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In the backstreets and underworld of Kamino Ward, rumors circle of a strange little medical clinic.
Nobody knows where it came from or how it got there; it simply appeared one day and started accepting patients.
They say that the presiding doctor has dark circles under his eyes and a permanent scowl on his face, but boasts of incredible medical prowess. They say that everyone gets treated equally there, no matter if you’re a hero or a villain, rich or poor. They say that he accepts money when one has it, favors if one doesn’t, and that anyone who shirks their payment or breaks the rules will get kicked out no matter how powerful they are.
The last one nobody believed until a rising gang leader got sliced into pieces and thrown out inside of a trash bag while still mysteriously alive.
That instance rocketed his name to fame, and the dregs of society whispered his name in gratitude, reverence, and fear.
In the back rooms of the Polar Tang Clinic, Trafalgar D. Water Law sneezed.
Huh.
He must be catching a cold.
After thinking about it for a moment, he shook his head and shrugged before continuing onto the next surgery.
Appendicitis on a pregnant patient requires his attention urgently. He’ll get around to fixing that broken thermostat later.