One Piece: Shanks' Little Jasmine

Chapter 92 Millet Fruit

"!!!"

"Little Moke, are you telling the truth?"

Sengoku's voice was somewhat excited. He wanted to grab Moko's shoulder and ask her sincerely, but he stopped when he was about an inch away, as if he was afraid of scaring Moko.

Moko nodded, her eyes slightly lowered. "I can save him, but Marshal Zhan Guo, I have three conditions."

"Xiao Mo, you can tell me."

He would agree to anything, not just three, but even ten Warring States. He wouldn't let go of any chance to save the child.

"First, I want to be the one to perform the surgery when I treat him, and I don't want anyone to question it."

"of course."

On the battlefield, the most taboo thing is having soldiers who do not obey orders, let alone when saving a life. Sengoku would never allow anyone in the operating room to interfere with Moko.

"Secondly, this was Meimei's request to me, so I took action. Who I save is my own choice, and I don't want anyone to force me to save anyone in the future."

Moko wasn't that saintly; she was only there to protect her family, not to save the world. If it weren't for Meimei's request, Moko wouldn't have paid any attention.

"Of course, Xiao Mo, don't worry. With me here, I will never let anyone in the Navy force you."

Sengoku agreed with unwavering conviction and did not refute Moko's words at all. Moko's requests were all reasonable. No one wants to be bound by others, and it's not surprising that Garp, with his personality, raised such a girl.

"Little Moke, I agree to everything you said. What's the third condition?"

“The third one…” Moko paused for a long time, looked up at Sengoku and shook her head, “I haven’t thought of a third one yet, let’s leave it for now.”

Moko tilted her head and smiled slightly. Zhan Guo was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Little Moko, are you asking me for a favor?"

"It all depends on whether Marshal Zhan Guo is willing to agree."

"Haha, it's just a request, I'll grant it."

What big things could a little girl possibly do? As a marshal for so many years, Zhan Guo has accomplished a great deal. It's not like he couldn't even accomplish what a little girl wanted to do.

"Little Moko, when can we start?"

Looking at Sengoku's expectant eyes, Moko shook her head with a helpless smile, "Marshal Sengoku, nothing is prepared yet, and you haven't even found a physician to assist you."

"Oh, right, right, look at me. Xiao Mo, you go back and get some rest. I'll send someone to inform you when I'm ready."

"Marshal of the Warring States Period"

Sengoku, who was just about to leave to prepare, immediately stopped and turned back to look at Moko with a questioning expression.

"What's his name?" As this person's attending physician, Moko needed to know her patient's name.

"Him..." When he mentioned this, a rare gentle expression appeared on Sengoku's face. "His name is Corazon, but I still prefer to call him Little Rice Fruit. Little Moko can call him that too."

"Xiao Mi Guo? Pfft, what a cute name. She must be a very cute person."

"Hmm? Hahaha, this is the first time someone has used 'cute' to describe Xiaomiguo. I wonder how Xiaomiguo will react when she hears this?"

"Then let's wait until Xiaomiguo wakes up, and Marshal Zhanguo will ask her personally."

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely ask him myself when the time comes."

Sengoku was clearly too excited and strode away, not even paying attention to Moko and Meimei. Moko and Meimei looked at each other and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Moko's smile was as soft as cotton, like sunlight illuminating the entire building. As Moko placed her hand on the glass, a faint white halo, like a thread, pierced through the glass and connected to Corazon's wrist. The life force that was rapidly flowing out of the gap gradually slowed down, as if the gap had been stitched up with a thread, and the life force no longer leaked out.

"Little Rice Fruit, there are still people waiting for you, so you can't just give up on yourself like that."

"What~"

"Meow, let's go back."

"What~"

It was still just the two of them, one person and one sheep. But when they got back on the elevator, the feeling was completely different. As the elevator descended floor by floor, the dim sunlight gradually became bright and cheerful, and even Moko's mood improved considerably.

"Ding!"

The first floor has arrived. The elevator doors slowly open, and golden sunlight fills the entire space, as if welcoming someone returning from a near-death experience. Every step after stepping out of the elevator will be filled with light.

Sengoku never considered whether Moko could truly save Corazon. He only knew that someone had told him his little apple could be saved. Regardless, this was the only chance and the only remaining hope.

The very next day, Moko saw Sengoku personally come to greet her at the villa entrance. Moko's lips curled up slightly, revealing a helpless yet extremely gentle smile. She turned around and patted Mika and Ella.

"Mihua and Ella are playing with Meimei at home. I'm going out for a bit."

"Pfft!"

"Woo-mi!"

The two little ones obediently agreed and fluttered to Sengoku's feet to find Meimei. Meimei, like an older brother, was extremely indulgent towards Ella, letting her sit on his back. The three little ones entered the villa without any scruples and went to the toy area that Moko had prepared for them.

Seeing how close the three children were, Moko felt relieved and followed Sengoku to the hospital building. Several doctors were already standing in the operating room, and they were extremely dismissive of Sengoku's claim that a new surgeon would be coming.

They were all renowned doctors in the Navy Headquarters, and their names were known throughout the world. But now, some unknown woman had come out of nowhere and dared to boast that she could save this patient whom even they couldn't cure. This was a complete insult to their pride.

Even if they were unwilling, this was an order personally issued by the Warring States Marshal. It was a military order, and as soldiers, they could not disobey it. As for petty tricks, they disdained to do such things. They wanted to see what kind of skills this so-called doctor who had suddenly appeared was capable of.

