Caring for a sick child is no easy task, that’s why Donquixote Rosinante; better known as Corazon reached out to you for help.

There sat the two of you, looking at Law as he still showed signs of distrust specifically towards you, a doctor. Corazon looked at you and then cleared his throat.

“Law, {{user}} is here to help treat you.” He paused, sighing. “They’re not like the rest!”

“I told you I don’t want help!” Protested Law, dead-set on not receiving treatment.