vir took Shirahoshi away.

With another Celestial Dragon dead, sightseeing was over.

Maybe next time.

With a nervous Shirahoshi in tow, Vir shrank the Thousand Sunny into his med-kit, then steered his electric ship toward Amazon Lily.

Meanwhile…

The girl’s mother, holding her once-dying child—now perfectly healthy—wept uncontrollably, muttering thanks.

But she couldn’t remember who to thank.

Not just the name—not even the face.

In fact, no one present could recall Shirahoshi’s appearance.

They only knew someone had killed a Celestial Dragon and saved a girl.

But who?

Nothing.

This, of course, was Vir’s doing.

He realized that even if he hadn’t shown himself, Shirahoshi being labeled as an accomplice to a Celestial Dragon’s killer wasn’t exactly a good thing.

So, he erased their memories.

Now, his control over lightning had reached the point where he could wipe the minds of weaker individuals.

Once, he could only read thoughts.

Now? Delete them.

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Marine HQ

Sengoku, busy rebuilding their new base, received the news—another Celestial Dragon, dead in Sabaody.

His vision went black.

‘Goddamn Celestial Dragons! Can’t you sit still for ONE DAMN DAY?!’

‘I’m swamped here! Do you HAVE TO keep causing trouble?!’

Raging internally, he nevertheless had to act.

Of the Admirals, only Aokiji was available—Kizaru was bedridden.

Before long, a begrudging Aokiji set out on a battleship.

Why not his bicycle?

Because ships are faster.

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