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"General Sengoku, Vashto has woken up."

The hospital nurse brought the good news that Guo, who was fighting with a pile of documents on his desk, wanted to hear the most.

"Hmm? Oh, okay, don't tell anyone outside about this."

Zhan Guo's tense heart finally relaxed since Washto had survived that near-death experience.

As for the remaining bumps and bumps, he should be able to get through them safely given his extraordinary recovery ability.

It's good. He woke up quickly and things didn't develop into the worst case scenario he had expected. As long as everything is fine.

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Vashto's ward.

General Zefa excitedly put the newspaper in his hand on the table, touched it up and down, left and right, and touched Vashto's hair.

"Instructor Zefa, we can't, at least not here"

Vashto's weak trembling voice reminded Zefa of the previous advice from the attending doctor. Vashto's body was in the recovery period and was as fragile as a newborn baby. If he was subjected to too much external pressure, it was likely to cause irreversible secondary damage.

"I'm reporting a little bit, a little bit. I've been waiting in your ward for three days. Besides giving you nutrients, I've been praying that you'll get better. I can't control my emotions a bit."

Zephyr put down his groping hands and explained.

"I understand, but how many days did I lie down?"

Washto now felt limp all over, without any strength at all, just like a steamed bun that had been thrown into water and soaked for three days and three nights.

"Do not you remember?"

Zefa's heart skipped a beat. Damn it! Could it be that Vashto had lost his memory after being hit by Gallagher's "copper hammer"?

Damn it. If I had known that day, I would not have listened to Zhan Guo’s advice and stopped. I should have fought that treacherous villain to the end and beat him until he lost his memory.

"What am I supposed to remember? Gallagher's sweaty blackheads? Stop it, I'm going to throw up my stomach acid."

Vashto's body was in a weak state, but his mouth didn't want to suffer like this.

"Thank God, you still remember. I thought you had lost your basic memory. I was scared to death."

Zefa let out a long sigh, and the guilt in his heart finally dissipated a little.

"Ah? Did you mishear something?"

Vashto didn't understand the reason behind Zefa's question. Aren't the words he said what a normal patient should say when waking up? How could he sound like he had lost his memory?

"Your words just now were a little unclear. I thought you were saying, 'Who am I and where am I?'"

Zefa couldn't bear to expose Vashto's current situation. His tooth leakage affected his speech, and he was able to hear the few words he said based on his ability to read lips.

Just based on the pronunciation of Washto "Ah La Bu Ka Ba, Bala Lai Ah", if you listen normally, you need a professional decryptor to understand what he is saying.

However, there are exceptions. When Vashto said the second sentence just now, the trembling of his mouth was not obvious, so he had to guess what he said based on the vague sound he heard in his ears.

"You should have a good rest. Now is not a good time to talk. When you have recovered enough, we can talk in detail."

Zefa covered Vashto's quilt back and looked at Vashto's bandaged face with a loving face, with only two eyes, a nose and a mouth exposed.

This child is good in every way except that he is too impulsive. He will suffer from this temper in the future. I hope this experience will teach him a lesson and he won't get involved in such dangerous things again.

Even if he stood on the side of his kindest and most admired instructor, he could not risk his life against someone he was completely unable to fight against.

"Thank you for your help, instructor. I have a request that you can grant me."

Vashto tried his best to pronounce clearly and said the words he had thought of before he fainted.

"You said, try to make it as short as possible so as not to stretch the wound."

Zefa whispered softly into Vashto's ear.

"I heard that you don't have any children. If possible, I would like to take care of you until the end of your life to repay you for saving my life."

Vashto's words were very clear, and Zefa burst into tears without even using his lip-reading ability. If it weren't for the doctor's instructions, Zefa would have wanted to hold this sensible child in his arms.

"Hey, I heard you woke up, Wolverine boy, hurry up and get up. G2 division is short of workers. Bogart said that without you, the guys in G2 division are a little lonely and unbearable."

Garp's rough voice reached the ears of the two men, and then a human figure was knocked out of the wall next to the door. Garp patted the dust off his body and smiled foolishly.

"Karp, get out of here!"

Zephyr's face was filled with black lines. This rare warm moment in his life was interrupted by Garp's carelessness.

The resentment about why the brother who had been through thick and thin with him did not get drowned by the sea reached its peak.

"Hey, I'm here to see the rising star of our G2 division, who would want to see an old-fashioned person like you?"

Karp placed the fruit basket hidden behind his back on the table above the bed. There were two or three apples and a soft banana scattered in the basket.

It forms a sharp contrast with the rich and diverse flower baskets of Zefa and Sengoku next to it.

"Well, I ordered it a little too early. I've been busy lately, training all the time, and I didn't have time to come and see you. Also, my soldiers were greedy, and they ate them when I wasn't paying attention. Don't mind this little detail, these two are still very nutritious."

Cap stumbled over his explanation of his rather bleak fruit basket.

Considering that today was a good day for Vashto to wake up, Zefa did not expose the fact that behind Garp's evasive words was what he saw with his own eyes yesterday: Garp throwing shells and eating fruit at the same time.

He would throw a cannonball after eating an apple. If the cannonballs had not been thrown out, the apples in the fruit plate would probably not have escaped Karp's huge mouth.

"The doctor told us that Vashto has not fully recovered yet and we cannot move him."

Zephyr pushed away Garp's dirty hands that were about to touch him all over like he did a few minutes ago.

"Ah, well, as long as he wakes up, he will be a member of my G2 branch sooner or later anyway."

The more Garp looked at Vashto, the more satisfied he became, to the point of punching the admiral just for Zephyr's months of teaching.

This courage and friendship made him determined to transform Vashto into a member of the G2 branch inside and out.

As a well-known hands-off boss in the Navy, the daily life of the G2 branch is supported by his confidant Bogart. It is time to assign another confidant to be the second-in-command.

"Eh? Weren't you thrown into the World Government by Marshal Sora? Why are you still here? Could it be that you have finally fallen in love with disobeying orders like I have?"

Karp picked his nose naturally. Actually, his nose didn't itch, and there was no booger in his nose to pick. After all, he usually picked his nose very diligently.

Instead, the act of picking his nose became a subconscious action for him, and occasionally became a medium for him to launch a psychological offensive against pirates.

He was at the Navy Headquarters, at the Navy G2 Division, in front of the kings of the allied nations, in front of the Five Elders, and even standing in the security zone outside the World Conference, looking at the sunset and…