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

Chapter 452: Chapter 452: This Treatment?

“Kahahaha! Fight! Fight! It’s been ages since I’ve had a proper battle!”

*Boom!*

With a wild laugh, Bullet slammed into one of the Five Elders in front of Kaido, sending him flying.

Meanwhile, on Whitebeard’s side, Saturn, left alone to face Whitebeard after the bald swordsman was barely held back by Rayleigh, couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat.

“Well then, it’s just the two of us now.”

*Pop~! CRACK!*

With one devastating swing of his bisento, Whitebeard smashed into Saturn, sending him coughing up blood.

Whitebeard, in his prime, was undeniably stronger than Luffy in Gear Fifth. Beating Saturn was like a father disciplining his son.

“Ace! I’m here to help!”

A shout echoed from the sky as several massive ships plummeted down at breakneck speed.

*BOOOOOOM—!*

Amidst the deafening explosion, the Beast Pirates descended upon the battlefield, and in an instant, the CP elite forces began falling one after another.

Yamato led the charge, swinging her kanabō with fierce momentum, swiftly intercepting the crew Shanks had brought along.

The clash ignited instantly.

“How could I miss out on a party like this?”

With two cigars clenched between his teeth, the Golden Lion, looking as spirited as he did in his prime, gripped his twin blades with a savage glint in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he took a stand beside Kaido, shouldering a massive portion of the pressure.

“Hah! The old lion is still kicking? Good, good! If Linlin were here too, then we’d have the whole crew gathered!”

“I’ll still be standing even after you’re dead. Ran into one of your underlings on the way—brought ’em along.”

“Haha! Let’s crush these bastards!”

As former comrades who once fought side by side, reuniting on the battlefield stirred deep emotions within them. Even the location of their reunion was unchanged—

God Valley.

Just then, a fierce gust swept through, and with it, a dense swarm of figures descended from the sky.

All eyes turned to the spectacle.

At the forefront stood a figure cloaked in green, radiating an aura no weaker than the heavyweights already present.

As the wind tugged the hood back, a face familiar to all was revealed.

“Whoa! Things just got lively!”

“Gurararara! The livelier, the better!”

“Tch… Took you long enough!”

Whitebeard and the others’ eyes gleamed with excitement, but the World Government’s side paled.

The leader of the Revolutionary Army, Dragon.

No one expected him to show up at a time like this.

Now, the orders Imu-sama had given would be near-impossible to fulfill—in fact, they might even be wiped out!

That’s right—the Sweat King himself had arrived. With Luffy captured and so many Yonko in play, staying on the sidelines would’ve been downright rude.

Dragon had brought the full might of the Revolutionary Army’s top fighters.

The CP agents were dropping like flies.

The gap in strength was too vast—they couldn’t hold their ground.

With Dragon’s entrance, the scales of victory tipped decisively. The World Government’s defeat was unstoppable. Saturn, back in his true form before Whitebeard, had his head smashed in four times in just thirty seconds.

Though he could regenerate, each blow left him weaker, his recovery slower.

If this kept up, he’d lose his ability to fight entirely.

The bald swordsman facing Bullet was getting ground into the dirt.

The Five Elders’ strength wasn’t enough to take on an Yonko one-on-one, let alone monsters like Whitebeard and Bullet, who’d been enhanced by Vir’s treatments.

Their power was on another level.

Red-Haired Shanks clashed fiercely with Golden Lion, his eyes flickering with an unusual light.

This wasn’t sustainable—they couldn’t win.

Even if the Marines came, they’d take at least half an hour—and by then, it’d be too late.

Shanks had come here for one reason: to save Luffy.

Luffy was his chosen one. Shanks always believed Luffy would overturn everything.

But now, Luffy was captured.

And it was because of Vir.

That wasn’t Shanks’ main concern, though. What he saw was Imu’s resolve.

The situation was crystal clear: Imu would never let Vir go. And in Shanks’ eyes, Vir stood no chance against Imu.

