Please Show Up Soon

Outside the clinic, Kuro just walked out of the room with dark circles under his eyes. 

He watched Gawain's entire training last night, and now he doesn't know what words to use to describe his feelings.

He just stared blankly in the direction where Gawain's disappeared, and for a moment, he couldn't help being lost in thought.

"The last form, which is smaller in size but more oppressive, is that your goal?"

"From the very beginning, he was unfamiliar with the subject, and he was able to make progress with each attempt. In just one night, he was able to achieve his goal perfectly."

"Is this why you can learn the Pussyfoot Maneuver that I spent several years developing just by looking at it, and you are even confident that you can learn the Six Styles just by looking at it?!"

"Monster, no, it's a demon!"

"Is this something that humans can really do?!"

For a moment, Kuro felt that he had discovered the truth behind Gawain's confidence in learning the Six Styles, which was his unimaginable talent.

"And, I can see that in addition to his talent, he can also perfectly control his body. The effect of this ability is even more terrifying than that kind of enlightenment."

"Even though I haven't come into contact with the Six Styles, I can still make a judgment. Even if I achieve the Life Return, I don't think I can achieve the effect that Gawain shows."

"The question we all should think about is not how to surpass him but how to keep up with him!"

When he thought of this, there was only unspeakable unwillingness in Kuro's eyes. He took out a folded piece of paper from his arms and slowly opened it.

What comes into his view is a Devil Fruit covered with blades, which are entangled with each other to form a fruit that bulges like a whirlwind.

"If you choose me, please show up soon. I can't bear the day when I become a burden."

"Hey, what are you looking at, Mr. Kuro?"

Sanji, who had just prepared breakfast and brought it to everyone, was stunned. He felt that the paper in Kuro's hand looked familiar as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Is that… a piece of paper from the Devil Fruit Encyclopedia?"

Kuro stuffed the paper into his arms, blushed, and denied: "You saw it wrong!"

"If I'm not mistaken. This is the encyclopedia I've seen before. Don't you hate Devil Fruits the most, Mr. Kuro?!"

"What a fuss!"

Kuro's defense was broken. He didn't even bother to take care of breakfast. He just turned around and disappeared into the snow in the distance in an instant.

Sanji, at the side, smiled meaningfully: "Another person who says one thing but does another."

After breakfast, Chopper went straight back to the clinic and resumed his research on new medicines.

The arrival of the three doctors from the Isshi-20 not only relieves Chopper's current pressure and helps him deal with more patients but also provides him with more help in the research of new medicines.

After all, these three are the best at new medicine research among the Isshi-20.

"The special medicine we developed for the spores of Musshuru has been proven to be ineffective."

The afro doctor stood beside Chopper, raised his hand, touched his chin, and said: "But the ideas in it can still be used. It can greatly speed up the development of new medicines. It just needs human trials later."

"It will take some time to develop new medicines, and then we will look for volunteers among patients. We don't have much time now."

Chopper nodded; his eyes were completely serious, and he focused on the preparation of the new medicine.

From the medicine ratio to the adaptation of the medicinal properties, Chopper was extremely serious at every step, and the three doctors were also doing their best to help him.

Chopper is kind-hearted by nature. After what happened yesterday, although he still hasn't said it, he has actually forgiven the doctor in his heart, or in other words, Isshi-20, who turned back at this moment, was the patient treated by Hiriluk and was the proof of his existence.

Therefore, Chopper gradually let go of the grudge in his heart. After a night of communication, he was also surprised by the medical skills of these three people.

However, he didn't know that the three people were much more surprised than he was.

Now, the doctor with the afro hair looked at Chopper and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "Even if we count from the time you were adopted by Hiriluk, you have only been studying medicine for five or six years, but you have achieved a level that makes us ashamed."

"This is no longer something that can be achieved by talent alone."

"Only those of us who are doctors know the hard work that goes into this."

"Hiriluk is a great man who can heal people's hearts, but to be honest, his medical skills in treating injuries are really average."

"But you are different. You are stronger than all of us."

As the sound fell to the ground, Chopper's ears twitched twice, and he immediately turned his head while smiling and said: "Asshole! If you keep talking nonsense, then get out of here!"

He said this, but his hand subconsciously pulled away the chair next to him.

The afro doctor was embarrassed, looked at his companion next to him, scratched his head, and asked in disbelief: "Is he trying to get me to sit down and continue?!" 

"Should… Should it be?"

The three of them laughed, but when they looked at Chopper, the guilt in their eyes had reached the point where they could no longer be hidden.

"He's a very good child."

"Yes, he may be the greatest doctor this country has ever seen."

"No, the greatest doctor is Hiriluk; Chopper… is second."

"That's enough chit-chat."

The three of them immediately focused all their energy on the research of patients and new medicines and even assigned one person to conduct research on related vaccines.

They wanted to help the kingdom once and for all, rid themselves of the harm caused by Musshuru, and atone for the sins they had committed.

Time flies, and several days pass.

The clinic received more patients, and it even reached the point where the wards were full. Even the rooms that originally belonged to Kuro and others were now occupied by patients.

The purple spores in the air have reached the point where they are visible to the naked eye, like a thin layer of mist.

An old man looked at the doctors coming and going and taking care of different patients in front of him, with his eyes filled with tears.

"Doctor, is there any hope for us?!"

In the ward, the people around him no longer had the heart to speak.

That was the breath of despair spreading.

Seeing their bodies weakening day by day, even if they woke up the next day, they only felt unspeakable despair in their hearts.

"Definitely."

The doctor with an afro held the old man's hand and felt an inexplicable heaviness for the first time.

He looked at the patients around him and suddenly remembered the look that Hiriluk had given him.

"I now understand why Hiriluk was willing to die with a smile on his face."

"Did he keep us here just for now?!"

As he said this, tears welled up in the eyes of the afro doctor, but in the next moment, he pulled himself back together.

Doctors are not allowed to cry, at least not in front of their patients.

He moved among the crowd, trying his best to save everyone's life.