However, this couldn’t necessarily be considered a bad thing.
He had taken a look.
The girl’s injuries were indeed severe.
Though he wasn’t sure about the Marine’s dical capabilities, they probably weren’t advanced enough to fully heal her.
Her body was practically split at the waist, tilted at an angle...
Damn, how much force did Marco pack into that hit?
But then again, it couldn’t be helped.
A sudden burst of killing intent from behind—so strong that even Armant Haki couldn’t block it—would make anyone strike back with everything they had.
Still, the poor girl took the full blow.
Why did you have to ss with Marco?
It’s not like Akainu couldn’t handle him...
These injuries, though, weren’t much of a problem for Vir.
All it would take was so of his bruise-healing dicine and a session of his special massage technique to fix her right up.
And that was exactly what he planned to do.
By healing her, not only would he earn Zephyr’s gratitude, but he could also show off his unmatched dical skills.
With both of those secured...
Wouldn’t Zephyr have no choice but to recomnd him as the next hospital director?
Well, even if not director, at least the top doctor in the hospital, right?
That would be incredibly useful.
As for Old Ma?
Vir glanced over in his direction.
Hmm.
Already getting pumled while pinned down.
No big deal.
He could hold out a little longer.
It wasn’t a serious issue.
A phoenix wouldn’t die so easily.
Marco had bragged plenty about himself before.
Saying how tanky he was.
How much damage he could take.
Injuries like these? He wouldn’t even bat an eye!
Old Ma rarely got a chance to stretch his legs—no way was he gonna interrupt his leisure ti.
*WHAM!*
Marco took another solid fist to the face, and for so reason, he felt a chill down his spine.
That punch left his freshly rejuvenated face looking like a ss, again.
Even with Armant Haki defending him, he couldn’t fully negate the damage.
But Marco wasn’t backing down.
He kept trading blows with Akainu, holding his ground.
His goal was to stall Akainu—the longer, the better.
Akainu knew this too, which was why he was pouring everything into taking Marco down first.
As a result, Marco’s injuries kept piling up.
Watching from the screen, Jina’s face was etched with worry.
Seeing Marco get hamred by those magma-coated fists over and over twisted her heart uncomfortably.
Gradually, that worry turned into desperation.
Because the Marco on-screen was acting like a complete idiot.
Every ti he got knocked down, he’d just stand back up and block Akainu from leaving.
Which only made his injuries worse.
His Phoenix Flas could heal him, but the constant regeneration was draining his stamina at an alarming rate.
He was already panting heavily.
And so wounds couldn’t even be healed by his flas.
He was looking more and more battered by the second.
"Idiot... Just let him go! You can’t win against him..."
Jina, unable to hold back, muttered her thoughts aloud.
This made Rayleigh, sitting beside her, glance her way.
Hoh?
Marco, you sly dog.
Rayleigh couldn’t help but ntally give Marco a thumbs-up.
The old bird still had it.
But Jina didn’t even notice his gaze.
Her eyes never left Marco.
"Can’t soone save this idiot...?"
Seeing that Marco had no intention of backing down, Jina could only pray for soone to intervene.
But in the chaos of the battlefield, both sides were fully committed.
The fight was dead even—no one had the spare strength to help him.
The Visual Den Den Mushi gave her a full view of the battlefield, and Jina knew the Marines wouldn’t let the pirates send reinforcents.
Even on the Golden Lion’s front, Aokiji and Kizaru were barely holding him off together.
The situation only deepened her anxiety.
For so reason... the image of soone who shouldn’t even be here flickered in her mind.
That guy...
Wouldn’t he be going too?
But she hadn’t seen him at all this whole ti.
If he showed up and saved Marco...
The mont the thought ford, she shook her head, dismissing it as absurd.
Even if he ca, what could he do?
Could he even fight an Admiral?
Not even Marco could win against one...
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"Hurry up! Stop standing around!"
Binz, seeing Vir remain motionless after Zephyr’s order, couldn’t help but yell in frustration.
But Vir just opened his long-empty dical case.
"I’m out of supplies."
He said it like it was nothing.
Hearing this, Zephyr didn’t bla him.
After all, he was the one who had dragged Vir here without asking.
If Vir had no dicine, then Zephyr would have to move Ain despite the risk of worsening her injuries.
"Why didn’t you say so earlier?!"
