"Adults don't choose. I need both."
Yang Ming stood and stretched his newly regenerated muscle fibers. The stiffness from overexertion vanished, and vigorous energy filled his body once more.
"This is Hell's Kitchen, the worst neighborhood in New York. I run an unlicensed clinic, and most of my patients are people who can't afford to be seen in public. You'll handle routine trauma surgery. If anyone comes looking for trouble, or tries to dodge their medical bills because they can't pay, you'll be responsible for teaching them 'a little lesson.'"
Retsu Unohana folded her hands in front of her, her eyes curving into a gentle smile.
"It sounds like a fine job for getting some exercise. However, I'm unfamiliar with modern medical equipment. I'll need some time to adjust."
"Basic human anatomy is the same." Yang Ming walked to the coat rack, took down a clean white coat, and put it on.
"With your grounding in Kaido, surgery will be a mere formality for you. But this is New York's Hell's Kitchen, and things have been too hot lately. The military and police are looking for me everywhere. I gave that assistant you just saw some time off, and this clinic is closed for now."
Retsu Unohana watched him finish dressing.
"Then where are we going?"
Yang Ming snapped his fingers, and a portal appeared out of thin air in the room.
"After you. We're going to another branch I run."
The hinges gave a dry scrape as the door swung open.
What greeted them wasn't the musty dust of a storage room, but a damp, cold gust laden with industrial fumes, the briny smell of the sea, and a heavy reek of blood.
Yang Ming crossed the threshold first, with Retsu Unohana close behind. The wooden door closed behind