[He was, actually. And it was otherwise a fairly quiet day of medicine making, too - until a yawning dark portal stretches open in the middle of the room and deposits a bleeding person into his care. Then it's a touch of professional urgency and a healthy dose of "business now, figure out what the hell is going on later", especially when the patient's identity is there in all its bleeding glory for Chopper to see.]
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Sanji?!