Big Bird General Hospital for the People

Ma Qiao's Plan B is actually very simple in some ways, but quite complex in others.

The first step was to find a way to collect King Luffy's body tissue samples.

However, King Luffy is only a 15-year-old boy this year.

Cutting off his kidneys or chopping off his fingers would be utterly inhumane.

Therefore, Ma Qiao could only resort to targeting the useless organs on King Luffy's body.

Even if it's a useless organ, if you rashly use it, not to mention whether King Luffy himself would cooperate, just considering Garp's iron fist, it's something Ma Qiao couldn't withstand.

Therefore, the first step is to deal with Garp.

Ma Qiao waited patiently backstage.

Fortunately, while Ma Qiao isn't much of a fishing pro, he's surprisingly adept at using health tips online to "fish" for older people, and he's got a steady catch every time...

"Are boys who don't have their wisdom teeth removed 15% more likely to become pirates than boys who have had them removed?"

Garp looked thoughtful.

"Sengoku, can the medical expenses of the grandson of Marine Vice Admiral be reimbursed?"

He looked up. "I want to have a minor surgery performed on my grandson."

"Oh, this..."

Sengoku instinctively felt a chill in his groin. "Should we talk to Tsuru about this? She's quite knowledgeable about medicine..."

Garp blew on his beard. "Does Tsuru even understand boys?"

Sengoku stroked his beard, feeling that as the great-uncle of the eldest grandson he had never met, he should say a few good words for him, "This... I probably don't understand... but shouldn't we reconsider this surgery? What if you accidentally turn your grandson into a granddaughter..."

"A woman? It's not such a bad thing if becoming a woman means you can't go to sea..."

Garp laughed heartily, but seeing Sengoku's face gradually turning pale, he quickly stopped laughing. "Just kidding, just kidding. It's just getting a wisdom tooth pulled, why did it turn into a woman?"

Wisdom tooth extraction?

Sengoku paused, "Not that... that little sparrow's surgery?"

"Little Sparrow's surgery?"

Garp let out a long, cold breath, "Are you a devil? How can you operate on a man's golden egg! To be honest, my golden... Waaaaah..."

Sengoku quickly stuffed a whole bag of snacks into Garp's mouth to prevent the old man from uttering any offensive words.

Garp finally managed to stuff the snacks, packaging and all, into his stomach, panting heavily as he complained, "Are you trying to kill me? Besides, your snacks taste nowhere near as good as my beef jerky!"

"To be honest, the beef jerky your online friend sent was really delicious!"

Sengoku licked his lips. "Could you introduce me to him? He's a bit pricey, but I still want to buy more."

"Ah, that guy, he likes Zaisi."

Garp shook his head. "I'll buy it for you. It's the same old price of 100,000 Beli a bag. It'll be more expensive if you buy it yourself."

Sengoku nodded.

While most Celestial Dragons are foolish and arrogant, there are still elites among Celestial Dragons who never fail to pay the Navy's expenses.

The Navy's salaries and benefits have always been good, which is why it can attract capable but incompetent individuals like Kizaru Borsalino to join the Navy.

As the Fleet Admiral, Sengoku had no worries about money.

The two old men and a goat wandered all the way to the Marine Headquarters building in Marineford.

"Fleet Admiral / Vice Admiral!"

The guarding navy personnel immediately saluted in the best possible military posture.

Sengoku nodded in approval.

This brought a look of excitement to the faces of the guarding navy.

"Young people these days are so impetuous!" Garp muttered under his breath.

"If you're not impetuous, are you even a young person?"

Sengoku, however, felt that the young soldiers' behavior was perfectly normal; everyone had gone through that process.

Except for that Borsalino guy!

Sengoku still remembers that when he was still Vice Admiral, Borsalino had just been selected from a branch of the North Blue to become a new recruit in Marineford.

On his first day on duty, this guy fell asleep leaning against the gate, snotty-nosed.

"The Sengoku! This world is so vast, and there are countless outstanding young people!"

Garp gave a smug smile. "Last time I went to the East Blue, I met many interesting young people, one of whom I've already taken as my last disciple."

"A closed-door disciple?"

Sengoku was so shocked he almost stumbled and fell. "You actually take on disciples? Are they talents like Kuzan?"

Garp isn't Zephyr; he's not particularly interested in teaching or mentoring.

In Sengoku's memory, the only person who could barely be considered Garp's disciple was Kuzan Kuzan.