Binz snapped, his emotions flaring in his panic.
But that was definitely the wrong thing to say.
Zephyr shot him a glare.
"Kid, he’s just—"
Zephyr reached for Ain, trying to smooth things over.
It wasn’t Vir’s fault.
But before he could finish, Vir cut him off.
"Don’t touch her. You’ll shake her up. Her bones are on the verge of shattering—one wrong move and her entire pelvis will collapse."
Vir didn’t have ti to deal with this idiot.
Marco was barely holding on.
He spoke firmly, already pulling out a pair of sterile gloves from his pocket.
His words made Zephyr freeze.
"What? Then what do we do?"
Instinctively, Zephyr trusted Vir’s judgnt.
He was a doctor, after all.
Turning to Ain, he saw her nod weakly in agreent—she could feel it too.
Zephyr’s doubts vanished.
"Kid, do you have a way to move her without making it worse?"
Seeing Vir put on the gloves, all three of them stared in confusion.
What was he doing?
Was he planning to move her himself?
Why else would he need gloves?
"I can heal her right here. Step back."
Vir crouched down beside Ain.
But his words stunned all three of them.
What?
Did he just say he could heal her on the spot?
Was he joking?
He didn’t even have tools—how could he possibly fix her?
With what?
Just his bare hands?
Her bones were about to turn to dust—what could he possibly do without equipnt?
Was this guy just bluffing?
Even Zephyr was skeptical now.
Let alone Ain, lying on the ground, and Binz, watching like a hawk.
Just as Binz was about to stop him, Vir swiftly poured a mysterious liquid from a small bottle onto Ain’s waist.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?! What is that?!"
Binz roared, slapping the nearly empty bottle out of Vir’s hand.
"Her bones are about to shatter! There’s no way you can fix that! If you wanna show off, do it sowhere else! Don’t gamble with her life!"
Binz moved to shove Vir away.
This ti, Zephyr didn’t stop him.
Even he thought this was beyond reason.
But Ain, who had also been frowning in disbelief, suddenly raised a hand to halt Binz.
"Wait!"
"I... I think the pain is fading."
She spoke hesitantly, as if unsure of her own senses.
The unbearable agony in her waist, the feeling that her bones were seconds from crumbling—
All of it was vanishing at an incredible speed.
The sensation of imminent collapse was completely gone.
In fact...
Her bones felt stronger than before.
But how?!
That dicine had only touched her skin seconds ago!
How could it work so fast?
What kind of drug was this?
This... this was beyond dical science.
Where did this guy even get sothing like that?
"Ain! How do you feel? If this bastard’s lying, I’ll kick him out right now!"
Binz kept his guard up, ready to pounce if Vir made any sudden moves.
"I... I don’t feel any pain anymore. My bones... they feel fine."
"Good! Then I’ll just— Wait, what?!"
Binz, who had been about to throw Vir out, froze mid-sentence.
He whipped his head toward Ain, searching for any hint that she was joking.
But all he saw was solemn certainty.
This...
What the hell was in that bottle?!
Her bones were already healed?
How?!
It hadn’t even been a minute!
What kind of insane dicine was that?
But Ain wouldn’t lie about sothing like this.
Did this guy really have the ability to heal her?
No matter how much Binz struggled to believe it, the evidence was right in front of him.
One random bottle of dicine, and her condition had improved drastically.
After a mont of hesitation, he silently stepped aside, allowing Vir to continue.
But instead, Vir stood up, picked up the empty bottle, and turned to leave.
"Find soone else to heal her."
With that, he walked away without another word.
Oh, so you wanna act tough?
Fine.
Act tough all you want.
I’m out.
The liquid Vir had given Ain was a bone-density enhancer with regenerative properties.
For Ain, though, the potency was probably overkill.
But the weakest dicine Vir had was still at this level—he didn’t have anything milder.
The result?
The bone density in Ain’s waist would now be significantly higher than the rest of her body.
If he had massaged her lumbar back into place, she might’ve even gained so extra benefits.
Now, while she was no longer at risk of paralysis or amputation...
Realigning her severely herniated discs?
Vir could confidently say no one in the world but him could pull that off.
Not even Law could do it.
Forcing it would just snap the reinforced bones away from the normal ones.
Oh, you don’t want to treat her?
Fine.
Let her live with a C-shaped spine.
Don’t co crying to later.
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