Chapter 35: Dr. Kureha
Since they had already arrived at Drum Island, there was no way they wouldn't take the opportunity to meet Dr. Kureha, the legendary hidden powerhouse!
After asking for directions multiple times along the way, Antonio finally led the group to a castle clinic perched atop one of Drum's snowy peaks. The name was fitting—"The Witch's Clinic." However, the price list posted at the entrance was enough to scare away most visitors.
A simple cold would cost at least 100,000 Belly, and the fees for more serious illnesses were even steeper. But at the very bottom of the sign, a single sentence stood out:
"Guaranteed cure—guaranteed recovery."
Brook stepped inside without hesitation. The place was empty—no patients, no assistants—just a tall, thin old woman with white hair, casually drinking. The scene felt oddly similar to Shakky's Rip-off Bar: business was slow, but when it did come, it was enough to last for years.
Dr. Kureha, tipsy as ever, glanced at Brook as he walked in. Her brows furrowed. Something about him felt... off. No heartbeat. No body heat.
"Dr. Kureha, I hear you can cure anything."
Brook smiled faintly and took a seat in front of her. Antonio, a little nervous, found himself a spot as well. The memory seahorse and the parrot rested on the qilin-lion's back, staying silent.
"And what exactly do you need treatment for?"
The eerie aura around Brook seemed to sober Kureha up instantly. Her expression turned serious as she studied his pale, skeletal form.
"I want to know if I can still have children in the future."