Female Experts?

Dr. Kureha's words reignited hope in Brook: a powerful female, possessing a monster-like physique, and strength comparable to a Vice Admiral or Admiral.

Wasn't this just forcing Brook to go woo Charlotte Linlin? A terrifying physique, astonishing fertility, and the young Linlin was quite beautiful, too!

Or perhaps the Great Staff Officer Tsuru? She was also a beauty in her youth, with strength rivaling an Admiral, though she had withered a bit with age.

However, there was still Pure Gold to maintain one's age and achieve immortality. Thinking about it this way, his happy life still seemed to have hope.

Legend had it that the Ice Witch Tribe could also maintain a frozen age, never growing old until death. He wondered if that race could withstand his own Underworld sub-zero temperatures.

"I understand. Thank you for your conclusion, Dr. Kureha!"

At least there was still hope. Having regained his optimism, Brook returned to his cold-as-ice mindset and stoic expression.

"That will be five million Beli, thank you!"

"Why don't you just go rob someone instead?!"

"Hmm?" Dr. Kureha pulled out a scalpel and aimed it at Brook's "little ancestor." The speed was so fast that even he almost failed to react.

Cold sweat beaded on Brook's icy forehead; this old woman's strength was truly unfathomable.

"How about you become the doctor on my ship, Dr. Kureha?"

Brook swallowed hard, but still issued the invitation to Dr. Kureha.

"A pirate crew like yours couldn't hold a doctor like me. Do you know how much money I've spent on these medical instruments, precious herbs, and experimental materials? You actually want me to abandon the valuable supplies I've accumulated over decades?

Besides, your little piece-of-junk ship couldn't hold my things even if you brought ten of them. You little brat, pay up and get out! And you have the nerve to try and recruit me!"

Dr. Kureha juggled sharp scalpels in both hands, scaring Antonio, who was standing nearby, into immediately pulling out stacks of Beli to hand over to this terrifying witch doctor.

Dr. Kureha wasn't wrong. She had spent fifty or sixty years settling on Drum Island to achieve her current results; how could she possibly abandon her precious laboratory for a pirate crew? Her research on longevity was here, too.

Her castle clinic was worth at least three billion Beli, if not five billion. She would have to be brain-dead to abandon all this just to go out to sea as a pirate!

Driven out, Brook and his two companions and three pets had no choice but to look for other crew members. It seemed the doctor search would have to continue, and they needed to speed up their entry into the New World.

His first choice was Charlotte Linlin; he couldn't let someone else get there first. Tsuru should be a Marine Rear Admiral by now, right? After all, she was in the same elite Marine class as Sengoku and Garp.

The status of doctors here was very high. Famous doctors could even make the newspapers and become known to the world, just like the genius surgeon Dr. Hogback, who was one of the doctors Chopper admired.

Doctors in this medical powerhouse generally had no love for pirates. They only wanted to focus on improving their medical skills. Many pirate ship doctors were either self-taught wild cards or had been forced to sea by sudden family tragedies.

Otherwise, what doctor wouldn't want to stay safely in one place to treat patients, conduct research, and promote their craft, rather than becoming a pirate just to treat a few criminals? In such a life, it was hard to improve one's skills.

Medical skill required a constant stream of cases to study and summarize in order to develop better treatments. Staying in a medical sanctuary meant all kinds of patients would come seeking help, which was the only way to enrich one's experience.

Going to sea meant spending most of one's time on a ship, not only being chased by the Marines but also facing the same group of pirates every day. Medical skill couldn't be learned just by reading books; without practice, there was no truth.

Brook hinted at his identity as a pirate to several genius doctors, only to be promptly shown the door. This made Brook realize that looking for a doctor to join a pirate crew in a medical sanctuary was indeed a terrible strategy.

Who would abandon a high-status, respected, and lucrative medical position to go be a pirate, sleeping in the wind and being hunted by the Marines? Where were all these genius doctors who had been suppressed by enemies or lost their families?

Moreover, the position of ship doctor couldn't be forced. Otherwise, if you got sick, you were handing your life over to someone else. And he couldn't devour memories; a doctor without memories was useless, wasn't it? Did he have to train them from scratch?

With no other choice, Brook had to have Antonio call their partners via Den Den Mushi to leave.

"No way, Captain Brook. We haven't even been off the ship for a day, and we're leaving already? Even the donkeys on the production team wouldn't be driven this hard!"

Shakky complained. They had sailed for so many days to finally see land and a town, and they hadn't even had enough fun or food before they had to set off again?

Brook didn't answer. He didn't want to either, but he really had to hurry to find enough crew members and enter the New World.

Silba also walked back, holding the newspapers and bounty posters from the last two days, and handed them to Brook.

Brook, Captain of the Hell Pirates, bounty 200 million Beli.

Patrick Redfield, combatant of the Hell Pirates, bounty 80 million Beli.

Silba Silba, sniper of the Hell Pirates, bounty 20 million Beli.

Shakky, navigator of the Hell Pirates, bounty 15 million Beli.

As for Antonio and Fish-Man Tom, they weren't wanted, likely because they hadn't fought the Marines. Shakky had managed to defeat a Marine Lieutenant Commander, and Silba had managed to snipe a Marine Colonel.

Redfield had even suppressed a Colonel and several Lieutenant Commanders; his bounty not exceeding 100 million was already on the low side. Drake, a newly promoted Rear Admiral who defected, had a bounty of over 200 million, and Gasparde, a Marine Commodore who defected, had a bounty of 95 million Beli.

In other words, a bounty over 100 million meant strength approaching a Marine Rear Admiral. Bounties between 100 and 400 million were generally between the strength of a branch Rear Admiral and an elite Marine Headquarters Rear Admiral.

Bounties over 500 million were at the level of a Vice Admiral, and over 1 billion was the strength of a prospective Admiral. As for the Emperors and Admirals, their strength didn't differ too much; some had peerless attack power, others were "blood tanks"... In short, they all possessed some unsolvable abilities and stood at the peak of a certain field.

"Wow~, I have a bounty! I really am a genius girl. It's just that 15 million Beli is a bit low. Next time, I'm going to take down a Colonel-level Marine!"

Shakky took her bounty poster and stroked it carefully. No one knew where she had gone to gather information; these things had been bought by the sniper.

In reality, Shakky had just gone to taste the island's specialty food and buy some unique clothes; she hadn't even had time to gather information.

Antonio looked at his partners with bounties with a bit of envy; he felt like a bit of a weakling, having not participated in a single battle yet.

.Provided by Great God Great Karma Fire, One Piece: Hell Brook