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Looking at the relief and lingering fear on his men's faces, he sighed, "Send the message back: say that powerful outsiders have landed on the island and we can't stop them."

"The rest is beyond the control of insignificant people like us. His Majesty the King's personal guard, or he himself, will handle it."

Meanwhile, Mosen and his group had entered the nearest village, and the scene before them was even more desolate than they had imagined.

"My God! This place doesn't look like a town at all, it's so desolate!" Bakala couldn't help but exclaim after entering the village.

The scene before her was far from the "medical superpower" she had imagined.

The houses on both sides of the road mostly looked old and dilapidated, with many shop signs crooked or fallen off, and doors and windows tightly closed.

The streets covered in snow were sparsely populated. Even when someone did pass by, they had their heads down, walked hurriedly, and their faces showed a numbness and worry that had been suppressed for a long time.

Bakara has been to many places, seen both prosperity and poverty, but this is the first time she has seen a place as famous as Drum Island yet so desolate inside.

"It's definitely not what I expected." Nami frowned as she looked around.

Judging from the size of the streets and the layout of the buildings on both sides, this must have been a bustling and lively town, but now it is just a lifeless desolation, as if its soul has been taken away.

Robin observed silently, her gaze lingering on the remaining architectural details and the occasional faded medical-related signs, as if trying to imagine what it once looked like.

Mosen's gaze fell on the street corner. There, several thinly dressed children, their cheeks red from the cold, were hiding behind a wall, curiously and timidly observing them, these unfamiliar outsiders.

The children all looked rather thin, and their eyes lacked the liveliness and carefree spirit that should be present in their age group.

When Mosen looked over, they shrank back behind the wall like startled deer.

"Sigh..." A soft sigh was heard, and the door of a relatively intact wooden house next to them was pushed open.

An elderly woman with gray hair and a kind but somewhat haggard face leaned out and waved to them. Her voice was old but gentle: "Strangers? Have you encountered a shipwreck? Come in and warm up, it's cold outside."

Mo Sen and the others exchanged glances, did not refuse the kindness, and walked over.

The cabin was simple, but very clean, with a small fire burning in the fireplace, bringing a touch of warmth.

The old lady poured each of them a cup of hot water, with a few unknown dried leaves floating in it, which could barely be considered hot tea.

"Have something hot to drink, warm yourself up, and then hurry on your way." The old lady sat on an old chair and sighed.

“The country doesn’t allow outsiders to come to the island now. If you’re discovered here, you’ll be in big trouble.” Her gaze swept over them.

"I don't have much food here, but I do have some pickled vegetables and hard bread. If you're hungry, you can eat some to replenish your strength and then leave quickly."

"That won't do!" Nami quickly waved her hand. "Grandma, if we eat your food, what will you do?"

The old woman shook her head, a faint bitter smile on her face: "My old bones don't have much time left anyway. It's freezing cold, and my old ailments haven't gotten better... Rather than letting them go to waste, I'd rather give them to you young people. It's a good deed."

Her words were calm, yet they conveyed a deep sense of helplessness and indifference towards life, causing a chill to set in the hearts of those present.

Mosen didn't speak, but simply raised his hand. The next moment, to the old lady's astonishment, a large pile of food appeared out of thin air and landed on the small wooden table in the room.

There was golden-brown, crispy bread, smoked sausages, canned goods, and even a few pieces of fruit that looked very fresh—all of which seemed especially precious in this icy, snowy place.

"This, this is..." The old lady opened her eyes wide in surprise.

“We haven’t encountered any shipwrecks; we’re just adventurous travelers,” Mosen said softly. “Thank you for your kindness, but we still have food. You can have this.”

Nami picked up a still-warm bread and a piece of sausage and stuffed them into the old lady's hands: "Grandma, eat something! You don't look like you've had a proper meal in a long time."

Robin smiled and handed him a cup of hot water: "Yes, you should take care of yourself too."

The old woman looked at the food in her hand, then at the group of distinguished young men before her, men of extraordinary bearing and remarkable abilities, yet gentle demeanor. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she murmured, "It's good that...we didn't encounter a shipwreck..."

"However, there's really nothing to see here. You should leave before it gets dark to avoid getting into trouble..."

