Chapter 134 How bad can it be?
When Whitebeard saw Will's look, he also laughed.
"Gulala! How's it going, kid? How's my situation?"
Will looked at the happy Whitebeard, and then glanced at the nervous eyes around him.
He rubbed his hot eyes.
He also said slowly: "Your body is about to break..."
"What?!"
"About to break!? What does that mean?"
"Is it about to die? How could this happen! Damn it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noisy exclamation around.
They also understood the meaning of "about to break".
Is Dad's injury already so serious?
If so, then the next battle will not be...
"Kid! What are you talking about? Dad's body is very strong! How can it be about to break? Do you think our dad is a vase!"
At this time, a questioning voice came.
A fishman who looks like a shark stood up excitedly!
He grabbed Will's collar!
He is the captain of the Eighth Division of the Whitebeard Pirates.
Namur of the fishman tribe!
At this moment, he was very excited, and his eyes were already filled with tears.
He pulled Will's collar and shook him continuously.
"Let go, Namur!"
"What are you doing, Namur!"
Two voices sounded at the same time.
Marco and Joz rushed up one after the other.
They quickly pulled him away from Will.
But he looked at Will in front of him, crying and shouting: "He is just a quack! He can't even sew! How dare he say that our dad is dying!"
Hearing this, Marco turned his eyes to Whitebeard helplessly.
"Okay, Namur."
A dull voice sounded, and the whole audience suddenly quieted down.
Namur also turned his eyes to him.
His eyes were full of dissatisfaction.
He felt that Will was talking nonsense.
Unlicensed quack!
He dared to say anything!
But what Whitebeard said next made everyone present shed tears.
"He is absolutely right. After this battle, I may retire. The Whitebeard Pirates... will be handed over to you in the future."
Whitebeard said this in a calm tone.
He said it very tactfully.
He just said that he was going to retire.
But in fact, he knew very well.
He would not miss the opportunity to retire.
Even if he did, he would not accept it!
Die on the battlefield! It is his only destination!
Tick-tock...
The sound of tears dripping on the deck was extremely clear.
Turning around, the faces of everyone present were all wet.
Their dad.
He was really going to die.
At this moment, everyone remembered the scene when they first met their dad.
At their most desperate and most dangerous moment.
One sentence: Be my son.
Became the most dazzling light in their lives.
And at this moment, the figure that has protected them until now.
Finally, they were about to give up.
Everyone's heart was filled with unspeakable sadness.
"Dad..."
They whispered with trembling voices.
As if they wanted to go back to the scene when they first met.
But, Dad's old face and scarred body were telling them a fact.
There was no going back.
They were about to lose this great father.
"Ah, woo, woo... Dad!"
Qiaozi was the first to lose control.
He burst into tears.
All the people were stunned by his cry.
Tears welled up one by one.
Many people cried with Qiaozi.
There was a quarrel on the boat.
The mourning-like voice made Whitebeard look very upset.
What?
My sister is dead, right?
Are you crying first?
When he was about to suppress this weird atmosphere, a voice sounded before him.
"Don't cry! Can you hold back your tears first! Can you listen to the doctor first!"
The loud voice immediately drowned out the crying.
Vill's words instantly reached everyone's ears.
Everyone was suddenly stunned.
The whole audience looked at Will.
The crying stopped immediately.
Vill?
What is he doing?
What does he want to say?
Could it be that he can still solve the problem of his father?
Isn't the father dying?
The kind that Marco is helpless.
But from the performance just now, Will's medical skills seem to be very ordinary.
What is he trying to do now?
Even Whitebeard looked at Will with some doubts.
I don't understand what he wants to do.
Under the gaze of everyone, Will spoke again.
"I didn't say it can't be cured."
The calm words made everyone present a little unresponsive.
Their brains crashed for a second.
They reacted a second later.
Did Will just say...
He can cure his father's illness?
Whitebeard looked at Will in surprise.
This guy.
He dared to say that he could cure himself.
What a big mouth.
He dared to say that even though he already knew the condition of his body.
Is it true or just sensationalism?
"Kid, do you know what you are talking about?"
Whitebeard asked sullenly.
Weir just smiled slightly when he heard this.
"Of course I know. You are just like this due to the fruit's shock. I am 100% sure that I can bring you back to the top!"
Weir's words were calm, but in the ears of others, they sounded like stormy waves!
Everyone suddenly lost his composure!
"What! Will! Are you serious? Is it really okay?"
"100% sure! What a fool! Will! Are you serious?"
"Weir, I won Weir! If possible, you will be my biological father!"
"..."
Fierce shouts suddenly erupted all around.
Jozi even came to Weir with a diamond collision!
He picked up Weir in one fell swoop!
The last words just now were what he said.
