Konoha's task master

On the sea.

Marco's boat did not slow down at all, and crashed directly into the Mobydick. Just as the two ships were about to collide, the Mobydick's side strings automatically slid open, revealing a passage.

The boat sailed straight in. After being dragged by a giant mechanical arm, the three of them came to a deep corridor with bright incandescent lights above their heads. It was said to be deep because there was no end in sight, as if they were really walking inside a giant whale.

, there are various decorations on both sides of the corridor, and the floor is made of brown-red wood.

"Dad, wait for you two on the deck."

Dong Dong Dong... The three of them took big steps.

The deck of the Moby Dick is more like a huge square than a deck, with hundreds of pirates sitting or standing.

The strength of each of them is not inferior to Frye, the ferocious dog that Yakumo once saw. With a bounty of less than 50 million, they are not qualified to board Whitebeard's main ship.

These people stared at Yakumo and Rayleigh at the same time, with unruly eyes and no respect at all. Seeing this, Rayleigh snorted with a somewhat displeased expression.

The invisible overlord color spreads and transforms into a powerful spiritual impact, as if the whole world becomes dark at this moment.

The faces of hundreds of pirates turned pale, and the unbearable ones among them had already fainted in the last half-conscious step. But what was clever... interestingly was that the servants who were responsible for carrying the wine and meat had their faces as usual.

Obviously, Rayleigh's mastery of the overlord's domineering energy has reached the level of perfection.

At this moment, they confirmed Rayleigh's strength and won their respect.

"Gula la la la!"

Unique laughter rang out as the two forces met in mid-air and chose to stop at the same moment.

On both sides of the deck passage, sixteen wooden chairs of different sizes with armrests were placed, which belonged to the positions of the captains of the entire sixteen squads. In those positions, Yakumo saw many familiar faces.

Captain Diamond Jozi, Captain of the 5th Division Foil Bista, and Captain of the 16th Division Izo.

There is a huge chair at the end of the passage, and sitting on that chair is none other than the legendary pirate, the strongest man on land, sea and air... Edward Newgate.

Rayleigh led Yakumo towards Whitebeard.

At this moment, he finally saw clearly the strongest man in the legend. He had an exaggerated upper body with several muscles, and the muscles on his chest were sharp and angular. He was wearing a white coat with red lining, and his shoulders were embellished with light yellow tassels. His iconic feature was the crescent moon.

Shape of white beard.

Several electrodes were inserted into his chest to monitor his heartbeat, white transparent tape was stuck to his thick arms for infusion, and his nostrils were connected to a ventilator.

Yakumo judged from the simple but very sophisticated life-support devices around Whitebeard that Whitebeard's respiratory system was the lungs, the blood supply system was the heart, and the digestive system...that is, the stomach and intestines all had extremely serious problems.

of damage.

When the most important thing is the failure of organs in the body due to aging, time will always be an invincible enemy. What is left are the fatal hidden wounds left from fighting when we were young. In short, it is a mess.

"Gu la la la la, old friend...Long time no see."

Whitebeard laughed loudly and said, "It's natural to say hello to old friends when they meet. As for Yakumo next to him, he was temporarily ignored by Whitebeard."

"Would you like to...spar?"

Rayleigh replied with a smile.

At this moment, the lazy Marco tensed his body subconsciously. No one present knew the true condition of Whitebeard's body. It was already at the point where he might collapse at any time.

If these two people had a good time fighting, it is estimated that the white-bearded father would probably die on the spot.

"Gla la la la...I heard that your boy is sure to help me return to my peak condition?"

Whitebeard didn't seem to hear Rayleigh's invitation. His family knew about his family affairs, and he knew the state of his body. He only had the strength to fight. After a few days, he made a big fuss in Malinfando to save Ace. This was the curtain call he prepared for himself.

present.

"I have confidence."

Yakumo nodded and said, with his master-level Palm Immortal Technique, he can already perform simple operations on the cells in the human body. In other words, except for lower-level genetic problems, there are no diseases left in this world that can stump him.

, although it is impossible for him to make people live forever now, there is still no problem in extending their life span by ten or eight years...

"Gula la la la...you make a request!"

Whitebeard smiled boldly.

What made him happy was that through seeing and hearing Se Haki, he discovered that Yakumo was not lying, which meant that this young kid really had the means to treat him.

"A quiet room, just you and me."