Just then, a noisy and slightly excited sound came from outside, as if a lot of people were walking quickly and whispering among themselves.

A moment later, the door of the wooden house was pushed open with a bang, and a little boy who had been peeking from the corner rushed in, panting, his face filled with undisguised joy. He shouted to the old woman, "Grandma! That witch doctor! She's here!"

"She's at Old Jack's house at the east end of the village, treating someone! Hasn't your leg been hurting? Come on, let me help you over there!"

"The Witch Doctor is here?!" The old woman's cloudy eyes lit up instantly, and she struggled to stand up. "Really? She hasn't come to our place in so long!"

The little boy then noticed Mosen and his group inside the house, as well as the large pile of tempting food on the table.

His eyes lit up noticeably, and he couldn't help but swallow, but he quickly lowered his head again, somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing this, Bakara smiled and offered him a piece of bread and a piece of fruit, saying, "Are you hungry? Here, eat up."

The little boy accepted it with delight, repeatedly expressing his gratitude: "Thank you! Thank you, sister!"

He wolfed down a large bite of bread, then helped the old lady up while looking at Mosen and the others, saying earnestly, "Big brother and sister, you are good people! Don't worry, if any guards come, I will definitely come and tell you! I run very fast!"

In his simple mind, this was a way of repaying Bakala for the food she had given him.

Upon hearing this, Mo Sen smiled faintly and reached out to ruffle the little boy's messy hair: "Okay, thank you then."

"But can we go with you to take a look? I'm very curious about this 'witch doctor' you mentioned."

The little boy hesitated for a moment, looked at his grandmother, then at Mo Sen and the others, and nodded: "It should be okay, right?"

"The old lady doctor is very nice, just a bit fierce... and she also has a talking raccoon dog!" As he spoke, his eyes lit up again, full of curiosity.

A talking tanuki? Morsen's heart skipped a beat; Chopper was indeed there.

“Then let’s go take a look together.” Mosen nodded to Robin and the others behind him.

So the group followed the little boy who was helping the old woman out of the wooden house and headed towards the east end of the village.

Along the way, they saw many villagers coming out of their homes, some helping the elderly and children, others looking anxious, all converging in the same direction.

The numbness on everyone's faces was replaced by a sense of hope and expectation, as if the arrival of the "witch doctor" was the only light in this lifeless village.

Chapter 122, Dr. Kureha, her idea of ​​kidnapping Chopper.

Soon, they arrived at a slightly larger-looking wooden house.

A number of people had already gathered outside the wooden house, but everyone waited in an orderly manner, without making a loud noise, just anxiously peering inside.

The little boy helped the old lady squeeze through, and Mosen and the others followed behind. Through the gaps in the crowd, they could see the scene inside the wooden house.

The room wasn't very well lit, but the fireplace was burning, providing some light and warmth.

Several people were gathered around a simple wooden bed, on which lay a middle-aged man with a pale face and chapped lips.

His leg was wrapped in thick bandages, which were soaked with blood and dirt, and it looked like a serious injury.

Beside the bed, a figure was busy at work; it was an elderly woman dressed...quite fashionably.

She was wearing a distinctive leather jacket and pants, sunglasses, and her white hair looked slightly messy but full of personality.

At this moment, she was holding a wine bottle in one hand, occasionally tilting her head back to take a big gulp, while her other hand was working with unusually steady and swift movements, cleaning the wounds of the man on the bed.

Her movements were so fast they were dazzling, yet every step was precise and flawless, as simple as eating and drinking.

What's even more eye-catching is that next to her is a blue-nosed reindeer wearing a pink hat. He is standing on a stool like a human child, constantly taking out different medicines, bandages and tools from the medicine box in front of him and handing them to the old lady next to him.

They would also mutter something in a slightly nervous but serious voice, such as "This is for inflammation" or "This is a bandage!"

The human and the deer worked together with perfect coordination, as if they had rehearsed countless times. Everyone else in the room watched with bated breath, their eyes filled with hope and gratitude.

“Dr. Kureha…and Tony Tony Chopper.” Morsen murmured the two names in his mind, a slight smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

It was indeed them; this is probably the only "unique feature" left on Drum Island.

