The sea breeze carried a salty tang, sweeping across Qingju Island's dock.
Luo An sat on the highest wooden pile, his two short legs dangling in the air, swaying idly.
Ten years.
It had been exactly ten years since Luo An was reborn into this Pirate King world.
Born with Armament Haki, by the age of three, Luo An had already become the king of the children on Qingju Island, a little tyrant.
Especially since Luo An was also bound to a Divine Doctor System.
Each treatment would increase a certain amount of experience points; the more severe the illness or injury, the more experience points gained after successful treatment.
The levels of medical skill were divided into Ordinary, Profound, Top-tier, Master, Extraordinary, and God-tier.
After each treatment, in addition to experience points, a medical blind box, visible only to Luo An, would be randomly dropped.
These medical blind boxes could open up all sorts of things.
Over the years, Luo An had opened up a complete guide to treating external injuries, hemostatic powder, surgical blade, encyclopedic knowledge of medicinal herbs… all related to medical skills.
Thus, Luo An began his angelic and demonic actions.
Relying on his innate Armament Haki, Luo An treated the little brats on Qingju Island as continuously harvestable leeks—beating them, treating them, then beating them again, emphasizing recycling until the experience bar was completely maxed out and no more medical blind boxes could be dropped.
Luo An was very measured in his actions, ensuring everyone got a share of the 'treatment' and never causing fatalities.
He treated them immediately after beating them, highlighting his professionalism.
By now, there was no one left on Qingju Island who could give Luo An experience points.
【God-tier Medical System】
【Host: Luo An】
【Medical Skill Level: Top-tier】
【Experience Points: 99999 / 100000】
Luo An's data panel hadn't changed in a long time.
Just this tiny bit of experience was all it took for Luo An to reach Master-level medical skill, but this small amount had Luo An stuck for two whole months!
"It seems it's time to consider going out to sea."
Luo An's gaze turned to the boundless sea, the only path for his medical skills to advance further.
Suddenly, where the sea met the sky, a small black dot slowly grew larger.
It was a pirate ship.
As the ship drew closer, the straw hat skull flag on its sail became clearer and clearer.
The skull's mouth was wide open, exuding an unrestrained wildness.
Luo An's lips also curled into a smile.
He leaped down from the wooden pile, his small figure landing steadily without raising a speck of dust.
Finally, they've arrived.
The Roger Pirates.
...
"Hahahaha! What a great island!"
A man wearing a Captain's hat and sporting two exaggerated black mustaches jumped off the gangplank, spreading his arms and letting out a thunderous laugh.
Gol D. Roger.
Beside him, a man with long golden hair, his expression calm, was surveying the unfamiliar island.
"Captain, our rum is running low. We need to restock."
Silvers Rayleigh reminded him.
"Then let's go to the best tavern on the island!"
Roger waved his hand, looking incredibly generous.
Just then, a small figure stood in their way.
"Do you have a patient on your ship?"
Luo An looked up at the legendary man before him, his tone calm, unlike that of a child.
His voice was clear, yet carried an undeniable certainty.
Roger paused, then looked down at the little kid who barely reached his waist, and grinned.
"Oh? Kid, how do you know?"
Rayleigh also showed interest; he couldn't recall anyone on the ship showing signs of illness.
"I smelled it."
Luo An sniffed lightly.
"It's the smell of decaying flesh mixed with inferior herbs, on his left leg."
He pointed to a tall crewmate behind Roger.
The crewmate's face instantly changed.
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
The crewmate instinctively retorted, but his eyes darted away.
Roger looked back at him, his smile unchanged, but his gaze sharpened.
"Scott, roll up your pant leg."
The crewmate named Scott's face alternated between green and pale, but he finally reluctantly rolled up his pant leg.
A gruesome scar wound around his calf, the flesh around the wound a sickly dark purple, with some areas already oozing pus.
Crocus, the ship's apprentice doctor, frowned.
"I treated Scott's injury; it should have healed by now."
"Your treatment method was incorrect; you merely sealed the rotting flesh inside."
Luo An unceremoniously pointed out the problem, then calmly stated, "I can cure him."
Roger's smile deepened.
"Kid, you've got a big mouth. Do you know who we are?"
"The Roger Pirates."
Luo An replied calmly.
"I'll cure him, and you take me on your ship."
This was not a request, but a transaction.
A trace of surprise flashed in Rayleigh's eyes; this child's courage was extraordinary. He was actually negotiating with a group of vicious pirates.
"Hahahaha! Interesting! So interesting!"
Roger burst into laughter again.
"Alright! If you can cure him, I'll let you join the ship as an apprentice crewmate!"
Luo An wasted no more words, taking out a set of silver needles and several oddly shaped small knives from his small cloth bag.
"Hold him down; the treatment process will be a bit painful."
Before treatment, Luo An said to the nearby pirates.
A few pirates exchanged glances, then stepped forward to hold down Scott's limbs.
Scott was just about to say he wasn't afraid of pain when Luo An's knife moved.
Without the slightest hesitation, the blade precisely cut open the rotten flesh.
"Ah!"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed throughout the entire dock.
Luo An's face was expressionless, his movements so fast they left afterimages.
He meticulously removed the decaying flesh, black blood and pus flowing onto the ground, a foul stench assailing them.
The surrounding pirates watched, their scalps tingling.
This child didn't seem to be saving a person; instead, he looked like he was dissecting a corpse. His calmness and precision sent chills down their spines.
Crocus watched from the side, dumbfounded. Every step of Luo An's operation went beyond his understanding.
It wasn't medical skill; it was more like some terrifying art.
Soon, the necrotic tissue was cleared away, revealing stark white bone.
Luo An took out the silver needles and swiftly inserted them into several acupuncture points on Scott's leg. Scott, who had been struggling wildly, instantly quieted down, even his screams ceased.
Finally, Luo An took out a small porcelain bottle, evenly sprinkled the powder inside onto the wound, and then quickly bandaged it with clean bandages.
The entire process took no more than five minutes.
"Done."
Luo An put away his tools and clapped his hands.
"Remove the bandage in three days, and new flesh will grow."
The dock was dead silent.
Everyone was awestruck by this scene.
Rayleigh stepped forward, knelt down to examine Scott's wound, then checked his breath, his eyes filled with unconcealed shock.
He looked up at Roger and nodded solemnly.
Roger put away his smile, walked in front of Luo An, and looked at the child seriously.
"What's your name?"
"Luo An."
"Good! Luo An!"
Roger grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"From today onwards, you are the Roger Pirates' ship doctor!"
Luo An smiled.
From then on, Luo An boarded the Oro Jackson.
As the giant ship raised its sails and slowly departed from the dock, a bizarre scene unfolded.
The quiet Qingju Island suddenly erupted in cheers like a mountain roaring and a sea raging.
Countless ribbons and confetti were thrown into the sky from every corner of the town.
"They're gone! That demon is finally gone!"
"Party! The whole island is having a party!"
"Wuwuwu... My childhood is finally complete!"
The entire island plunged into an ocean of revelry, the festive atmosphere ten times livelier than the annual celebration.
On the ship, Rayleigh's mouth twitched as he listened to the commotion from the shore.
Rayleigh looked at Luo An, who stood at the bow, facing the sea breeze, his small figure appearing incredibly tall and straight, and subconsciously asked, "Luo An, what... what did you do on the island?"
Luo An turned around, revealing an innocent smile.
"I'm just a helpful doctor, what could I have done?"