Before Yakumo could finish speaking, the eyes of hundreds of people around him instantly became wary, and the grumpy ones had even raised their weapons. Now they doubted the real reason why Yakumo boarded the ship. Could it be that he is actually a top assassin secretly trained by the World Government?

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"How far can you treat it?"

"Well, it's actually hard to say, but I am confident that you can return to the state you were in ten years ago."

Whitebeard looked at Yakumo's young face and listened to his sincere words, but he always felt a little unreliable. After all, he looked too young...

Silence... The eyes of the hundreds of pirates around him became more and more evil. The huge weapons collided with the deck and made a dull sound. It was as if they were just waiting for Whitebeard's order before they swarmed up and eliminated Yakumo.

Whitebeard looked at Rayleigh as if asking.

"Where did you find this person...? Is he reliable?"

Rayleigh shook his head inaudibly, then took out the silver wine bottle and took a sip.

Probably.

"I don't know either. You can decide for yourself, right?"

"good."

He decided to take a gamble.

"You have to believe me...I'm really not a quack."

Yakumo said sincerely that when he was improving his Palm Immortal skills, thousands of years of memories of treating illnesses and saving lives were accumulated in his mind. At this time, he could be called...a sage among healers.

"Gu la la la la...I believe you."

Whitebeard lifted the wine barrel that was half a man's height, and the cow drank. The so-called cow drink means drinking like a wild cow drinking water.

In this world, most pirates have this bad habit, that is, they like to drink. No matter how monster they are, their bodies cannot bear this endless indulgence.

Whitebeard raised his hand to indicate that the pirates' weapons were returned to their sheaths, and the tense and solemn atmosphere around them eased slightly.

Ten minutes later, Moby-Dick, in the medical room.

Whitebeard was lying on the hospital bed with his upper body naked. Yakumo took two steps forward, blue light balls emitted from his hands, and he began to examine in detail. Not far away stood a somewhat wary Marco.

This is the result of negotiation. During the treatment process, Whitebeard is likely to fall into a coma and enter a completely undefended state. The Whitebeard Pirates are not allowed to leave Whitebeard's life and safety in the hands of a mysterious man without any heel.

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"Sure enough, the lungs collapsed, the heart became inactive, and there were knife marks on the surface of the heart. There was congestion and bone residue near the spine that compressed the nerves and blood vessels. There were small iron fragments in the muscles. The surface of the internal organs showed varying degrees of damage, like extreme

Strong shock wave... This is the sequelae of the fruit, and there are varying degrees of organ failure. There are several shrapnels in the muscle transverse injury. Tsk... It is really a classic medical textbook... It is simply an encyclopedia of death."

Yakumo teased.

"Hey, you do have a few brushes."

Whitebeard said, Yakumo's few minutes of examination turned out to be the same as the judgment made by his ship's doctor using precision instruments.

Of course, the cause is easy to find, but the disease is difficult to cure.

"Hold on…"

Yakumo sat cross-legged on the ground and began to devour the surrounding natural energy. The sage mode can increase the power of ninjutsu, including the healing palm senjutsu.

Marco's eyes became wary, and he watched quietly as Yakumo began to play tricks.

"Marco...what is he doing?"

"You seem to be concentrating?"

Three minutes later, a blood-red sage mark appeared on Yakumo's forehead. He created a shadow clone to use Palm Senjutsu to activate the depleted organs, while the main body used the Jutsu to remove foreign matter from the body.

Marco looked at the sudden appearance of the shadow clone, quietly activating the fruit ability, and there were faint blue sparks jumping in the corners of his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm really... a doctor."

Yakumo spoke to comfort him.

At the same time, Yakumo began to speed up the treatment of Whitebeard. His originally calm and calm face gradually became distorted as the treatment process progressed. Yakumo estimated that the treatment of Whitebeard would be divided into at least three full courses of treatment.

The first course of treatment allowed the lungs that had been idle for a long time to start functioning again. This process alone took Yakumo most of his time. He never dreamed that there were more than a dozen pieces of iron in a person's lungs, but he

He is still alive... he is truly a monster...

That afternoon, Baibeard was pushed out of the medical room. Although his face was pale, as if he had gone through an ordeal, everyone could feel that Baibeard's condition had partially recovered. At least now he no longer needed a ventilator.

"Gla la la la... I really believe that you are a world-class doctor now..."

