One Piece Dont Worry Im A Doctor Chapter 370

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Seeing this, the Whitebeard Pirates immediately panicked!

What the hell was going on?

Wasn’t he just healed? He was fighting and shouting just moments ago!

How did he suddenly end up like this?

“Vir! Vir, come take a look! What’s happening? He just collapsed out of nowhere! Check if it’s because Jozu pissed him off or something!”

As Marco shouted, he flew toward Vir.

The rest of the crew quickly helped their captain up, gathering around Whitebeard with tense expressions, fearing that Vir might deliver some terrible news.

Vir, who had been forcibly dragged over, was being unusually cautious.

He was genuinely worried that Whitebeard might be faking it just to lure him in and beat him up.

After all, that last combo attack would’ve dealt serious damage no matter who took it.

But even as he got within a meter of Whitebeard, the old man still didn’t move.

Only then did Vir relax.

As for what was wrong with him now?

Well, it was simple—his soul was exhausted.

And Vir couldn’t fix that.

Or rather, there was no need to.

He just needed to rest for ten days to half a month, and he’d recover on his own.

No big deal.

“Don’t worry, he’s just a bit scrambled after coming back to life. Let him rest for a few days, and he’ll be fine. Just don’t let him go throwing punches anytime soon.”

Once Vir said that, the Whitebeard Pirates collectively sighed in relief.

They turned to look at Whitebeard, who was sleeping relatively peacefully, though his face was slightly twisted.

A strange sense of security and relief filled their hearts.

It was… great.

Ace had been saved.

And so had Pops.

After fighting for so long, after losing so many brothers…

None of it was in vain.

All of it was worth it.

And yet, they owed it all to this doctor in front of them—one whose methods were a bit brutal.

If not for him…

The outcome of this battle would’ve been unthinkable.

This entire war had been completely turned around by this man alone.

What should have been an overwhelming victory for the Marines had instead become their own triumph, with both Ace and Whitebeard brought back to life.

As they looked at Vir, their expressions became complicated.

“Vir—”

After hesitating for a moment, Marco was about to speak, but Vir raised a hand to stop him.

“Save it. This isn’t the place to talk. Pack up and get ready to leave!”

As he spoke, Vir started walking toward Kuma’s location.

Watching his retreating figure, Marco’s gaze turned thoughtful.

Damn it.

This guy just had to look cool again.

A faint smirk tugged at Marco’s lips.

As the person in the Whitebeard Pirates who knew Vir best, he was well aware of his temperament.

Always in a hurry.

Clearly, he still had things to do.

And what else could it be?

Other than treating his patients, what else would keep him so busy…?

“Hey—Vir! Where are you going? We haven’t even thanked you yet!”

Some of the crew tried to stop him, but Marco held them back.

“There’ll be time for that later. For now, get Pops and our injured brothers ready! We’re leaving soon!”

Marco’s words made them pause.

With Whitebeard down, Marco was now the one calling the shots.

Since he gave the order, the crew followed his instructions.

After all, as Vir said—this was no place to linger.

They began gathering their surviving brothers.

But the rest of the battlefield’s spectators were once again stunned.

“What the hell?! He’s actually fine?! Just sitting there getting his ass slapped a few times and he’s really back up?! And his Devil Fruit didn’t even disappear! You dumbass Marines, are you sure you actually killed him earlier?!”

Kaido’s face was twisted in disbelief as he pointed at Whitebeard, who was lying on the ground but still breathing. His voice was full of exaggerated shock.

But the Marines ignored him entirely.

Did they kill him earlier? They were damn sure he was deader than his great-grandma!

Instead of questioning whether this was straight-up cheating, this idiot was doubting if the Marines had even tried hard enough?!

They’d put in more effort than a son-in-law trying to impress his mother-in-law before the wedding, damn it!

Yet the more they thought about it, the more unbelievable it became.

Whitebeard had been covered in wounds.

Undeniably, irreversibly dead.

And yet, that corpse had been brought back to life in that guy’s hands!

Brought. Back. To. Life.

Not only that, but it defied common sense—the Devil Fruit hadn’t even disappeared after death!

Just how… had he done it?

They were completely baffled.

Sengoku was even trembling in agitation.

He had been so confident earlier, declaring that no one—not even a god—could bring back someone dead for so long. That not even that guy could do it.

And yet?

Once again, right in front of everyone, he had revived the dead.

How could Sengoku possibly stay calm after this?

Whitebeard wasn’t dead.

Which meant the Marines had achieved nothing this time!

All those lives lost—for nothing!

And they’d had home-field advantage!

All of it… because of that bastard!

As Sengoku stared at Vir, he genuinely wanted to twist that little head right off his shoulders.

A flawless victory—ruined by this brat, turning it into a crushing defeat in an instant!

The most frustrating part? They still couldn’t touch him!

He was right there, within reach, and yet they couldn’t kill him!

That only made Sengoku even more furious.

Shanks, who had seen Whitebeard suddenly attack with such terrifying force, had also felt his heart skip a beat.

He hadn’t expected Vir to actually pull it off.

Reviving the dead.

And not just anyone—The Strongest Man in the World.

Was there anything he couldn’t do?

Shanks frowned deeply.

He had been prepared for a brutal fight with Whitebeard, but luckily, the old man hadn’t fully recovered.

At least that was a small mercy.

With him unconscious now, everyone could just go home. Things could’ve been worse.

But Yamato was currently in a dilemma.

She really hadn’t expected Vir’s treatment to leave Whitebeard in such a state—not fully healed, and now even unconscious.

Didn’t that mean… she had lost her bet with the old man?

The moment she thought about the consequences of losing, even she couldn’t help but blush slightly.

This wasn’t some joke.

This was… being completely exposed!

She understood exactly what that meant now…

Why the hell had Kaido even suggested something like this?!

But as she looked at Vir, for some reason, she didn’t feel particularly repulsed by the idea.

Had she just gotten too used to being around him?

Yamato found herself lost in thought…

“Uh… Yamato, about our bet—maybe we could—”

“Ugh, fine! I’ll keep my word! I’m not the kind of person who goes back on promises!”

Kaido scratched his head awkwardly.

His old face looked especially long.

It’s over… totally over.

He’d hitched his ride to a death-defying doctor—

If he ever got injured in the future… he wasn’t sure if his old face was as thick as Whitebeard’s.

And now, to make things worse, he’d pushed his own daughter into the fire!

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