One Piece: Don't Worry, I'm a Doctor - Chapter 286: Boss! Mission accomplished!
Chapter 286: Chapter 286: Boss! Mission accomplished!
Hannyabal and the others stood frozen, watching their boss getting “treated”, not daring to move a muscle.
He had even started cursing the plotlines in comic books.
When the protagonist’s friend gets tortured, the protagonist charges forward despite knowing the danger.
Isn’t that just pure idiocy?
In a situation like this, try moving—just try!
He hadn’t even dared to blink until now.
Move, and you die.
Instant cremation and complimentary urn service.
And you still wanna go save someone?
Save yourself first, kid.
Right now, Vir was staring at Magellan, who looked like some kind of human jet engine, and even he looked a little surprised.
He’d picked up that high-pressure pump from a street vendor.
He hadn’t expected much from it.
So he’d cranked it to max right from the start.
But he never imagined it’d be this violent.
No wonder it ended up at a street stall.
Vir hurriedly shut the valve.
All that fluid spraying out was his medicine.
Even if it wasn’t worth much, he’d still brewed it himself.
It treated all kinds of burns, necrosis, muscle atrophy, and blocked blood vessels.
Any damage caused by electric currents, it could perfectly fix—just take it internally and apply it externally.
After pulling the nozzle out of Magellan’s mouth, Vir sprayed him down one more time.
Once that was done, Magellan’s charred body began visibly recovering at an incredible rate.
The skin, fried to necrosis by the electricity, gradually regained vitality.
This scene left Hannyabal, who was still standing at attention, utterly dumbfounded.
’Huh?’
’He was actually healing him?!’
’I thought he was torturing our warden this whole time!’
’And you’re telling me he just cured him?’
’What the hell? He’s alive again?!’
’What kind of doctor is this?!’
’Three seconds to whip up an antidote earlier.’
’Now three seconds to spray-cure the warden.’
’Are modern doctors all about speed now?’
’Anything over three seconds counts as a failure?!’
This was insane—Hannibal had never seen anything like this.
NEVER.
But just then, Hannyabal saw Vir pull something else out of his medical kit—something he’d prepared in advance to deal with Magellan’s side effects.
This confused Hannyabal.
Wasn’t he already healed?
What else is he gonna do now?
Is there something else wrong?
As he was puzzling over it—
“You! Come here!”
Vir suddenly pointed at Hannyabal, who was standing ramrod straight.
Hannyabal nearly jumped out of his skin on the spot.
He almost wet his pants right then and there.
But after a moment, when he realized he hadn’t been instantly incinerated, he snapped back to reality.
Scrambling over, he put on his most ingratiating smile.
“Ahahaha~ What can I do for you, sir?”
Hannyabal was a man who understood social graces.
He knew exactly how to act in any situation.
Seeing how compliant he was, Vir saw no reason to make things difficult for him.
Holding up the device, Vir explained:
“I’ve got a way to keep your Warden from spending ten hours a day in the toilet.”
“Honestly, I kinda respect the guy. This thing cost me a pretty penny to get, but I’m giving it to him.”
“Now, here’s what you’re gonna do—take this thing and put it inside him. The whole thing—not a speck left, not a bit exposed… Got it?!”
“Hurry up. I’ve got other things to do. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Vir gave him the rundown.
No way was he doing this himself.
Hannyabal seemed like a decent guy.
Given how close he was to Magellan, he’d probably be happy to help.
Sweat poured down Hannyabal’s forehead.
He really wanted to say, “We’re not that close.”
But he feared he’d be reduced to ashes before he could finish.
“Uh… So I’m supposed to take that thing in your hand and… do that with it? Did I understand correctly?”
Hannibal asked cautiously.
Vir nodded.
Hannibal’s face went ashen.
’Damn it.’
’Making me do this kinda thing?’
’Fine!’
’Fine, fine, fine!’
’Today, even if I get cremated, even if I jump off this cliff, I’m not—’
*CRACKLE!*
A bolt of lightning split the air.
…
The device in Vir’s hand vanished instantly.
Magellan was flipped over by some unknown force.
Hannyabal, now holding the device, slapped Magellan’s rear.
“Don’t move, got it? Get ready!”
Even as he spoke, he was already getting to work.
His efficiency was so startling that even Vir didn’t react in time.
Feeling his clothes being loosened, Magellan finally panicked!
’Hannyabal, you bastard!’
’Can you hold on for one second?!’
’I just wanna say something, please!’
’What the hell!’
’How are you this fast at undressing someone?!’
’I take daily bathroom breaks and even I’m not this quick!’
’With everyone watching, how am I supposed to live this down?!’
’This is like taking a dump in the middle of the street!’
’How is this acceptable?!’
(Though, due to the angle, only the prisoners in the cells behind could see. But still—major humiliation!)
Then, a strange sensation hit him.
Magellan’s face twisted in horror.
’Wait!’
’Wait, what are you—?!’
’Can you just WAIT A SECOND?!’
’I’m not mentally prepared for this!’
’You’re a double agent, aren’t you?!’
[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You’ve earned 400,000 negative points!]
By now, Hannyabal was fully committed, working with grim determination.
“Hck—Ptui!”
After spitting on his hands for better grip, he got down to business.
“Cruel fate! Cruel fate! Cruel fate!”
Hannyabal chanted like a battle cry as he labored away.
The scene was so brutal Vir had to turn and stare at the sky.
Wasn’t this guy Magellan’s best buddy?
Why’s it looking so violent?
Those moves were ruthless, like he was going for the kill.
No mercy.
This was borderline criminal.
Who’d have thought?
This fork-wielding guy was so savage.
His hands didn’t hold back one bit.
As for Buggy and the others?
All of them were wincing.
Hissing sounds kept coming from their mouths.
The visual impact was just too much.
“How’s it going?” Buggy asked, brow furrowed.
“No change yet.” Mr. 3 replied, eyes wide.
“Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…” Bon Clay covered his eyes, unable to look.
“Yikes! This is making my butt hurt just watching!” Buggy patted his own rear in sympathy.
But seeing this, Vir suddenly recalled something… unpleasant.
Since it was unpleasant, he quickly banished the thought.
Meanwhile, Hannyabal had gone full Vir-mode.
When chanting “Cruel fate” wasn’t enough, he started punching, kicking, and even headbutting.
Now he was jumping up for elbow drops.
Magellan’s face cycled through shades of red—deep red, deeper red, and deepest red.
Has anyone ever experienced something like this?!
With one final elbow strike, the device in Hannyabal’s hand vanished completely.
After settling Magellan back down, Hannyabal snapped to attention and saluted.
“Boss! Mission accomplished!”
Proud as a peacock, he shouted at Vir.
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