Whitebeard held up a wine barrel and drank with Rayleigh. Of course, Rayleigh's drinking style was much more gentle, and he just held the silver wine bottle that he always carried with him.

The nature of human beings may be...stupid. They understand that drinking a lot of alcohol is harmful to the body, but they choose to drink indulgently in exchange for short-term happiness, without caring about the body that is already close to overdraft. Just like humans also understand that smoking is a chronic suicide.

, but still enjoy it.

As a doctor, Yakumo would still feel a little unhappy when he saw the patient he was about to undergo surgery drinking heavily, but he couldn't persuade him because he couldn't beat the white-bearded old man.

Whitebeard has at least 60 points of physical fitness and strength. He is indeed the strongest man on the sea, and this number is rapidly increasing as Whitebeard's physical condition recovers.

Because they had truly seen the effects of the treatment, the surrounding pirates became much kinder to Yakumo. It felt as if they had suddenly changed from a spy sent by the enemy to a trustworthy member of their own family.

If there is a favorability test in the game system, Yakumo can be sure that the Whitebeard Pirates' favorability towards him is rising at an extremely fast rate. As a pirate who licks blood with a knife, who wouldn't like a doctor with superb medical skills?

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During this time, Reilly obtained a long knife, one of the most powerful knives, from the treasure room of the Moby Dick. It was named Yunjianxue and was about 80 centimeters long.

The sharpness of Yakumo's observation is slightly inferior to that of his demon slayer, which means that the sharpness of his demon slayer is probably between...the Supreme Knife and the Great Knife.

That night, the Whitebeard Pirates held another carnival party on the deck. This time, Whitebeard drank a little more restrainedly. After all, there was still an operation waiting for him after the party.

Whitebeard stood under the railing of the ship, breathing in the fresh sea breeze vigorously. This time, there was no severe pain from being cut by a dull knife in his chest, and he couldn't help but raise his head and burst into deafening laughter.

"Gula la la la!"

This is what counts as living. If it weren't for the fear that the Whitebeard Pirates would lose their backbone after his death, Whitebeard would never want to survive with life support equipment.

Not far away, Rayleigh smiled happily. He found three bottles of handed down wine from Whitebeard's wine room, Snow Dancer, Song of Songs, and Rose Gold Wine.

This is Whitebeard's gratitude to Rayleigh. He doesn't care whose blood is flowing in Ace's body, as long as Ace calls him daddy, then Ace is his biological son.

In the medical room, Whitebeard is lying on the bed.

In the corner, Marco's eyes are bright and there is no smell of alcohol on his body. Everyone can indulge tonight and choose to believe this boy, but he cannot. Before Whitebeard's father is completely cured, he is the last one to protect the pirate group.

Barriers, he is wary of everyone.

"This treatment for the heart may be accompanied by some pain. The white-bearded old man must bear it..."

On the hospital bed, the corners of White Beard's eyes twitched obviously. At this moment, he finally recalled the fear of being dominated by the blue light group.

"Um...don't you have any anesthetic?"

"This thing...I really don't have..."

Yakumo shook his head.

"But I do, Marco...don't worry, I'll take a nap first~"

Whitebeard quickly took out the anesthesia needle and inserted two tubes into his own veins. Not long after, he lay unconscious on the bed.

"Actually, if you are afraid of pain, grandpa, I can temporarily cut off the pain nerve..."

The white beard on the hospital bed was no longer in a beautiful mood.

"You should have told me earlier!"

The next second, strong green light pressed against Whitebeard's strong chest muscles, and the abundant vitality washed away the tired heart like a heavy rain.

Finally, the damaged heart was rejuvenated, like a rain of rain after a long drought, it was producing blood crazily, and began to beat powerfully, pumping thick new blood to every part of the body, and the body was beginning to recover.

Half an hour later, the knife wound on White Beard's heart began to heal. It was a fatal wound left by many years of fighting with others. It was like a miracle came to the world. White Beard let out a pleasant whisper and fell asleep slowly.

...snoring like thunder.

Yakumo looked a little pale, staggered to Marco's side, and spoke with some urgency.

"...prepare plenty of food for me."

"Okay... I'll inform you right away."

Marco walked quickly, and the smile on his face could no longer be suppressed. This was the deepest sleep Whitebeard had had in the past five years, and he did not use any anesthetics or analgesics at all.

That boy... is simply a miracle in itself!

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