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

Chapter 294: Chapter 294: This guy is not important?

The system’s notification chime left Vir momentarily stunned.

The rewards were simply too generous.

It hadn’t been long since he started, yet he was already receiving so much.

Encouraged by this sweet incentive, Vir redoubled his efforts.

He yanked out the organs, slapped them onto a freshly procured cutting board, and began kneading them vigorously.

Under his hands, the heart flattened and swelled in turns.

Its owner reacted visibly—his face twisted in agony, proving he wasn’t having an easy time.

Watching Vir pummel and stomp on the organs, Bullet’s lips twitched violently.

’What the hell is this guy doing?’

’What kind of treatment is this?!’

’Massage? You call this a massage?!’

Feeling his body grow increasingly emaciated from the “massage”, Bullet closed his eyes.

’I’m done. Just end me.’

’My life stops here.’

’Pointless.’

’Absolutely pointless.’

’What’s the use of being healed if I’ve lost my strength?’

Though he had already given up mentally, the intense, bizarre sensations assaulting his heart still forced his mouth into a grimace.

’Damn it.’

’This hurts like hell.’

’This pain goes straight to the core of my soul.’

Beside him, Crocodile frowned deeply.

As a former victim, he could confidently say: This was new.

This guy had invented yet another fresh horror.

Back then, Crocodile had only had 80% of his bones replaced.

The shattered fragments of his fractures had been scraped out by this lunatic using nothing but a tiny stick.

Sure, it had left him sleepless for nights in prison—but it was nothing compared to what Bullet was enduring now.

His heart had been yanked out.

This was downright inhumane.

Sure, after his own “treatment”, Crocodile had felt a slight boost in strength.

But Bullet’s case?

Forget strength gains—he’d be lucky to survive.

Crocodile watched the entire process with a grimace, mentally noting:

’Let’s see if this so-called “miracle doctor” ends up killing someone today.’

Meanwhile, as time passed, Vir continued his “massage” steadily.

But the deeper he went, the more his brow furrowed.

The reason was simple:

No more points.

Bullet’s injuries were nowhere near as severe as Whitebeard’s, making the treatment relatively straightforward.

Yet, bizarrely, after initially showering Vir with points, Bullet had suddenly stopped yielding any.

Vir had already reinserted all the organs, yet Bullet hadn’t contributed a single drop.

This left Vir utterly baffled.

What’s going on?

Was it bugged?

Confused, he had no choice but to keep going.

Gripping the Vibro-Blade that had just finished off Shiryu, Vir gave Bullet a gentle poke.

*Squelch!*

The blade slid into flesh.

Bullet, who had been lying still with closed eyes, suddenly jolted, his eyes snapping wide open.

Though paralyzed, his head jerked up violently.

His already flushed face turned an even deeper shade of red.

“What the hell is this?! Your sword—it has this kind of effect too?!”

Despite the agony, Bullet’s willpower was inhuman.

He even managed a mocking grin.

“This blade must’ve been stuck in a lot of things, huh? A real treasure you’ve got there. Kid, you’ve got quite the repertoire!”

“Hahaha! It’s a shame you didn’t go into the service industry!”

Vir’s frown deepened at the taunting laughter.

Is his endurance just too high?

Has he gotten used to losing strength?

Is he really this tough?

Just as doubt crept in—

[Ding! Host, please note: Key figures in the One Piece world yield higher negative points. This individual’s importance is average.]

The system suddenly chimed in, answering Vir’s confusion.

The reminder caught him off guard—he had nearly forgotten this rule.

So far, the people he’d “treated” were either closely tied to Luffy or indispensable to the world.

Now, facing Bullet—a powerhouse but not a pivotal figure—the point drops had drastically slowed.

No wonder.

For a second, he’d suspected his hallucinogens were defective.

Well, if that’s the case, farming massive points from Bullet was off the table.

He’d never reach Rayleigh’s level of importance, even if their strength was comparable.

But no matter.

Fewer points just meant shifting focus.

Time to secure the ability first.

With that, Vir’s expression relaxed.

Oh, you like laughing, huh?

Even Shiki couldn’t hold back screams—let’s see if you can stay silent.

His hands became a blur.

Strikes rained down on Bullet in rapid succession.

At first, Bullet kept laughing.

But soon, his amusement died.

One stab was manageable.

But before the first wave faded, the twenty-third blade was already inside him.

The difficulty level had skyrocketed.

Now, all he could do was clamp his mouth shut.

He couldn’t even cover it—his arms were immobile.

Crocodile’s brows had long twisted into knots.

He’d been stunned when Vir reinserted all those tempered organs and Bullet acted like nothing happened.

But now, watching Vir stab Bullet repeatedly with the same blade that had killed Shiryu—

’Just how much do you hate this guy?!’

’You heal him just to execute him?!’

The stabs were vicious—like a man discovering his wife’s infidelity.

Fast. Precise. Ruthless.

A hundred strikes, none fatal.

’What kind of grudge is this?!’

’I don’t even hate Bullet this much!’

’He was in prison before you were born!’

’What did he ever do to you?!’

’This is brutal.’

’Look at him—his eyes are rolling back.’

’Tch!’

If Crocodile hadn’t watched the whole thing, he’d have thought they were playing some twisted plug-and-play game.

Crocodile grimaced and turned away, unable to watch.

It was too much.

He and Bullet had crossed fists before—seeing him die like this stirred pity.

Jinbe’s reaction was even more extreme.

His fish eyes were practically glued to the bars.

This grotesque spectacle gave him a whole new understanding of the word “doctor”.

Yet, to the other prisoners, this scene only sparked cheers.

“Kill him! Kill him!”

“Yeah! Just like that! Finish him!”

“Take out that fat bastard! I’ve had enough of him!”

“That smug jerk acting all high and mighty! Just die already!”

The loudest jeers came from Catarina Devon.

Yes—the same grotesque woman who would later join the Blackbeard Pirates.

Her hatred stemmed from past attempts to flirt with the handsome Bullet, only to be ignored.

Now, she reveled in his suffering.

But her taunts drew Bullet’s gaze.

And the look in his eyes—

Spoke volumes.

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