Sanji, now bandaged and grotesque-looking due to the medicine's side effects, had completely regained his spirit.
As long as it's not permanent… there's still hope in life!
He could still cook. Still fighting. Still chasing girls.
Life was good again.
Weir was happy.
Sanji was happy.
Even the other Straw Hats started to relax.
And with that, the treatment fiasco was over—
sort of.
Will was even more delighted inside.
Just Sanji alone had already provided more negative points than the entire team combined so far.
This system… really favors effective medicine.
The right kind of pain = sustainable development!
Feeling good, Weir opened the mall again and redeemed a pack of premium Chinese cigarettes.
He casually tossed them to Sanji.
"Here, this is from my private stash. Try one."
Sanji caught the pack, eyed the unfamiliar branding, and popped one into his mouth skeptically.
Click.
He lit it—
took a long, slow drag.
Then suddenly…
His eyes widened.
This—this smoothness!
This heavenly silk-like feel down the throat!
What is this?!
He had smoked a lot of pirate-world cigarettes before.
All of them were garbage—dry, bitter, and choked worse than cannon smoke.
But this?
This was a divine product!
His mood, still lingering in trauma a moment ago, instantly disappeared into wisps of fragrant smoke.
Sanji looked euphoric.
"This… this is what a real smoke is supposed to be…"
He clutched the rest of the pack like treasure and stared at Weir with sparkling eyes.
The kind of eyes that say:
"I have found my soulmate."
If Weir wasn't busy treating others, Sanji probably would've hugged him and shouted:
"GOOD BROTHER!!"
Weir turned and looked at Chopper.
The poor deer had been flung to the couch Nami had previously occupied.
"Alright Chopper. Tell me—what's hurting?"
He popped open his medical kit as he spoke.
Chopper trembled at the sight.
Sweat began dripping down his forehead.
"B-Brother… I-I'm fine… I'll just drink some hot water, r-rest a bit…"
Weir gave him a blank look.
Chopper's face was bruised, nose smashed, one arm clearly fractured.
"…Forget it. I'll just treat you as your teacher. You can handle the rest yourself."
Hearing this, Chopper lit up like fireworks.
"Okay!! Thank you, Brother! I'll bandage myself! Really!! I'm super good at that!"
He was already mentally celebrating—
No injections! No nasty liquids! Just bandages—easy!
But then…
Chopper's ears twitched.
He noticed the strange shine from Weir's disinfectant bottle.
The ominous glow of his bandages, stained with some suspicious… substance.
His heart dropped.
No… no no no…
"Here, let me disinfect it first."
"W-Wait—!"
Too late.
Weir grabbed Chopper's head and started the operation.
Chopper struggled weakly, like a fish out of water.
"Brother! B-Big Brother! I-I have my own bandages! My own disinfectant! Use mine, please!"
"Nope. Mine works best."
Items from my system kit increase the chances of leaving psychological trauma.
And weirdly enough… that generates more points.
There was no mercy.
Weir quickly and efficiently wrapped Chopper in the battle-damaged style bandage set, a signature treatment now.
Chopper was now sitting in the corner—wrapped head to hoof in crooked, half-torn gauze.
He was silent.
Tears streaming down his cheeks.
A reindeer with a tragic past.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host. Gained 200 negative points.]
Nice.
Bandaging = 200 points.
Totally worth it.
Even Dr. Kureha didn't stop him anymore.
Maybe she thought it was some kind of advanced therapy she didn't understand.
Aesthetic value: horrible.
Therapeutic effect? Surprisingly good.
Feeling a tiny bit guilty, Weir approached his broken apprentice.
He gently handed over a cotton candy marshmallow.
"Here. I'm not heartless, y'know. Eat this."
Chopper had been silently sulking, drawing circles on the floor in despair.
When the smell hit his nose—
his ears twitched.
"…Marshmallow?"
He sniffed.
Sniffed again.
Eyes widened.
It really was marshmallow!!
He looked up—
There stood Big Brother, holding it out like a divine offering.
Chopper felt moved.
He's mean… but maybe not all mean…
He grabbed the treat with trembling hooves and took a lick.
Suddenly—happiness!
His heart healed faster than any potion.
"Hey, uh… what kind of bandage is that?"
Luffy blinked, finally processing Chopper's new look.
"That stuff's almost falling apart! How's that supposed to help?!"
Hearing someone question Master, Chopper's ears perked up.
He stood tall, hooves on hips.
"How dare you! There's nothing wrong with my master's stuff! I feel great!"
His voice was firm—loyalty bursting from every word.
He gave me marshmallow. I will protect his honor.
Luffy wasn't offended.
In fact, his eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Whoa! Really?! Does it work that well?!
Hey! Doctor! Can you wrap me like that too?! I wanna try!!"
Nami, standing nearby, bonked him on the head.
WHACK!
"Are you stupid?! What if it's only meant for animals?!"
Luffy rubbed his head with a pout.
"…What if I am an animal?"
Weir's eyes twitched.
The situation… is rapidly going out of control.
(End of Chapter)
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