A moment later, the operating room door opened, and Moko had already changed into her surgical gown. Her beautiful face was completely covered by a mask, leaving only her beautiful, expressive eyes. The moment they swept over everyone, they felt inexplicably uncomfortable, as if they had been caught talking badly by the person in question.

Moko was aware of the disdain shown to her by the people in the operating room, but she didn't care much. She was there to save lives, not to be judged by them. As long as they didn't cause trouble during the surgery, she didn't care what happened.

Moko could actually perform the surgery by herself, but it would be too conspicuous and suspicious if she did it alone. People in high positions are naturally suspicious, and Sengoku would definitely doubt her abilities, which would be detrimental to her future actions. Therefore, it would be best to have someone under Sengoku's command. Moko could then say that she had the help of others, which would reduce the attention on her.

"Let's begin."

Without any unnecessary words, Moko turned on the operating light and began the surgery. The small, sharp scalpel was like a tamed wild beast, obedient and steady in Moko's hands. The surrounding doctors watched as Moko made a single, bold incision in Corazon's chest. Such a bold move, yet the wound was made extremely beautifully, with no deviation and minimal bleeding. This skillful knife technique caused the doctors to exchange frequent glances, all seeing surprise and admiration in each other's eyes. But soon, they all focused their attention again on Moko's next move.

As Sengoku had said, Corazon's heart was severely damaged, with a bullet still lodged inside. Forcibly removing the bullet would cause severe bleeding, and given Corazon's extremely weakened state, this was an immense challenge.

Moko merely frowned slightly before making a small incision in Bullet Fatty's wound. With her other hand, she used tweezers to slowly pull it out. During this series of operations, wisps of healing power flowed into the surgical instruments, but because of the light from the operating room lamp, no one around noticed.

The slow, careful movements caused the people around to unconsciously hold their breath, afraid of startling Moke. Sweat trickled down their cheeks as they stared intently at Moke. As the bullet was halfway out, they couldn't help but swallow hard, and now they didn't dare to move at all.

Clang!

When the bullet fell into the instrument tray with a crisp sound, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The bleeding from the heart wound was also reduced to a minimum. At this moment, everyone had to admit that the petite, unknown doctor in front of them was indeed more skilled than them and was certainly qualified to perform the surgery.

But removing the bullet was only the first step; stitching up the heart wound was the real challenge. Corazon was already half-dead when he was rescued, and he was only kept alive by a drug sent by the World Government. As time went on, the World Government lost patience with this person who was on the verge of death, and no more drugs were sent. If it weren't for Meow Meow's request and Moko's agreement, Corazon would have faced the decision to have him euthanized soon, which was the last thing Sengoku wanted to see.

Prolonged sleep weakens bodily functions, but thanks to the healing power of jasmine, these organs, which were originally exhausted, slowly come back to life.

Moko's hands were extremely steady, and the round needle she used for suturing quickly stitched the ruptured blood vessel to the wound. Several doctors even felt that Moko was not stitching up a wound, but rather embroidering, because it was just too smooth.

Shock was inevitable, but the group of genius doctors were not idle. While observing Moko's surgery, they handed her the medical instruments she needed, or replaced the medicines and blood packs as needed. The only sound during the entire surgery was the clinking of instruments. Even the breathing was barely audible, and the tense atmosphere lingered.

The surgery lasted a full day. When Moke finally managed to suture the outermost layer of skin and flesh, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Not only Moke, but the others also breathed a sigh of relief. Listening to the steady heartbeat indicators from the machine next to them, everyone was excited and happy. This surgery was simply a miracle. They felt that they could brag about it to their colleagues for the rest of their lives.

However, the real miracle should be the person who created it. The group now admires Mo Ke to the point of prostration. If it weren't for the wrong time and place, they would even want to become her apprentices on the spot.

"You guys handle the rest, I'm leaving."

Avoiding the stares of the crowd and giving them no chance to exchange words, Mo Ke quickly left after handing over the remaining work to a few people. These were all senior doctors who had performed countless surgeries, so Mo Ke naturally wasn't worried about the follow-up work. The most important thing now was to leave as quickly as possible; she didn't want more people to know her identity.

Upon seeing Moko emerge from the operating room, Sengoku immediately stood up and walked over to her, his eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.

Moko nodded gently, her voice tinged with fatigue. "The surgery was successful. If all goes well, she should wake up in a day or two. However, she will need to rest for a long time afterward and cannot do any activities that put too much strain on her heart."

Upon hearing Moko's words, even the usually composed Warring States Marshal, who had never wavered in the face of adversity, had tears welling up in his eyes and his voice trembled with emotion. "Thank you, little Moko, really."

"It's alright. After all, it was Meimei's request. Besides, doesn't Marshal Sengoku also owe me a wish?"

Moko said casually, trying to lighten the mood, "I'll go back and rest now. By the way, please keep my identity a secret, Marshal Sengoku."

After Moko finished speaking, she left quickly. Before Sengoku could understand what was going on, several doctors who had finished their work in the operating room rushed out, grabbed Sengoku, and questioned him about Moko's identity with fervent eyes. Sengoku was stunned. Now he finally understood why Moko had asked him to keep it a secret.

"Ahem, well, this doctor doesn't want to reveal his identity, so there's nothing I can do. Oh, right, I need to go see Corazon. I'll be going now."

While the physicians were asking him other questions, Sengoku quickly made an excuse and fled as if his life depended on it; he couldn't handle such fanatical doctors! ≡┏|*′?Д?|┛