Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

The first half of the Grand Line.

The Drum Kingdom.

The town of Kesda.

Heavy snow fell from the gray sky, and the everlasting cold enveloped this peaceful and prosperous island.

Suddenly, two black phantoms shot out from the clouds in the sky and sank into the earth at an astonishing speed.

Boom!

The air waves spread, and snowflakes flew all over the sky.

Darren, holding a bottle of strong liquor in his hand, stepped out slowly from the drifting snowflakes, looked up at the castle building located halfway up the mountain, and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"It should be here."

He looked back at Zefa behind him.

The old man with purple short hair was lying in a specially made metal box, with a sickly red on his rough face. The high fever made his consciousness almost blurred, and every breath condensed into frost in the cold winter island air.

In Darren's perception, Zefa's heartbeat frequency was getting faster and faster, but his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

The long-term high fever made his internal organs seem to be in a state of burning. If he did not receive proper treatment, if it continued like this, even if he was finally saved, it would cause lifelong sequelae.

Thinking of this, Darren took a step forward and shouted loudly to the castle building in front of him:

"Rogers Darren, come to seek medical treatment."

"Please ask Dr. Kuleha to treat my teacher, 'Black Arm' Zefa!"

One second,

Two seconds,

Three seconds,

There was still no response from the castle, which made Darren's heart sink.

He looked back at Zefa again, and the latter's face looked worse.

Darren gritted his teeth, and just as he was about to take action, the gate of the castle was suddenly opened.

"So if I don't agree, you will tear down my castle, navy boy?"

A tall figure stood there, leaning against the door frame, looking at Darren helplessly.

She wore sunglasses and a purple denim crop top. She was slender and hot, and her long gray hair made her look particularly chic.

But her slightly hoarse voice revealed that her real age was far from what she looked like.

Dr. Kuleha!

The best doctor in the Drum Kingdom, the "Doctor's Country" in the Grand Line, and the teacher who taught Chopper his lifelong medical skills in the original plot, is called the "Witch"!

As far as Darren knows, although Dr. Kuleha looks only about 30 or 40 years old at this time, she is actually 139 years old.

It seems that the years have not played a role in her, which shows how superb her medical skills are.

"If this is the only way for you to save people..."

Darren nodded calmly.

"Besides, I'm not a navy anymore."

He raised the liquor in his hand.

"I brought you a gift."

Dr. Kuleha pinched his temple with a headache and sighed:

"You gave me a very difficult problem."

"Since you know that you are no longer a navy, you should understand that if I save people, I may get into trouble..."

She glanced at Darren, then at Zefa who was unconscious behind him, shook her head, turned and walked into the castle.

"There is really no other way. Bring in the old man with the broken arm...well, and the bottle of wine in your hand."

...

Five minutes later.

On the second floor of the castle building, the burning fireplace exuded a warm atmosphere.

Dr. Kuleha took off the sunglasses that covered half of her face, revealing an old face with wrinkles.

Her nose was very high and pointed, and with the wrinkles on her forehead and white hair, she did look a bit like a "witch" and "devil" in fairy tales.

Dr. Kuleha picked up the wine brought by Darren, bit off the cork with her mouth, and drank a few sips impatiently.

As the strong liquor went down her throat, she regained some spirit, and a blush appeared on her wrinkled face. Then she glanced at Darren casually:

"What are you looking at, kid? Do you want to know the secret of my eternal youth?"

Darren's mouth twitched, and he said:

"Dr. Kuleha, are you sure you can still treat my teacher after drinking?"

Dr. Kuleha sneered:

"When I was treating you, you were not born yet, kid."

As she said that, she walked to Zefa who was lying on the bed and did a simple examination.

The gauze oozing with black and green blood was lifted up by her bit by bit, revealing the bloody wound. The position of the broken arm can clearly see that there are spore-like tissues growing and spreading.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this thing is not easy to treat..."

Dr. Kuleha frowned, reached out and touched Zefa's forehead, felt the latter's body temperature, and his face became more solemn.

"Darren, wait outside. Don't get in the way."

After saying that, she didn't explain anything. She turned and walked into the room where medicines were prepared. She was fiddling with something inside.

Darren then walked out of the room, found a seat in the corridor, sat down, lit a cigar, and waited quietly.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The sunlight outside the window gradually dimmed, and the sky darkened.

Darren kept waiting in this posture until the ground was full of cigar butts, and the door of the room was opened.

"Witch" Dr. Kuleha came out.

Darren immediately stood up and looked at her closely.

Dr. Kuleha took off his gloves covered in green blood and threw them into the trash can. He lit a cigarette and took a puff before he said in a hoarse voice:

"His injury has been delayed for too long. I can only stabilize his condition for the time being."

Darren's hands trembled.

"What do you mean?"

Dr. Kuleha shook his head and said:

"I mean, he came too late, and the toxin has already invaded the body."

"Although I successfully removed part of the corroded tissue through surgery and stabilized the condition with drugs, I don't have a good way to deal with the infinitely multiplying spores."

Darren was struck by lightning.

Dr. Kuleha glanced at him and continued:

"But you don't have to be too disappointed. Conventional means may not work, but I can recommend someone to you."

Darren was stunned, and his eyes lit up.

"Please go!"

Dr. Kuleha exhaled a stream of smoke from his mouth.

"When I was young, I met that guy during a trip. He is the most gifted doctor I have ever seen, and he can cure any disease."

"It is said that he can cure even terminally ill patients... Even for patients who are terminally ill, with his superb medical skills, he can greatly help prolong the patient's life span and quality of life."

"It's just that he is not very interested in becoming a doctor, and I returned to the Drum Kingdom, so I gradually lost contact."

"However, I heard that he seemed to be a lighthouse keeper at Gemini Cape a few years ago."

"What was the name of that guy... It seems to be..."

She scratched her head, as if trying to recall.

"--Kurokas."

Darren took over her words, muttering with a complicated expression:

"... He is now the ship doctor of Roger's Pirates."

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