His death was inevitable.

That’s why Shanks wanted Vir gone. Only then could he ensure Luffy’s safety.

He could accept losing everything else—but at the very least, Luffy had to survive.

Despite the dire situation, Shanks wasn’t worried. He fought with a calm, almost leisurely air, which started to piss off Golden Lion.

“Brat! You’re really getting on my nerves!”

*Clang!*

Shanks blocked a slashing strike, and Golden Lion started to get serious.

“Playing lapdog for the Government now? Fine! I’ll twist your head off and use it as a chamber pot!”

The moment he finished speaking—

*BOOOM!*

A terrifying Conqueror’s Haki erupted from Golden Lion, cracking the ground beneath him as it clashed against Shanks’.

But in a split second, everything settled back into calm. Golden Lion, blades in hand, was already in Shanks’ face.

Red lightning crackled along his swords.

Their blades collided.

*KRAK—THOOOM!!*

A massive explosion roared out, the shockwave flattening everything around them.

“You think you’ve got this in the bag?” Shanks said, a faint smirk curling his lips, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

But his words didn’t faze Golden Lion. Win? Not a chance.

“Of course we can’t win.”

“…Huh? Then you came here to die?”

This genuinely surprised Shanks. What? They knew they couldn’t win, and yet—

They still came?

Were they insane?

“No. We’re just here to make a statement.”

*CLASH—!*

Their blades clashed fiercely, forcing both back.

Shanks stared at Golden Lion, standing calmly not far away, his mind reeling.

A statement.

What a statement indeed.

For Yonko-level legends to stake their lives just to send a message for some upstart?!

Just because he healed them?!

Was that really worth dying for?!

Shanks… didn’t understand.

The howling winds whipped at his black coat, mirroring the storm inside him.

Around him, the battlefield roared—the Red Line itself trembled—

But nothing pulled his focus back.

Shanks doubted himself.

For the first time, he doubted his own choice.

Had he chosen wrong?

Why did that guy have such charisma—enough for a Yonko who had only known him for a few days to risk everything for him?

Enough to make them stake the forces they’d built over years, just to lend this small bit of strength.

And for what? Merely… to make a statement.

For the first time, Shanks truly began to take notice of the little ship’s doctor on Luffy’s crew. He didn’t seem as simple as he appeared.

Just as Shanks’ mind reeled from the realization—

Suddenly—

*BOOM.**

A tyrannical, overwhelming presence abruptly descended upon the battlefield.

Everyone’s eyes widened in shock.

The sheer force of that fearsome presence instantly reduced some of the weaker fighters to blood mist.

Those below Vice Admiral level collapsed instantly, falling into tranquil slumber mid-motion.

How could anyone not recognize what was happening?

An absolute powerhouse had arrived.

And there was no need to guess who it was, for Imu, accompanied by a few shadowy figures, was already approaching from the horizon.

She appeared to be strolling leisurely, yet her figure seemed to flicker, and in a few blinks, she stood at the center of the battlefield.

That invincible Conqueror’s Haki ravaged everyone present.

Even those who didn’t immediately collapse felt an immense pressure weighing on their hearts, their strength reduced to a fraction of its full potential.

Perhaps only those with the might of an Emperor could withstand it to some degree.

But even they were suppressed by nearly half their strength—a testament to just how terrifying Imu’s Conqueror’s Haki was.

Compared to the clash of Shiki and Shanks’ Haki moments ago, Imu’s was clearly on another level.

Conqueror’s Haki wasn’t something easily endured.

With a calm expression, Imu stood with her hands folded in front of her, her eyes filled with contempt as she gazed at the enemies who had driven the Holy Land into a corner.

In her gaze, they were no longer legends who ruled the seas.

They were ants.

The Yonko all pulled back from their battles, gathering around Hancock.

As they looked at Imu standing in the center of the battlefield, their expressions were grave.

