Quest Master of Konoha Chapter 161

on the sea.

Marko's boat did not slow down in the slightest, and rammed straight into the Moby Dick. Just as the two boats were about to collide, the Moby Dick's side strings automatically slid away, revealing a passage.

The boat drove straight in. After being dragged by the giant robotic arm, the three of them came to a deep corridor with bright incandescent lights above their heads. They said that the deepness was because there was no end in sight, as if several people were really walking inside the giant whale. , There are various decorations on both sides of the corridor, and the floor is brown-red wood.

"Dad, waiting for the two of you on the deck."

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

On the deck of the Moby Dick, it is not so much a deck as a huge square, or hundreds of pirates sitting or standing.

Each of them is not inferior to the fierce dog Frye that Yakumo had seen before, and the bounty of less than 50 million is not eligible to board Whitebeard's main ship.

These people stared at Yakumo and Rayleigh at the same time, their eyes were arrogant, and there was no respect at all. Seeing this scene, Rayleigh snorted a little displeased.

The invisible overlord color spread and transformed into a powerful mental shock, as if the whole world became dark at this moment.

Hundreds of pirates turned pale, and they subconsciously took the last half of a step. Among them, the unbearable ones had already fainted, and the clever thing was... Interestingly, the faces of the servants who were responsible for serving wine and carrying meat were as normal.

Obviously, Rayleigh's mastery of the overlord's domineering has reached the point of pure blue.

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

"Goo la la la la!"

The unique laughter sounded, and the two forces converged in mid-air, and they chose to stop at the same moment.

On both sides of the deck passage, there are sixteen wooden chairs of different sizes with armrests, which belong to the positions of the captains of the sixteen divisions. In those positions, Yakumo saw many familiar faces. Captain Diamond Joze, Team 5 Captain Foil Bista, and Team 16 Captain Izo.

There is a huge chair at the end of the passage, and sitting on that chair is the legendary pirate, the strongest man in the sea, land and air, Edward Newgate.

Rayleigh led Yakumo to Whitebeard.

At this moment, he finally saw clearly the strongest man in the legend. He has a muscular upper body with several exaggerated muscles, and the muscles on his chest are angular and angular. He is wearing a white and red lining coat, and his shoulders are embellished with light yellow tassel. His signature feature is the crescent moon. type of white beard.

Several electrodes were inserted into his chest to monitor his heartbeat, his stout arm was affixed with white scotch tape for infusion, and his nostrils were connected to a ventilator.

Yakumo judged through the simple but very sophisticated life-support devices around Whitebeard that Whitebeard's respiratory system is the lungs, the blood supply system is the heart, and the digestive system...that is, the stomach and intestines are extremely serious. damage.

When the most important thing is the failure of the organs in the body due to aging, time will always be an invincible enemy, and the rest will leave deadly dark wounds due to battles when they are young.

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

Whitebeard burst out laughing and said, old friends naturally have to say hello when they meet, as for Yakumo next to him, he was temporarily ignored by Whitebeard.

"Would you like to... Let's learn from each other?"

Reilly replied with a smile.

At this moment, the lazy Marco's body was subconsciously tense, and without him knowing the real condition of Whitebeard's body, it had reached the point where he might fall down at any time.

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

"Gu la la la... I heard that your kid is sure to help me get back to my peak state?"

Whitebeard doesn't seem to have heard Rayleigh's invitation. His family knows his own affairs. He knows his physical state. present.

"I have confidence."

Yakumo nodded and said, with his master-level palm immortality, he can already perform simple operations on the cells in the human body. In other words, in this world, except for the lower-level genetic problems, there is no disease that can stumped him. , Although it is impossible for him to live long now, he can prolong his life by ten or eight years... there is still no problem.

"Gu la la la la... You made a request!"

Whitebeard smiled boldly.

What made him happy was that he found out that Yakumo hadn't lied by seeing the arrogance, which meant that this young kid really had the means to treat him.

"A quiet room, just you and me."

Before Yakumo's voice came down, the eyes of the hundreds of people around him instantly became vigilant, and the irritable people even raised their weapons. Now they are very suspicious of the real reason for Yakumo's boarding. Could it be that he is actually a top assassin secretly cultivated by the world government ?

"How far can you treat?"

"Well, it's not really easy to say, but I'm sure I can restore you to the state you were ten years ago."

Whitebeard looked at Yakumo's tender face and listened to what he said in a sincere tone, 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 bad, and the giant weapons collided with the deck to make a dull sound, as if they were only waiting for Whitebeard's order, and they swarmed Yakumo to solve it.

Whitebeard looked at Rayleigh as if asking.

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

Reilly shook his head inaudibly, then took out the silver jug ​​and took a sip.

Probably say.

"I don't know, you decide for yourself?"

"it is good."

He decided to take a gamble.

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

Yakumo sincerely said that when he was improving his palm immortality, he accumulated thousands of years of memories of healing and saving people in his mind. At this time, he could be called... a saint in medicine.

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

Whitebeard lifted the half-human-high wine barrel, and the cow started drinking.

In this world, most pirates have this bad habit, that is, they like to drink alcohol, and no matter how monster's body is, they can't afford this endless indulgence.

Whitebeard raised his hand to signal, the pirates' weapons were put back into their sheaths, and the dignified atmosphere of the surrounding swords was slightly relieved.

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

Whitebeard lay naked on the hospital bed, Yakumo took two steps forward, a blue light burst from his hands, and began to examine it meticulously. Not far away, there was a somewhat vigilant Marco standing.