A black line appeared on the heads of Weir and Whitebeard.
This guy.
You really dare to say anything...
If it weren't for this shiny fruit, he might have been beaten to death by his own people.
No wonder he resists being beaten so much.
It seems that he usually trains well.
"Let go, let go! Yes, you can!"
But Jozi turned a deaf ear.
Looking at Jozi who really wanted to strangle himself to death, Weir hit him on the head with a powerful armed headbutt!
Bang!
There was a dull sound and Qiaozi's figure flew out almost instantly.
boom!
Jozi hit the fence hard!
A big bag suddenly appeared on his head!
At this time, he knelt down and kept rubbing his head.
It was obvious that he was in quite a bit of pain.
Seeing this, Whitebeard nodded with satisfaction.
A happy smile appeared on his face.
The others immediately calmed down when they saw Qiaozi rolling around.
Holy shit.
I forgot that this guy is a pirate with a billion-dollar bounty on his head!
This time, Jozi lay down directly.
If it hits him, wouldn't his brains explode?
Fortunately, I didn't rush in just now!
"How is it? Do you need my treatment?"
After shaking his head, Weir also looked at Whitebeard and asked.
Hearing this, Whitebeard looked at Weir seriously.
He said nothing.
Just look at Veer.
It was as if he wanted to see through him completely.
Will looked at him calmly.
After a long time, Whitebeard sighed and said helplessly: "Hey, are you sure about your ability?"
"Of course, I guarantee Joe Beard's infertility for the rest of his life."
"Oh, Qiao Huzi is my apprentice."
Looking at Whitebeard's appearance, Weir knew that he was sure.
But there were some surprises on other people's faces.
This guy is so cruel.
Use your apprentice's lifelong infertility as a guarantee.
If this cannot be cured...
It was so miserable to be his apprentice.
Whitebeard took one last deep look at Will.
Then he said casually: "Come on, what do I need to do? Where should I be treated? Do you need Marco to cooperate with you? Do you need any tools?"
After listening to Whitebeard's words, Will finally showed a smile on his face.
"No need, just stay here. Just lie down and don't move."
"I bring all the tools myself. I don't need anyone else's cooperation. I can do it alone."
As he spoke, Weir waved his hands to the people around him to ask them to stay away a little and create some space.
Then he began to take out items one by one from his medical kit.
He first put on his signature germ gloves.
Then he turned his attention to Whitebeard.
I saw him saying very seriously: "By the way, my treatment style may be different from others, so please bear with me for a while."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.
What does it mean?
What do you mean by different styles?
Get a treatment.
What other style?
Although your gloves do look a bit strange.
But it doesn’t have much to do with treatment style, right?
Whitebeard looked even more indifferent.
We have lived for so many years, what style have we never seen?
I don’t know how many doctors I’ve seen for this injury.
It is not an exaggeration to say that I have seen all the treatment styles in the world.
놋The methods of some doctors are difficult for people to understand, but they are not to the point of being tolerated, right?
Could it be that your treatment style is to reshape people?
Are you kidding me?
"It's okay, just come!"
"If you can make me make a sound, I can agree to a not-too-excessive condition!"
Whitebeard said casually.
The expression on his face is very confident.
He also has this qualification.
After all, he is a guy who can endure inhuman pain without changing his expression.
"Do you need anesthesia? It might make you a little uncomfortable."
Veer said as he took out an anesthetic.
It's a real narcotic.
Not an anesthetic slab.
Of course he knew that Whitebeard didn't need anesthesia, it was just a provocation.
"Anesthesia? No need!"
Whitebeard said calmly.
"Then don't move for a while, otherwise the treatment effect will not be very good."
"You kid, why are you so cool..."
Buzz buzz~! !
He hasn't finished speaking yet!
The buzz of a chainsaw interrupted him.
I saw Weir holding a chainsaw in his hand, looking at him with a smile.
"Are you ready? It's coming~"
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Didn’t pass again…
Peach Rabbit is so sad over there! It seems like the whole plot needs to be changed...
Everything related to Peach Rabbit cannot be passed at all.
I would also like to apologize to everyone for the issue of updating this chapter.
Now, although it is still 1,000 words per 꽭뀖, it has been divided into two and sent out.
As a result, everyone has to re-read the first two chapters every time.
I'm really sorry.
It was because I was too busy at home some time ago and didn’t update the 놋一꽭.
I'm going to use one or two 꽭 to make up for what I owe.
But something like this happened again.
As a result, I have to spend a lot of time revising the previous chapters every day.
So until now, I still haven't been able to tie it...
All I can say is that I will try my best...but I can’t guarantee when I can get it back.
I'm really sorry, brothers. I hope you can forgive me and kowtow!
