One Piece: Don't Worry, I'm a Doctor
Chapter 327: Marco, You Smell So Good!

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Marco, You Smell So Good!

This heat was getting intense.

Marco, still enduring the "FML" treatment, suddenly noticed white smoke rising from beneath him.

Halfway through the session, Marco jolted in shock.

’Damn it! So hot!’

’This isn’t some ordinary pot, is it?!’

’Akainu burning me is one thing, but now even a doctor’s roasting me?!’

’My feathers are getting scorched off!’

’What kind of treatment is this?!’

Marco was in agony.

As the temperature continued to skyrocket, he couldn’t hold back another scream.

"GYAAAAHHHH!!!"

"HOT HOT HOT! IT’S REALLY BURNING NOW! STOP! STOP IT! STOP!!!"

His wails sent chills down everyone’s spines.

Compared to Marco, those with broken legs, severe wounds, or on the brink of death suddenly felt like their problems weren’t so bad.

Watching this, the crowd’s gaze toward Vir gradually shifted—filled with unease, fear, and even wariness.

Even those who knew Vir swore to keep their distance from now on.

This guy... was clearly not right in the head.

There he was, merrily stir-frying a man in a giant iron pot, wearing a disturbingly cheerful grin.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think the guy in the pot had just insulted his entire bloodline.

This kid was too dangerous.

Hearing Marco’s desperate pleas, Vir didn’t stop—instead, his smile widened.

"What? Boil you? Sure! No problem! Don’t worry!"

"I’m the best at turning strangers into well-done friends!"

With a casual flick of the wrist, he flipped Marco over like a pancake.

Face now pressed against the scalding pot, Marco seethed with rage.

’You bastard!’

’You misheard "STOP" as "BOIL"?!’

’How damn hungry are you?!’

’You’re really that desperate to eat me, huh?!’

’Just wait... Once I’m healed...’

’I’m staying FAR AWAY from you!!!’

The spectacle left the onlookers stunned.

The Whitebeard Pirates, forced to maintain their act, struggled not to burst out laughing—some biting their lips so hard they nearly bled.

Jozu, however, couldn’t hold back.

He erupted into laughter on the spot.

"Hahahahaha! Marco! Marco! How am I supposed to live without you?! Ahahaha! I’m losing it! Kill! Hahaha! Kill ’em all!"

"Marco! You smell so good! Ahaha! I wanna take a bite! Gonna start with your chicken feet! Ahahaha!"

Well played, Jozu.

The man was a genius—laughing his ass off while still keeping up the act.

Nearby Marines assumed he’d snapped from grief.

Little did they know...

Jozu was laughing so hard his abs were cramping.

But one thing he said was true—

It really did smell amazing.

The aroma had spread far and wide.

Even Ace, up on the execution platform, couldn’t suppress a loud "GROWL" from his stomach.

His face flushed red with shame.

’My own brother’s scent is making me hungry?!’

’What kind of monster am I?!’

After starving for so long, Ace’s mouth watered uncontrollably.

’Damn it, Marco...’

’I’m sorry...’

’But Vir’s cooking just smells too good.’

Yep, Ace had recognized Vir.

He’d pieced it together from everyone’s reactions.

No matter how dumb Jozu was, he wouldn’t charge in the wrong direction.

The underlying meaning in his words, combined with Whitebeard’s orders and the "struggling" division commanders who "couldn’t break through" to save Marco...

Ace had deduced—that guy was Vir.

The realization touched Ace deeply.

In this chaotic scene, most of the people here were connected to Vir in some way.

Even Yamato was brought here by him.

He freed Yamato from the chains that bound her all this time.

He healed Whitebeard.

He healed and brought along Shiki the Golden Lion.

Now, he’d come to rescue Ace himself—

And even saved Marco from death in the process.

To Ace, there were no words to describe this debt other than "profound gratitude".

But what Ace didn’t expect...

Was how fast Vir’s techniques had leveled up.

Back then, he was just messing around with a chainsaw.

Now he’s cooking a phoenix in an iron pot.

Ace could only sweat at the thought.

As expected of Vir.

Terrifying as hell.

Even Whitebeard, locked in battle against three Admirals, couldn’t stop his lip from twitching.

’This brat... still as annoying as ever.’

’Messing with people’s minds is his specialty.’

A flash of unpleasant memories crossed his mind, but he quickly steadied himself.

Glancing at Vir—busy cooking, the giant pot glowing red-hot—

Whitebeard could only shake his head inwardly.

’Marco...’

’Hang in there.’

’This is your trial now.’

’Even I can’t help you.’

Akainu, noticing Whitebeard’s expression, smirked.

"Heh... Whitebeard! Watch closely! Watch your precious son get cooked into a fine dish!"

Akainu had full confidence in Chiba.

He knew Marco’s condition better than anyone—already critically wounded, then stabbed repeatedly.

Unless rescued, Marco stood no chance of escape.

He’d be forced to endure until the very end.

Sure, that kid might face retaliation later—

But for now, this was the perfect morale booster!

And a great way to taunt Whitebeard into making a mistake.

Psychological warfare was his specialty.

"Candle Boy! You’re the only one here with a big mouth!"

"Should’ve sliced your mouth earlier. My mistake."

Whitebeard scoffed, unfazed.

If the "chef" had been anyone else, he might’ve been affected.

But this was Vir.

Soon, they wouldn’t see a cooked Marco—but a reborn one.

A phoenix reborn from the flames?

Or a duck slipping out of their grasp?

Whatever! Let the kid handle it!

*BOOM!*

Sengoku’s shockwave struck Whitebeard’s left shoulder, making him grimace.

Though it only made him stagger slightly, the tide was turning.

With Akainu joining the fray...

The situation was getting worse.

Meanwhile, Momousagi, held back by Hancock, watched her little cousin in action.

Her expression was priceless.

The kid had dabbled in everything since childhood—

But cooking?

Even flipping techniques?

Unbelievable.

She gave up.

With Hancock blocking her, there was no point forcing her way through.

The Pirate Empress seemed content just keeping everyone away.

Fine by her. With Hancock guarding, Momousagi felt a bit redundant here.

Resolving to deal with her cousin after the war, Momousagi left.

Hancock, satisfied, turned her gaze back to Vir—

Who, with a graceful flick of the wrist, crisped Marco to a perfect golden brown.

A spark of affection flickered in her eyes.