After Brook threw Urouge onto the bed, June immediately walked to the bedside, lowering her head to look at the unconscious Urouge.
Urouge's condition was obviously not good at this time. The greenish hue on his face was nearing a dangerous level, and his body was starting to turn a deep red.
"I'm going to start the surgery."
"Oh, Miss June, should I stay away?" Brook asked curiously, taking two steps back.
Then, with a curious expression, he waited for June to begin the surgery.
"..."
Watching Brook's behavior, June felt speechless.
Then June didn't start the surgery immediately but said helplessly, "Brook, I should have told you that I can control bacteria, and besides, you're just a skeleton, what are you afraid of?"
"Oh, right, I'm a skeleton, nothing to fear," Brook suddenly realized, then approached the bed again.
Seeing Brook's face almost touching Urouge's, June raised an eyebrow again but didn't say anything.
Forget it...
June sighed inwardly once again.
With June's fingers lightly touching Urouge's head, a semi-spherical membrane unfolded, enveloping the unconscious Urouge.
June raised her index finger, and an invisible force connected her with Urouge.
"Detachment."
With June's soft command, a green bridge appeared on Urouge's forehead where her finger touched.
Under Brook's astonished gaze, the green color on Urouge's body began to fade at a visible speed.
"This guy is really lucky. The virus didn't completely 'attack' his heart. Otherwise, it would have been quite troublesome to deal with..." June muttered to herself. Then, using her ability, she removed the virus residing in Urouge's body and guided it out, storing it in her index finger.
As the virus was continuously extracted, Urouge's complexion improved, and June's index finger became lush green.
At this point, her finger contained a large amount of virus.
If June were to touch an ordinary person with her finger now, someone with a weak constitution would probably be in excruciating pain.
After extracting most of the virus, June opened a small pouch she carried and took out a test tube, carefully injecting all the virus from her finger into the test tube.
The whole surgery took only a few minutes, but it still left June slightly out of breath.
After all, saving lives was much more difficult than mere killing.
If June were to release bacteria, it would be a piece of cake, but removing the bacteria from a person's body was a delicate task.
Due to the unique nature of the bacteria, it required constant combing within the body to minimize the chance of missing any, or else it would be treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.
To reduce the bacteria to a level acceptable by the human body, June had to do a lot of unnecessary work, which consumed a lot of energy.
But ultimately, June's physical strength couldn't keep up with the precision and nature of her ability.
After the surgery, the effect was remarkable.
Urouge, lying on the bed, slowly regained consciousness.
Upon awakening, Urouge looked at June and Brook with a dazed gaze.
Then, he rubbed his groggy head with his hand.
Both sides quietly stared at each other.
After a moment, Urouge realized what had happened and spoke up.
"You saved me?"
"Uh? You could say that."
June didn't answer, but Brook, standing beside her, replied.
"Thank you."
Urouge smiled, acknowledging that although he could have managed on his own, it was only proper to thank someone who helped reduce his troubles.
"You must be a Devil Fruit user, right?"
June picked up the test tube from earlier, asking.
Then she continued, "Although your body is very strong, it still has a normal structure, and the amount of bacteria extracted should be enough to kill a thousand people."
Urouge was stunned for a moment, then smiled foolishly, "My name is Urouge, indeed I am a Devil Fruit user. I can store so much bacteria in my body thanks to the power of the fruit..."
"Stop! I'm not interested in that. Anyway, you should be almost healed now, so we'll be leaving."
With that, June walked out, as for her, saving someone was just something she did in passing.
...
The sky was cloudless, and the sea was calm.
In the world government's exclusive port in the Red Soil Continent, three warships were ready to set sail.
On the decks of the warships, world government personnel were working together to unload crates filled with supplies from the cargo hold.
A man wearing a white robe and a mask with a scar across his face supervised his subordinates as they unloaded the supplies onto the deck.
"Sir, the cargo loading is complete, and everyone is in position. We can depart at any time."
A man in a black suit with sunglasses approached the CP0 officer.
"Mm."
CP0 nodded, then turned his gaze towards the direction of the captain's cabin.
There, a figure in protective clothing with a hood was gritting his teeth, looking at the route map to Fishman Island.
Samofled was acting strangely, having barely escaped with his life from Nicholas, he immediately returned to Mary Geoise and ordered world government personnel to go to Fishman Island.
And now, Samofled, looking at the route map before him, was filled with anger. It could be said that his greatest secret had not yet been discovered. He needed to go to Fishman Island and seize control before the Gorosei and those guys noticed. Because only by controlling Fishman Island could he negotiate with Nicholas.
He didn't want to end up like that idiot Homing, if he lost his status as a Celestial Dragon, what would be the difference between that and death?
"Samofled, everything is ready, we can depart anytime."
A man in a black suit entered the captain's cabin and reported earnestly.
"Good, tell the other two ships to depart immediately for Fishman Island!"
Samofled eagerly gave the order.
"Understood!"
With the order given, the three warships quickly coated themselves with a membrane and submerged beneath the sea.
Soon, the three warships, now coated with a membrane, arrived thousands of meters below the surface of the sea. As they ventured deeper into the ocean, the light became dimmer.
"Oh no!"
Suddenly, a panicked voice came from the lookout tower.
Samofled's face changed, and he instinctively looked towards the lookout tower.
Soldiers responsible for reconnaissance emerged from the lookout tower, their faces filled with fear.
"Sir, large numbers of small sea kings have been spotted on both sides of the ship!"
"What!?"
Samofled and the many black suits on the deck had their expressions changed drastically.
Encountering a large number of sea kings' attacks at such depths in the sea would be fatal!