Although he appears very aloof now, Kuzan was actually Garp's shadow when he was young. Although there was no explicit master-disciple relationship, Garp did teach him a lot.

However, Garp shook his head.

"Kuzan's teacher is Zephyr; I only gave him some pointers casually. The one I truly trained seriously was... cough cough cough..."

Garp swallowed the name Monkey D. Dragon back down.

"In short, this disciple is different from Kuzan; he hasn't eaten any Devil Fruits, but I have high hopes for his potential!"

"Oh?"

Sengoku revealed a look of great interest. "Which young man could possibly receive such high praise from a monster like you? I'm increasingly eager to meet him."

"Well, you'll see him when the time is right."

"He's not in Marineford?"

"No, not here."

"Then how will you teach him?"

"I naturally have special skills!"

Garp hummed a little tune and strolled leisurely toward his office, having a whole day to slack off.

Sengoku could only shake his head and walk towards his Fleet Admiral's Office.

He's not that carefree.

As the Fleet Admiral, Sengoku had many things to worry about in the Sengoku.

Almost as soon as his bottom touched the leather cushion of the Fleet Admiral's chair, a tall figure knocked twice on the door and strode in.

A burly, inverted triangle physique, a navy cap always on his head, a rebellious-looking tattoo on his neck, and a flower that never fades on his chest. (As shown in the picture)

A serving Admiral in the Navy, upholding "absolute justice" —Akainu Kasasuki.

When Sengoku saw this somewhat stubborn subordinate coming to find him, he couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

To be honest, Sengoku didn't like Akainu.

It wasn't that she was dissatisfied with his abilities, but rather that she felt disgusted by Akainu and ruthless style.

However, Sengoku knew that this man had his reasons for doing so.

The tattoo on his neck, the navy cap on his head, and the flowers on his chest all have stories behind them.

But who among us doesn't have a story to tell?

With only two years left before retirement, Sengoku was already having to consider the issue of his successor.

Shaking his head, Sengoku stopped thinking about those things and Sengoku up, "Kasasuki, what do you need me for?"

"Fleet Admiral."

Akainu pulled a thick stack of documents from his pocket and placed them on the desk.

Looking at the document, which was at least five centimeters thick, Sengoku subconsciously swallowed.

This stuff isn't easy to digest...

"Fleet Admiral?"

"Ah! Go ahead and tell me!"

"Fleet Admiral, the spring conscription is about to begin. Now that Shanks has become the Emperor of the Sea, our Navy must expand its forces to continue suppressing those damned pirates."

Sengoku picked up the document and began to read it.

While watching, he shook his head. "Kasasuki, there will only ever be one overlord of the seas, and that is our Navy. Whether it's the Three Emperors, the Four Emperors, or even Buggy from the East Blue, or even the Five Emperors, you should have faith in our strength."

Akainu was no match for Sengoku, a seasoned veteran of the bureaucracy.

The words of the Sengoku were impeccable, yet the underlying message was clear. "Opposition to military expansion."

There's really nothing we can do about it.

If they want to expand their military, they either need to cut the salaries and benefits of active-duty naval personnel or seek more funding from the World Government.

The former refers to the current Great Pirate Era.

Although the Navy operates in the name of justice, its ultimate duty is to protect the Celestial Dragons.

Even a random Celestial Dragons's second-generation rich kid has the authority to mobilize high-level combat forces like Marine Admiral.

In such a situation, while it is feasible to maintain troop morale in the name of justice, it cannot be sustained.

Especially as you rise higher in the hierarchy, you encounter more darkness, which can eventually lead to a collapse of your beliefs and a descent into someone like Kizaru...

Well, maybe that's just Kizaru nature.

However, Sengoku was convinced that maintaining the existing salaries and benefits was the fundamental way to stabilize the navy and ensure the morale of the rank and file.

Therefore, the only way to expand the military is to secure funding from the World Government.

However, the World Government's wealth comes from the Heavenly Tribute paid by its Affiliated Nation.

For centuries, the Heavenly Tribute has been rising steadily, becoming a heavy burden hanging over the heads of all nations.

Wealthier countries are better off, but there are countless examples of tragedies that have occurred in poorer countries because of Heavenly Tribute.

More recently, the Sorbet Kingdom was burdened by the heavy cost of Heavenly Tribute, which ultimately led to its former king, Bartholomew Kuma, "falling" into becoming a pirate.