Chopper is indeed quite cute, like a plush toy or figurine; I really want to take him home.

Before long, the man's injuries on the bed were treated. The wounds were cleaned, then medicated and bandaged; the procedure was swift and efficient.

Chopper carefully pried open the man's mouth, fed him a small pill, and muttered in a voice almost only he could hear, "This is for inflammation..."

Seeing that the injured person's condition had stabilized, the family members who had been anxiously waiting finally breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces showed gratitude.

Meanwhile, the other patients and their families waiting nearby seemed to have had a switch flipped, and their suppressed anxiety burst forth instantly.

"Doctor! Please, please take a look at my son! He's had a fever for days!"

"Grandma, my father's leg hurts so much he can't get out of bed, he's right next door!"

"Let's look at mine first! My wife, she..."

The small wooden hut was filled with pleas and noise as people clamored for help.

Chopper, who had just been immersed in the focused atmosphere of treatment, was startled by the sudden noise and instinctively shrank behind a dilapidated wooden table next to him.

He ended up hiding his head behind the table, leaving most of his hairy body, especially his signature blue nose and round buttocks, completely exposed, trembling slightly with his tense breathing.

Dr. Kureha frowned, her face showing impatience. She grabbed another unopened bottle of wine from the table, gulped it down, and then slammed the bottle down on the table with a loud bang.

"Quiet down, all of you!" Her voice was as loud as thunder, instantly drowning out all the noise.

"Are you making such a racket because you want the patients to die fast enough? Anyone who dares to shout again, I'll throw them out into the snow. As for the rest of the patients, forget about them and let them fend for themselves!"

Her intimidating presence immediately silenced the room. Although the patients' families still wore expressions of anxiety and worry, they all kept their mouths shut, afraid of angering this eccentric but their only hope, the "witch."

Dr. Kureha glanced around, gave an impatient snort, downed her drink in one gulp, and then casually tossed the empty bottle into a corner.

"You all know the rules, right? It's not up to you to decide how I see a doctor! First, see those who can walk on their own, and then go see those who are bedridden and can't move!"

Her words were law, and no one dared to contradict her. The crowd silently began to follow her instructions, rearranging themselves or helping the patients sit down to wait.

The little boy quickly helped the old lady to sit down on an empty chair by the wall.

During this process, Dr. Kureha's sharp gaze swept across the house again and landed on Mosen and his group, who stood by the door with a demeanor that was out of place among the surrounding villagers.

Her gaze lingered briefly on Morsen and Robin, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but she quickly withdrew it. Without saying anything more, she turned to the little reindeer still hiding behind the table and called out, "Chopper! Stop hiding! Come help! Prepare the No. 3 anti-inflammatory powder and the pain-relieving ointment!"

"Yes, yes! Doctor Doriel!" Chopper hurriedly jumped out from behind the table, ran back to the medicine box, and began to skillfully rummage through it.

Meanwhile, Mo Sen and his group were not idle either. They huddled together and, taking advantage of the slightly noisy background noise in the room, began to "secretly plot".

"See that? What do you think of that little guy?" Mosen gestured slightly with his chin towards Chopper, who was diligently preparing medication and occasionally twitching his ears nervously at the patient's groans.

"Blue nose, can talk, so cute!" Nami's eyes sparkled. "And it can heal too, it looks amazing. It was so fast when it helped treat the wound!"

Robin's observation was even more detailed: "Judging from his familiarity with the drugs and the tacit understanding when handing over the tools, it seems that he has been learning from that doctor for more than just a day or two."

"So cute! I want to rub it!" Bakura wasn't interested in any of that; she just glanced at Chopper with shining eyes, her hands itching to reach out.

Listening to their words, Mosen continued, "It just so happens that we are short of a ship's doctor."

"A ship's doctor?" Nami's eyes lit up. "Yes! We really need a ship's doctor! He can heal, and he's a reindeer... well, anyway, he's very special!"

Robin smiled and nodded: "From a professional point of view, he is indeed a very suitable candidate."

"However, judging from his appearance, he seems to rely on and respect that old lady a lot, so he probably won't be willing to leave with us easily."