The gap in strength was glaringly obvious the moment they saw her. The disparity was so vast that defeating her was utterly impossible.

Even if they all fought together, they could likely only buy a little time.

Looking at the captured Straw Hat Pirates, their expressions grew even heavier.

But Whitebeard’s gaze occasionally flickered to the young Marine standing beside Imu, though he showed no outward reaction.

Blood dripped from several deep wounds across Whitebeard’s body as he stood at the forefront of the group, gripping his Murakumogiri, and facing Imu head-on.

Two choices loomed in his mind—

Leave, or stay.

Leaving wouldn’t be easy, but Imu might not be able to stop everyone.

Yet, if they were told to leave now, not a single person would budge.

Because they had come here, and that was their choice.

This was the path they had chosen.

Whitebeard’s crew had no regrets. As for the others, he neither knew nor cared.

But if they didn’t leave…

The Straw Hats were now Imu’s hostages. Their purpose here was to rescue them.

Fighting was hopeless.

There was only one card left to play.

Vir.

Imu’s target was him. He was the only one she cared about. If they used him as a bargaining chip, there might be a chance to save the others.

After all, Vir, standing beside Imu, had shown no reaction to him earlier, so he had to find a way out himself.

If they could save the others, Vir would likely be able to escape on his own.

After all, his disguise hadn’t been seen through.

*Pop!*

*Crack—!*

Whitebeard casually swung a fist at the air beside him, and cracks spread instantly.

But his target wasn’t Imu.

*Snap!*

The seastone cuffs binding Hancock’s hands shattered instantly, freeing her.

Hancock looked at Vir standing beside Imu, her expression complex.

She made no move, pretending not to know him.

Imu observed Whitebeard’s actions with boredom, as though they were nothing more than the struggles of the dying.

“How about considering letting them go?” Whitebeard said calmly.

Imu raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Oh? And why should I?”

“Because I know Vir’s exact location. Let them go, and I’ll tell you where he is.”

But those words only drew a smile from Imu—a mocking one.

“Then why shouldn’t I just kill you all and search your mind for the answer myself?”

Her words sent a shock through even Whitebeard.

Search his mind? She had such an ability?

Whitebeard, who knew little about Imu, was stunned. If she truly had that power, then they had no leverage to negotiate with.

Indeed.

Imu had no intention of letting them leave today.

Daring to cause such chaos in her domain—only death could satisfy her wrath.

But at that moment—

Imu suddenly froze, then turned to look in Hancock’s direction.

Her Observation Haki had picked up something off about that woman. She had a Vivre Card on her, though whose it was, Imu didn’t know.

But when Hancock noticed Imu looking her way, she couldn’t help but panic.

She could remain calm in most situations, but anything involving Vir seemed to reduce her to an ordinary woman.

Imu hadn’t been certain before.

But now, she understood everything.

There was no need to rummage through Whitebeard’s mind—a taxing process.

If she had the Vivre Card, everything became much simpler.

With it, she’d always have his location, no matter where that guy tried to run!

The choice was obvious.

*Boom!*

The overpowering Haki that had briefly subsided surged across the battlefield once more, though its range was smaller this time.

But with a smaller range, the pressure intensified.

Even the Yonko, unleashing their own Conqueror’s Haki to resist, couldn’t counteract it.

Imu began walking toward Hancock, her expression solemn and regal, her stunningly beautiful face exuding an almost suffocating allure.

But the Yonko had no time to admire it.

Seeing Imu approach Hancock, Whitebeard instantly understood what was happening.

“Destroy it!” he roared, gripping his glowing naginata and charging at Imu.

The others, seasoned veterans, quickly caught on and followed Whitebeard’s lead. They couldn’t let her get that Vivre Card.

If she did, she’d slaughter everyone here, including the Straw Hats.

But as the Yonko charged together, and as Hancock, in the distance, pulled the Vivre Card from her chest, preparing to shatter it with her power—

Imu smiled.

She laughed at their foolishness…