Divine Departure! First Sell Roger to Garp, Then Sell Garp to Roger
"Wait! Captain Roger, why refuse? Doesn't this plan let you get treated? Mr. Croccus, what do you think?"
Oran had plenty of fame, but fame did not equal trust.
To Buggy and Shanks, Croccus, whom they had traveled with for some time, was still more trustworthy.
"It should... be possible."
Croccus did not know how to answer Buggy's question. At that moment, he was also considering something: did Oran's technology even count as medicine?
Something like consciousness transplantation seemed to exceed the boundaries of medicine.
As a doctor, Croccus understood medical matters very well, but he knew nothing about scientific inventions. At the same time, he had gotten one thing wrong.
While Oran had scored a perfect hundred on the medical exam, he had also received full marks on another science paper. That paper had been hidden beneath the medical one, and aside from a very small number of people, no one outside could see it, so they had instinctively overlooked it.
Naturally, Croccus could not offer an answer about something beyond his understanding.
"Captain Roger, even Mr. Croccus said it's possible! Why are you refusing?"
"Yeah, if this drags on, you really will die someday!"
"Hahaha, death? It's an unknown subject. Perhaps this is my destiny.
Everyone dies eventually. It's only a matter of sooner or later. Since it is destined to be unavoidable, then before death arrives, sing freely to your heart's content!"
Roger stroked Shanks and Buggy's heads, comforting them and telling them not to be sad.
Is this the man who could smile on the execution platform? Yeah, this answer suits him better.
Oran did not try to persuade Roger any further. He was only responsible for proposing a treatment plan; whether to undergo