Further back, the Volga Kingdom sold its strongest warrior Kaido, to the Navy in order to pay for the Heavenly Tribute, which resulted in Kaido escaping and joining the Rocks Pirates.

This is merely the fall of the strong.

Countless ordinary people have fallen into tragic Destiny because of the Heavenly Tribute.

Therefore, under no circumstances can the Heavenly Tribute be increased.

"Fleet Admiral, all these costs were worth it!"

Akainu was well aware of Fleet Admiral Sengoku's thoughts; he always felt that Fleet Admiral Sengoku was too weak.

When I become Fleet Admiral, I will definitely slam the table in front of the Five Elders and wrest some of the funds from the Celestial Dragons' extravagant and wasteful lifestyle.

Akainu had a good plan in mind.

Little did he know that in the eyes of the Five Elders and the Celestial Dragons, he was nothing more than a useful dog.

Face?

It does not exist.

After some arguing, Sengoku, in his capacity as Fleet Admiral, ultimately rejected Akainu's request to expand the army.

According to regulations, he should hand all these documents over to the shredder, which is his pet goat.

Only...

Seeing Akainu's fixed gaze, Sengoku changed the subject. "Kasasuki, your plan is very well done. Although I can't implement it, I think it has many merits..."

As he spoke, Sengoku Guo stuffed the documents into the cabinet behind him.

A rare look of disappointment appeared on Akainu's usually stern, coffin-like face.

"Damn it, what are you expecting, Kasasuki?" Sengoku roared.

No, absolutely not!

Akainu controlled his expression.

"Alright, alright, Kasasuki..."

Sengoku decided to make some concessions. "You'll be in charge of this recruitment drive. Although it won't increase the number of recruits, your personal oversight might help recruit quite a few talented individuals for the navy... Just don't let the guys from Impel Down outdo you!"

Impel Down is also a direct agency of the World Government, and in terms of hierarchy, it is on par with the Marine Headquarters.

Of course, in reality, Impel Down cannot compare with the Navy in terms of either influence or financial resources.

However, Hannyabal, the deputy warden in charge of recruitment at Impel Down, had a penchant for overestimating his abilities and challenging the Navy, desperately trying to poach its members.

The result is, of course, obvious and self-evident.

In terms of both the quantity and quality of personnel, the navy has an overwhelming advantage.

Therefore, the Sengoku saying "Don't let the guys in the Impel Down outdo you" was just a joke.

It's similar to the idea of "losing Vietnam, then losing to Myanmar, and then there's nothing left to lose."

When Admiral said those words, he certainly never imagined they would become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

"Although we don't need to worry about Impel Down..."

Sengoku thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and instructed, "However, this isn't the first or second time the Cipher Pol has snatched up the new talents we've been eyeing. You must keep a close eye on them. We can't let them steal good prospects, nor can we let them plant spies within our navy."

Akainu nodded seriously. "I understand, Fleet Admiral!"

Just as Sengoku and Akainu finalized their spring conscription plan.

In Garp's office, separated by a wall, the old scoundrel Garp sipped his hometown tea and ate the delicious beef jerky offered by his disciple. He typed "wisdom tooth extraction" into the [Medical Consultation App] and pressed Enter.

[Dr. Mundo, Head of the Department of Stomatology at Big Bird General Hospital, (pictured)]

Attending Physician Shen (as shown in the picture)

Intern nurse Akali (pictured)

Dr. Kennen. (pictured)

We are dedicated to serving you!

In the bottom right corner of this link was a line of light-colored text: [Advertisement], which Garp instinctively ignored.

"Wisdom tooth extraction surgery for only 30,000 Beli? That's so cheap..."

Garp took a sip of tea, then popped a piece of beef jerky into his mouth. "Let's make an appointment and give it a try. After all, teeth, even if they're damaged during extraction, will grow back after drinking a glass of milk..."

Having made up his mind, Garp stood up and pushed open the office door. "Sengoku! Sengoku! I need a vacation!"

"Garp, you old scoundrel!"

Sengoku had just seen Akainu off, suddenly stood up. "Didn't you just take a six-month vacation?"

"Yes! I've only taken a six-month vacation, so taking another six-month vacation would be perfect, wouldn't it?"

Garp said matter-of-factly, then punched the door to the Fleet Admiral's Office, sending it flying. "Hurry up and approve it, I'm leaving this afternoon!"