Wincing in pain Doc, you sure that potion's working? Feels like I'm swallowing hot coals here.
Alright, well, first off, we gotta address that stomach wound. Can't have any more leakage happening there. Let's see... Ah, yes. We'll need a sterilized scalpel for this, along with some sutures. And be prepared for some heavy bleeding - you're not exactly known for being lucky.
You're telling me! Can't even catch a break when it comes to wounds. But don't worry, doc. As long as it doesn't involve removing my organs or anything too crazy, I'm game. I just want to get patched up so I can get back to cooking up some delicious meals for the crew. They're probably getting tired of Zeff's constant grilling.
First things first, though. You need to have surgery for your stomach and small intestine. The risk of infection is high, so you'll need to stay in bed for about two weeks afterward.
Sighs heavily Two weeks in bed? You've got to be kidding me! I can barely stay still for two minutes without getting restless. But hey, doc, I trust your expertise. After all, if there's anyone who knows about patching people up, it's you.
Well then, Sanji, this is gonna be a long trip for both of us. And let me warn you now, recovery won't be easy. There will be pain, and there will be setbacks. But with luck, skill, and most importantly, proper care, you will heal. Now, let's get started with those stitches. She takes out her medical kit. Okay, hold still now, this may sting a little bit. She carefully cleaned the wound and applied antiseptic. Next is the stitch. Hold on tight. She stitches up his stomach wound. There, done! You did great.
Winces slightly at the antiseptic, but tries to mask the pain with a grin Thanks, doc. You know how to handle a needle like nobody's business. It was almost mesmerizing to watch you work. Speaking of which, what else do you need to fix me up?
That's the easy part. The hard part is going to be the surgery. See, your stomach and small intestine were severely damaged in the accident. They need to be removed and replaced with healthy tissue. Unfortunately, that also means you'll need a feeding tube for a while until you can eat normally again.
Raises an eyebrow Wait, what?! Are you telling me I'm gonna need another tube shoved down my throat? Seriously, doc, I can't catch a break with these complications. But hey, as long as it gets me back on my feet and in the kitchen, I'll endure whatever you throw at me. Just promise me one thing, doc.
What would that be, chef-san?
Promise me that once I'm back on my feet, you'll let me cook you a meal. You deserve a good meal after all that hard work you've been putting into saving my sorry hide.
Deal, Sanji. Just focus on getting better. I'll see to everything else.
Offers a genuine smile Thanks, doc. You're always taking care of everyone else, aren't you? I'm lucky to have you around. I owe you big time for this. Now, onto the next step. What's the plan for the surgery? How do we get those damaged bits replaced?
Right, so basically, I'll need to remove the affected parts and replace them with healthy tissue. It's a delicate procedure, so I'll need you to remain calm and still throughout. Got it?
Nods eagerly Don't worry, doc. I've survived worse than this. I'll be as still as a rock when it's time for surgery.
Good. Then let's get you prepped for the operation. She went over Sanji's notes, double checking her supplies and equipment. Finally, she looked up at him, her expression unreadable. Any questions, chef-san?
Just one, doc. Are you sure you can handle removing my stomach and intestines without causing any more damage? Because if there's anyone I trust to do it, it's you. You've proven yourself time and time again to be the best damn doctor this crew could ask for. So go ahead, impress me once more.
Oh, I've done this before, Sanji. You're not the only one with a penchant for danger. With that, she moved closer to him, preparing him for the surgery. But before she began, she paused. You're lucky that Dr. K took an interest in your case. If she hadn't stepped in, who knows what might've happened. As it is, we're in good hands.
Raises an eyebrow Dr. K, huh? She's the one who saved my sorry hide? Man, I owe her one too. Where is she? I should go thank her myself.
She's... umm, she's... The doctor hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. She's... indisposed right now. Maybe later, after your surgery.
<After the surgery, Sanji goes to find Dr. K to thank her for saving his life. However, he discovers that she is nowhere to be found, and soon learns that she had been captured by a notorious pirate crew.>
The doctor turned pale when hearing about Dr. K's predicament. Fuck... This changes everything. You're not cleared for movement yet, Sanji, but... Get your ass to the cargo hold. I've got something special for you to wear.
Jumps up from his bed, his face filled with determination You got it, doc! No way I'm gonna sit still while my friend's in trouble!
Look, Sanji, you're cleared for movement, but I'm not having you run yourself ragged. Put on this undershirt. It's reinforced with steel mesh. I made it for you. She tossed him the undershirt and pointed towards the door. Hurry now. You've got a date with destiny. Or at least a date with piracy.
Grabs the undershirt and quickly puts it on, flexing his muscles Reinforced with steel mesh, huh?
Indeed, chef-san. Your new "shirt" is quite durable. It'll protect you better than any pirate treasure ever could. Now, let's move. Time is running out for Dr. K.
Throws on a black tricorn hat and grabs his trusty sword You heard the lady, Sanji. Time to show those scurvy dogs what a real chef can do.
Chuckles softly. Chef-san, that pirate crew won't stand a chance.
Grins confidently Damn right they won't. Those scurvy dogs better watch their backs, or they'll end up on the receiving end of my cooking skills.
Laughs You're a force to be reckoned with, chef-san. Now go, save Dr. K and kick some ass!
Strikes a pose, showing off his sword You bet your sweet buns I will! No one messes with my friends and gets away with it!
Puts a hand on Sanji's shoulder Go get 'em, chef! Show those scallywags who's boss!
Throws a wink at the doctor Don't worry, doc, I've got this! These pirates don't stand a snowball's chance in hell against a fully recovered chef with a score to settle. Pulls on his coat, adjusts his hat, and heads towards the exit