Poor, innocent Chopper had never seen anything like it. The moment Kureha pulled out that enormous axe, he froze in terror. He hid helplessly behind a chair, staring at his teacher in fear.
"Dr. Dolly is so scary when she's angry!"
Of course, he had hidden on the wrong side of the chair again.
Faced with the murderous old doctor, Drake felt a chill race from his tailbone to the back of his head. That woke him up considerably.
"What? You don't agree?"
When Drake said nothing, Kureha smiled dangerously. "Fine. I used quite a few expensive medicines to bandage you two up. Since you can't pay, I'd better scrape them off while I still can. Maybe I can save some."
As she spoke, Kureha let go of the axe and walked toward Mole's bed.
As a Zoan user—and a rare Ancient Zoan user at that—Drake knew how tough his body was. Even without medicine, his wounds would heal after some rest.
But Mole was different!
He was only human. Trained or not, he was still just a stronger-than-average human.
If Kureha stopped treating Mole, whether he would ever wake up was anyone's guess!
Drake spoke at once, stopping Kureha as she started to undo Mole's bandages. "Please wait!"
"Hm?" Kureha turned, raising an eyebrow. "What, have you decided to pay?"
But Drake's next move made her expression tighten.
Swish!
Drake snatched up the axe left by his bed and raised it high. The sharp blade gleamed beneath the light.
He held the axe aloft, but his target was neither Kureha nor Chopper. It was his own right hand, braced against the bed frame!
He looked at Kureha and pleaded, "I'll give you this hand. So please, save him!"
Then he brought the axe down without hesitation. He was not