Trafalgar Law!

"Having followed us for so long, isn't it about time you came out?"

On Island Number Twenty of the Sabaody Archipelago, Mirai was already growing impatient because they still hadn't found a doctor. The little rat behind them had been tailing them for nearly half an hour, and it irritated him. As his words fell, a hat-wearing youth carrying a long sword stepped out, a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"You're looking for a doctor, right? If you don't mind, I can help you. Let me make this clear first—I'm a doctor myself!" The hat-wearing youth glanced at the group before fixing his gaze on Mirai.

"This guy?" Mirai narrowed his eyes slightly upon seeing the youth. He looked somewhat familiar, but Mirai quickly remembered him. This was one of the future Supernovas, Trafalgar Law—the wielder of the Ope Ope no Mi and a future Seven Warlord of the Sea.

"Can you treat colds and fevers?" Mirai frowned slightly. He remembered that Law specialized in surgery; even his nickname was the Surgeon of Death. Colds and fevers, however, fell under internal medicine, which made Mirai doubtful.

"Yes. Although surgery is my specialty, as a doctor, I've also studied internal medicine. A cold and fever of this level won't stump me!" Law nodded, looking utterly confident.

After thinking it over, Mirai felt that made sense. Law was calm and steady by nature; he would not make empty boasts without complete confidence. Besides, since he had followed them all the way here, he must have wanted something. Under such circumstances, Mirai did not believe Law would seek his own death.

"Then please treat this little girl." Mirai nodded, setting little Weiwei down on the ground as he looked at Law.

A trace of confusion flashed through Boa Hancock and the others'