One Piece Dont Worry Im A Doctor Chapter 412

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After Shirahoshi finished speaking, the people around her were left completely dumbfounded.

Fish-Man Island? A princess?

They kept scrutinizing Shirahoshi’s body, but no matter how hard they looked, they couldn’t find anything unusual.

Wasn’t she just a completely normal, stunning beauty?

How could she be the princess of Fish-Man Island? Could a human even become the princess of Fish-Man Island?

Yet, from Shirahoshi’s tone, it didn’t seem like she was lying.

Just as everyone was puzzled, Vir, who had snapped out of his daze, explained Shirahoshi’s situation to them.

When they learned that Vir had turned a living mermaid into a human, they felt their understanding of the world had been severely shaken.

Wait, what? You can just change someone’s race like that? Doc, aren’t your skills just a little too versatile?

Before they could fully process this revelation, Vir briefly explained Shirahoshi’s condition to them.

When they heard about the various syndromes she suffered from, their expressions changed as they looked at her again.

Now, they wore the same expression Vir had earlier.

A mermaid princess afflicted with so many syndromes, speaking in front of so many strangers in such a crowded setting—everyone now understood just how immense a challenge this was for her.

Even Whitebeard, who had been slightly confused earlier, instantly softened into a kindly expression.

“Gurararara! Little girl, with those words of yours, my years of protection haven’t been wasted! Come, no need to say more! Sit! If you want to thank me, then eat your fill!”

As he spoke, Whitebeard actually stood up and gently tapped Shirahoshi’s head with his massive finger.

Marco, seeing this, quickly elbowed Vir.

Only then did Vir pull Shirahoshi back into her seat.

Sitting down, Shirahoshi’s head was still steaming, and it took her a while to calm down.

But in her heart, she was overjoyed.

‘So, Whitebeard was such a kind and good person—no wonder he protected Fish-Man Island.’

‘When I become as strong as Big Bro Vir in the future, I’ll definitely repay him.’

With that thought, Shirahoshi finally picked up her chopsticks and began digging into the food in front of her.

“Ahahaha! The chicken soup is here!”

“Quit standing around! Eat up!”

As bowls of chicken soup were brought in from outside, Marco spoke up loudly.

The moment his voice rang out, the atmosphere in the room instantly reignited with liveliness.

Vir glanced at Shirahoshi and, seeing that she really did seem more at ease now, finally relaxed.

Before long, the meal was nearly over.

And once Vir finished eating, it was naturally time to get down to business.

That was just how he operated.

“Marco, where’s my patient?”

Vir asked Marco while picking his teeth.

“That red-haired guy is right here. You can treat him anytime, but Katakuri hasn’t arrived yet. I was supposed to fetch him, but his side refused. Judging by the timing, he should be here within the next day or two.”

Marco stood up as he spoke, gesturing for Vir to follow him.

He knew Vir’s temperament well—to this guy, nothing was more important than his patients.

Was this what they called “a doctor’s compassion”?

Shaking his head helplessly, Marco quickly led Vir to the ship’s prison.

Yep, this massive ship even had its own brig.

After greeting the guards at the door, they entered smoothly.

There weren’t many prisoners inside, and the space was quite small.

Usually, they didn’t bother capturing and keeping people on the ship.

Either they killed them outright, or… they just killed them outright.

No point dragging them along.

It was only thanks to Marco’s insistence that Whitebeard hadn’t finished off Kid.

Maybe Whitebeard also felt that letting him die like that would be too merciful.

But if Vir could “treat” him, the effect might be truly spectacular.

At the moment, Kid was slumped weakly in a cell, wearing Seastone handcuffs.

Around him were a handful of his crewmates—about seven or eight.

The rest were dead.

These seven or eight weren’t badly injured, as most of the damage had been taken by Kid himself.

They sat around Kid, staring at his body covered in countless cracks, their hearts heavy.

This time, Kid hadn’t challenged Shanks.

But his left arm was still gone.

Back then, he had swung that very arm at Whitebeard.

Whitebeard’s punch had obliterated it completely, reducing it to dust.

That arm had been with him his whole life, and now it was just… gone.

Not just the arm—his entire body had been rattled to the core.

Right now, he was only alive because Marco was barely keeping him breathing.

With his current strength, daring to clash head-on with Whitebeard…

The fact that he was still alive was already a miracle.

“What do we do? Should we call that guy in to keep him alive a little longer?”

A burly man with blond hair looked at Kid, whose breathing was growing weaker, and started to panic.

“The captain’s about to die! What do we do?”

“What the hell do those bastards want?”

“Maybe we should just let the captain go. At least he won’t suffer anymore.”

The crew argued back and forth.

But those who wanted to save him weren’t ignorant of Kid’s agony.

Yet, watching their captain die like a dog in front of them was something they couldn’t accept either.

Just as the debate grew heated, Killer, who had been silent with a grim expression, finally spoke up and cut through the noise.

“Enough!”

The figure wearing a blue helmet-like mask clearly held authority among the group.

His sharp yell instantly silenced the room.

Everyone’s eyes turned to him.

But his gaze remained fixed on Kid.

After a moment, he sighed and said, “Stop arguing. The captain’s beyond saving. Even if Marco came now, it wouldn’t help.”

Kid had truly reached his limit.

The cracks on his body had begun oozing blood again.

Now, even his facial orifices were bleeding. He was at his absolute end—Marco’s flames wouldn’t change that.

After all, Marco’s regenerative flames weren’t as miraculous when used on others as they were on himself.

Let’s not forget—even Big Mom had struggled to withstand Whitebeard’s punches. What made Kid think he could walk away lightly after taking one?

Hearing Killer’s words, the crew’s expressions darkened.

As his closest subordinates, they had some emotional ties to Kid.

But the one suffering the most was undoubtedly Killer.

He had followed Kid for years—they were practically brothers.

Now, seeing Kid in such a horrifying state, his heart was filled with unbearable pain.

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