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To prove the speed of her blade, Weiwei spun her scalpel between her fingers with the same finesse she once used to twirl a pen in her previous life. The tool danced effortlessly—sharp, fast, and deadly.
The middle-aged man watching her paled and instinctively turned to flee, but he had no chance. Weiwei's strength was overwhelming. In seconds, a bowl of blood had been drawn.
Dipping her little finger into the blood, she stirred it gently, activating her Devil Fruit ability to manipulate blood on a subtle level. At the same time, she used Observation Haki to monitor minute changes. As the man grew visibly paler, she pressed her fingers against his wrist and began channeling vitality from his own body to heal the wound. The flow of life energy invigorated him, and the gash began to close before his eyes. In less than a minute, all that remained was a deep red scar.
Weiwei found the result satisfying. She wiped her hands with a towel and disinfected the scalpel. Then, with a bright smile, she asked, "How is it? Feeling better?"
The man stared at the scalpel, then slowly stood, rubbing his neck. Oddly enough, after such a terrifying treatment, his headache actually felt... better?!
With her first case a strange success, treating the second patient came more easily.
This one had a stab wound to the stomach—clearly serious.
Without a word, Weiwei motioned for him to sit, preparing for another round of bloodletting.
But before beginning, she called to Ah He, "Bring the anesthetic from my cabinet."
Despite Wano's shogunate-era aesthetic, it still had access to some external technologies, including basic medical tools like syringes and anesthetics.
Ah He, who had broad knowledge but no medical background, hesitated. She examined the patient's bloody abdomen, syringe in hand, unsure of where to inject.
"This... where do I use it?" she asked nervously.
"Leg," Weiwei replied calmly. "Hit him in the leg. If he tries to run, it'll slow him down."
Ah He: "..."
Patient: "..."
By midday, Miss Ba Yuqian had "treated" three patients—and word was already spreading.
Headaches? Bloodletting. Back pain? Bloodletting. Nausea and vomiting? Also bloodletting.
There was no ailment that couldn't be addressed by draining blood. And if it didn't work? It just meant not enough was taken.
Ah He spent the day in anxious silence, occasionally eyeing the shovel in the corner—just in case she had to help bury a body. But to her relief, all the patients survived.
Three in the morning, five in the afternoon. Aside from one escape attempt—cut short by Weiwei dislocating the patient's shoulder—all patients were "cured."
None of the blood went to waste. After studying its properties, Weiwei stored the excess in refrigerators, labeling and organizing it.
As the former princess's name as a healer spread, more and more villagers came to see her.
In her previous life, a human losing over 1000 ml of blood would risk going into shock. But this was the One Piece world. Here, people were ridiculously strong—resilient beyond real-world limits.
On the hospital's third day, a sumo wrestler named Urashima arrived. He was a towering figure, over four meters tall and weighing several tons. He'd been training rigorously, determined to become the yokozuna of Wano.
Every time she treated him, Weiwei felt like she was operating on an elephant.
While an ordinary human might collapse after losing just a liter of blood, Urashima nonchalantly parted with 78,000 ml as if it were a warm-up.
One anesthetic shot numbs a normal patient. Urashima needed at least three to even feel dizzy.
Weiwei quickly noted he had neither Haki nor a Devil Fruit power. Surprisingly, bloodletting worked wonders on sumo wrestlers. Every session left Urashima refreshed. With added hypnosis, suggestion, and vitality channeling, he felt stronger and more confident after every visit.
He bowed when entering and thanked her when leaving—astonishingly polite for such a giant.
However, his blood had a serious flaw: it was packed with oil. Weiwei was visibly disgusted each time she drained him. She filled three whole basins per session—it looked more like animal lard than human blood. She didn't need virgin blood, but she had standards.
She finally warned him, "You're getting worse. Your cardiopulmonary burden's too high. Eat more vegetables, less meat."
Conveniently, Pickle Village and Bianli Village grew bitter greens normally unfit even for dogs. Weiwei started selling them to Urashima, earning a small profit margin as a middleman.
After two days on a wild vegetable diet, the oil levels in his blood dropped noticeably. Weiwei was pleased. Urashima, feeling more energetic, was thrilled. Everyone was happy.
As Urashima's health improved, he began referring other sumo wrestlers. Soon, seven or eight giants were visiting daily. One gave 5,000 ml, another 6,000 ml in one go. The hospital's five fridges quickly filled with bags of blood.
There were all types and kinds. The sumo donors were generous, but their blood quality remained terrible—more grease than plasma. Even Whitebeard would reject it for a transfusion.
Weiwei didn't mind. She had other plans.
With a bold idea forming, she waited a few days to refine it. When ready, she sent Ah He away and locked up the hospital.
In the backyard, she poured the contents of every blood bag into an old abandoned bath.
Closing her eyes, she summoned her vampire form.
Her hair turned black, her eyes crimson. In the moonlight, her refined beauty became ethereal, elegant—yet beneath the surface surged a violent hunger. Her outward calm masked a deep inner frenzy.
She resisted the killing urge, calming herself with layered mental suggestions. Taking a deep breath, she extended her right hand toward her chest and drove it inward—straight to her heart.
"Damn, that hurts!" she gasped, trembling in pain. Still, she forced herself to withdraw a single drop of blood from her heart.
It was no ordinary blood. Infused with her soul, belief, and will, it was her essence in liquid form. Without hesitation, she tossed the drop into the blood pool before her.
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