One Piece Law Light Novel

Perhaps he is immersed in one of his inventions?

What do we do? Shall we start by preparing the meal?Yes, let's do like that. Especially since we were able to buy some good meat today ... Hey, what's that, Law?Mh?

I turn in the direction Penguin is pointing at me. On the other side of the window, a dense black smoke rises from our field. There we find a device similar to an airplane that spits flames and gives off smoke, as well as …

Yes, that form is him, Wolf covered in blood.

Ossan!

I rushed to him and immediately made an inventory of his condition. He is bleeding horribly and is unconscious. His breathing is weak, as is his pulse.

He is clearly in danger.

Losing about a third of their blood is enough for a human to be in danger of death. As far as a brief naked eye examination can go, this is what Wolf seems to have lost.

It is clear that we do not have a single second to waste.

I'll take care of transporting the old man! Bepo, heat some water! Penguin, take care of the pool table so I can lay him down! Shachi, prepare my equipment for the operation!Already heading!Your gear is ready, Law! I sterilized everything!

When I walk into the house with Wolf on my shoulders, the operating table is already installed in the living room. I lay him there and retrieve my gear, which Shachi hands me.

In a worried voice, Bepo asks me:

The old man's injuries, how serious are they?

I would like to tell him that it is not much, but I choose to remain silent.

Wolf is in a terrible state.

He must have been on board the aircraft which crashed in the field.

His head is little affected, but he suffers from numerous hemorrhages, and his internal organs are seriously damaged. Some erupted at the time of the fall and in others we can see traces of the debris that has planted there.

Even as I try to measure my words, his injuries are still severe enough that his chances of survival are low.

Law, is that you?Avoid speaking for the moment. Go to sleep quietly.What ... am I hurt? Haa ... Haa ... I was trying out an electric glider that I designed for you ... for you to have fun ... Then I got a gust of wind before I went overwrite ... Name of a dog, I do not deserve the name of "genie" …Silence, bug! I'll listen to you tell me your story later!Law, what are we doing ?! I hurry to get a doctor in town?No, Penguin, don't bother. The time to make the round trip, it takes almost two hours. We don't have enough time for that.In this case, what do you want?I'll take care of it.Law…I will take care of the operation, I decare with as much conviction as possible.

I carefully check his injuries one by one.

And shit! It spreads everywhere, impossible to know exactly which organs are affected.

Shachi! Penguin! I have to give him a transfusion! I'm gonna need your blood!Ok!Fine!

I immediately prepare the material and promptly send the blood of my two friends into Wolf's body. But it is nothing more than a palliative, a simple emergency measure. Until I suture the wounds, hemorrhagic shock can make the old man snap at any moment.

Only here, I am not yet able to say precisely what is affected and where exactly the wound is.

And even if I managed to list all the wounds, because of my slowness I would never be in time to complete the operation.

Dum-Dum. His heart is beating very hard. His chest squeezes him, he can hardly breathe.

I'm so scared that I shudder with all my limbs. When I came to the aid of Penguin and Shachi, the operation was certainly to save their lives, but it was not that complicated.

However, today is a different story. It is necessary to have a high analytical capacity and a high level technique. Am I capable of it?

I'm afraid.

This is the first time that I find myself in such a situation. When I think that on my actions will depend the life, or the death, of a man, I feel dizzy and I am about to stagger.

What should I do?

Reflect. Think about it, damn it.

My breathing is jerky.

I am sweating more and more.

I can no longer collect my ideas.

No, I don't have the right. If I don't pull myself together, Wolf will stay there …

At that moment, I feel something tighten my left hand.

Turning around, I see that it is Penguin and Shachi who, restraining themselves from crying, have put their two hands on mine.

Sorry, Law ... Sorry for not being of any use to you ... The only thing we can do is entrust you with the old man's life ... But you, Law, you, you can do it! You can save him just like you saved us, Penguin and me! I know what we say is not worth much, but ... we're sorry! Please, we're counting on you! Save the old man's life!

Hearing Shachi Speak these words, I feel all haste, quite literally nervousness fly away. Their feverishness is transmitted to my left hand. A fervor that symbolizes nothing other than their deep desire to see Wolf come out of it.

Yes that's it. From the start, I shouldn't have hesitated.

Anyway, I have only one choice. It doesn't make sense to try to imagine what would happen if I ever failed.

That's it, I stop shaking.

Everything will be alright. Walk away ... Trust me and watch.

As I feel the touch of their hands leaving me, I take a deep breath.

„Room"

I am deploying my powers. A dome-shaped membrane appears and envelops the whole room.

Wha... What is this?!Sounds like the thing that happened the first time we met Law …Yes, is it the same as the day he came to my rescue?

Penguin, Shachi and Bepo all three utter a cry of surprise. But the explanations will come later.

Law, this power, you …Shut up, Mr junk! I swear ... to get you out of here!

After putting Wolf to sleep with an anesthetic, I focus my mind in thr "Room".

„Scan"!

That's it, I see. I can know which organs are affected, and or exactly, as if I have them, right in front of my eyes.

The intestines are torn.

The stomach is piercing.

A piece of metal punctured the liver.

Everything ... I see everything!

„Tact"!

As I shout that word, the five scalpels on the side of the operating table begin to hover in the air. Without forgetting the one I am holding in my right hand.

Let's go!

Equipped with my six scalpels, I embark on the operation of Wolf. All the tools move exactly as I hear them. The thread and the needles necessary for the suture, as well as for the irons and the retractor. In this partitioned space called "Room", I can handle everything, move everything as I wish.

I should get out of it!