Sanji immediately regained his usual high-spirited demeanor.
As long as this wasn’t a permanent change to his face, then there was still hope in life!
Everyone was happy again.
Vir was happy. Sanji was happy.
Saving people was all about enjoyment. If you’re happy, I’m happy—simple as that.
Vir was practically blooming with joy.
The amount of negative points he had harvested from Sanji had already exceeded what he had collected from everyone else combined.
Looks like as long as the right pressure is applied, negative points flood in like crazy.
For Sanji’s future sustainable development, Vir once again exchanged for a pack of cigarettes from the shop and tossed it to him.
“Here, take it. This is my treasured good stuff.”
Sanji caught the pack in one swift motion.
Opening it up, he lit one with some hesitation.
But the moment he took a drag, his horrified expression instantly shifted to wide-eyed astonishment.
What was this sensation? So smooth, so silky—there was actually a cigarette this good in the world?
Everything he had smoked before—absolute garbage!
At this moment, Sanji’s appreciation for fine tobacco ascended to a whole new level.
He had never tasted such quality before, and now that he had, it completely blew his mind.
Even his previous frustrations vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.
His face now bore an expression of pure bliss.
The cigarettes in the One Piece world always seemed strong and harsh.
“Good stuff! This is really good stuff!”
Sanji couldn’t help but exclaim.
Looking at the full pack in his hand, he treated it like a precious treasure, carefully tucking it away.
The way he looked at Vir had also changed—no longer carrying any grudges.
He felt as if he had found a true kindred spirit.
If Vir weren’t busy, Sanji would have already wrapped an arm around his shoulder and called him “brother!”
At this moment, Vir turned his gaze toward Chopper and placed him on the couch where Nami had been lying just moments before.
“Alright, Chopper, tell me where it hurts. Let your master take a look.”
As he spoke, he opened his medical kit.
The sight sent a shudder down Chopper’s spine.
“B-Big bro, I’m fine… Just some warm water, and I’ll be good…”
Chopper’s voice trembled, his face full of fear.
Vir took one look at Chopper’s bruised and battered face, the gash on his forehead, and the clearly broken arm.
He shook his head helplessly.
“Forget it. I’ll just do a quick fix this time. The rest, you can handle on your own.”
Hearing this, Chopper instantly perked up.
“Got it! Thanks, big bro! I’ll take care of my own bandages and everything!”
Chopper was all smiles, his expression shifting at lightning speed.
A quick bandage job from big bro, and then I’ll handle the rest myself? Easy!
Perfect! No need to experience that giant syringe again.
Just a simple bandage—how easy could it be?
But then he saw Vir pull out a bottle of disinfectant teeming with bacteria and some bandages that looked like they had been used on hundreds of people before.
Chopper’s expression instantly turned to sheer terror.
Every hair on his body stood on end.
His body instinctively began to retreat.
“Here we go, just a quick disinfection, and then I’ll wrap it up with these bandages.”
Vir spoke casually, grabbing Chopper’s head to start the procedure.
Poor Chopper—there was nothing he could do except continuously generate negative points for Vir.
His face was filled with despair, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.
He never expected that even for something as simple as a bandage, his big bro could make it this terrifying!
“Big bro! Big bro! I have bandages! I have disinfectant! Can we use mine instead?! Please?!”
Chopper pleaded desperately, struggling against Vir’s grip.
“Nope, mine is more effective!”
Vir’s medical supplies were practically designed to maximize psychological trauma.
He didn’t know why, but they worked.
No way he was switching to Chopper’s clean supplies now.
And so, he got to work.
In no time at all, after some quick and efficient handiwork, Chopper’s battle-damaged version was ready.
The bandages wrapped around him were tattered and full of stories.
Chopper had now become a reindeer with a tale to tell.
He sat silently in a corner, quietly wiping away tears.
[Ding! Congratulations, host! You’ve received 200 negative points.]
Nice.
Just for wrapping some bandages, he got 200 points? That was a solid haul.
Even Doctor Kureha, upon seeing Chopper wrapped up like this, didn’t say a word against it.
Maybe this was some kind of advanced medical technique she had never seen before.
Perhaps old bandages improved recovery somehow?
Vir was in a fantastic mood, watching Chopper squat in the corner, utterly dejected.
Seeing his disciple like this did make him feel a little guilty, though.
Fine, he should at least do something to cheer him up.
Vir pulled something out and handed it over.
“Don’t say your master is too strict. Here, this is for you. Eat up.”
Chopper had been miserably drawing circles in the dirt, feeling extremely down over the weird bandages covering him.
He really wanted to rip them off but was afraid his big bro would scold him, so he endured.
Then suddenly, a delicious aroma wafted over.
Chopper unconsciously closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Sniff, sniff.
His eyes lit up.
Is that…?
“Don’t say your master…”
Before Vir could even finish speaking, Chopper had already turned around and saw him holding out something.
Hearing Vir’s words and seeing the offering, Chopper was deeply moved.
Big bro…
He’s actually such a nice guy!
Chopper grabbed it and started licking it enthusiastically.
His pitiful expression vanished instantly, replaced by the happy grin of an adorable reindeer.
“Huh? What’s with those bandages? They’re practically falling apart. How can they be used for treatment?”
Luffy, who had been watching for a while, finally spoke up in confusion.
Hearing someone doubt his incredibly gentle master, Chopper momentarily stopped eating and immediately defended Vir:
“My master’s supplies are top-notch! I’m feeling great right now!”
Chopper stood with his hooves on his hips, looking serious.
Master had just given him something good to eat, so there was no way he was going to sit back and let others question him.
But instead of arguing, Luffy’s eyes lit up with excitement.
“Really?!”
“So if I get wrapped in those bandages, nothing bad will happen? Whoa-ho-ho! That’s amazing! Doctor! Wrap me up too! I wanna see what it feels like!”
Luffy was thrilled—he couldn’t wait to try it himself.
Nami, standing nearby, immediately bonked him on the head with a loud *smack!*
“Are you insane?! What if it only works for animals?!”
Luffy clutched his head in pain, looking wronged.
“But what if I’m an animal too?”
Vir: This situation… might be getting out of hand…