This is the result of the negotiation. During the treatment process, Whitebeard is likely to fall into a coma and enter a completely undefended state, and the Whitebeard Pirates do not allow the safety of Whitebeard's life to be handed over to a mysterious person who has no heels. .

"Sure enough, the lungs failed, the heart lost its activity, and there were knife marks on the surface of the heart. The residual blood and bone residue near the spine compresses the nerves and blood vessels. There are small iron pieces in the muscles, and the surface of the internal organs shows different degrees of damage. Strong shock wave... This is the sequelae of the fruit, and there are various degrees of organ failure, and there are actually a few pieces of shrapnel in the transverse muscle injury, tsk... It's a classic medical textbook... It's simply an encyclopedia of death."

Yakumo teased.

"Hey, your kid does have a few brushes."

Whitebeard opened his mouth and said, Yakumo's examination for a few minutes turned out to be indistinguishable from the judgment made by his ship doctor through precise instruments.

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

"Hold on…"

Yakumo sat cross-legged on the ground and began to devour the surrounding natural energy. The immortal mode can increase the power of ninjutsu, which also includes palm immortality in the direction of healing.

Marco's eyes became vigilant, and he quietly watched Yakumo begin to play tricks.

"Marco...what is he doing?"

"Looks like you're calming down?"

Three minutes later, a blood-red immortal imprint appeared on Yakumo's forehead. He created a shadow clone to activate the depleted organs using the palm immortal technique, while the main body used the delicate extraction technique to clean up foreign objects in the body.

Marko looked at the shadow clone that suddenly appeared, calmly activated the fruit ability, and there was a faint blue spark jumping out of the corner of his eye.

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

Yakumo spoke soothingly.

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

In the first course of treatment, the lungs that had been shut down for a long time were restarted. This process alone took Yakumo for half a day. He never dreamed that there were more than a dozen iron pieces in a person's lungs, but he Still alive... as expected of a monster...

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

"Gu la la la... The old man now really believes that you are a world-class doctor..."

Whitebeard drank with Rayleigh with a barrel of wine. Of course, Rayleigh's drinking method was much more gentle, just holding the silver jug ​​that he never left.

The essence 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, and they don't care about the body that is close to overdraft, just like humans also understand that smoking is a chronic suicide , but still enjoying it.

As a doctor, Yakumo still felt a little unhappy when he saw the patient he was going to have surgery on drinking heavily, but he couldn't persuade him because he couldn't beat the white-bearded grandpa.

With at least 60 points of physique and strength, Whitebeard is indeed the strongest man at sea, and this number is rapidly increasing with the recovery of Whitebeard's physical condition.

Because I really saw the healing effect, the surrounding pirates had a much more sympathetic attitude towards Yakumo, and it felt as if I suddenly changed from a spy sent by the enemy to my own person who could be trusted.

If the game system has a favorable opinion, Yakumo can be sure that the favorability of the Whitebeard Pirates is rising at an extremely fast rate. As a pirate who licks blood with a knife, who would not like a doctor with superb medical skills? .

During this time, Rayleigh obtained a long knife among the big quick knives from the treasure room of the Moby Dick.

Yakumo observes slightly inferior to his Demon Exorcism, that is to say. Fu Mo's sharpness is probably somewhere between...the Supreme Great Knife and the Great Knife.

That night, the Whitebeard Pirates held another carnival party on the deck. This time, Whitebeard was a little restrained in drinking. After all, there was an operation waiting for him after the party.

Whitebeard stood under the railing of the ship, breathing the fresh sea breeze forcefully. This time, there was no severe pain from being cut by a blunt knife in his chest, and he couldn't help but raise his head and let out a deafening laugh.

"Goo la la la la!"

Only in this way can he be considered alive. If it weren't for the fear that the Whitebeard Pirates would lose their support after his death, Whitebeard would definitely not be willing to live reluctantly through 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 Brew.

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

In the medical room, the white beard is lying on the bed.

In the corner, Marco's eyes are bright, and there is no alcohol on his body. Tonight, everyone can indulge and choose to believe in this young man, but he can't. Before the white-bearded father is completely cured, he is the last to guard the pirate group. Barriers, he is wary of everyone.

"This heart treatment may be accompanied by some pain, the white-bearded grandpa must hold back..."

On the hospital bed, the corners of Whitebeard's eyes twitched. At this time, he finally recalled the fear of being dominated by the blue light.

"That...you don't have anesthesia?"

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

Yakumo shook his head.

"But I have, Marco... Don't worry, I'll go to bed first~"

Whitebeard took out the anesthesia needle neatly, tied two tubes in his veins, and lay unconscious on the bed after a while.

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

Whitebeard on the hospital bed was no longer in a beautiful mood.

"You said it earlier!"

The next second ~www.mtlnovel.com~ strong green light pressed against Whitebeard's sturdy chest muscles, and the abundant vitality washed the tired heart like a torrential rain.

Finally, the broken heart regained its vitality. Like a long drought, it made blood frantically, and began to beat vigorously, pumping viscous new blood to every part of the body. This body is beginning to recover.

Half an hour later, the stab wound on Whitebeard's heart began to heal. It was a fatal wound left by fighting people for many years. All this was like a miracle coming to the world. Whitebeard let out a soothing groan and slowly fell asleep. ... snoring loudly.

Yakumo's face was a little pale, and he came to Marko's side staggeringly, and said urgently.

"... prepare me a lot of food."

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

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

That boy... is simply the miracle itself!

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