Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3579

Ryan's message couldn't have been clearer-it was practically spelled out.

I'm not a toddler!

Matthew gave a faint smile, saying nothing in return.

Instead, he simply pointed at the blood-soaked deck, still wet with shark blood.

"If you want this boat to make it through the deep-sea zone, you'd better start cleaning. Otherwise, the stench alone might get us killed before we even get properly underway."

When he heard Matthew's words, Ryan's face lit up with reluctant agreement.

Matthew gave him a firm, approving pat on the shoulder.

"Good luck."

With that, he turned and walked into the cabin, leaving Ryan alone on the deck.

Ryan looked out over the empty deck and the bloodstained planks beneath his feet.

He was instantly thrown into a spiral of self-doubt.

So, by "cleaning"... he meant me, by myself, didn't he?

just like that, mop in hand, Ryan began scrubbing the deck-questioning every

for asking Matthew to help

couldn't bring himself

had just averted a life-or-death crisis. Complaining about deck stains felt

Ryan got to work like a diligent

had been years since he'd done a job

become Ronny's top steward, he had been little

and frail, no one had

kept on a ship, doing grunt work-scrubbing decks, taking orders, and enduring beatings

he met Ronny, the man from Blackshore

Ronny a

walking cane, wore a calm, reassuring

away

in stately wool coats that gave him an air of quiet

glance was enough to make

Handle anyone who posed

rats lurking in the shadows, eager to take a bite out of

Ronny had

they were stewards in name, their hands were just as bloodied in

fell and the sky darkened, the deck-once reeking and filthy-was now

Catet

satisfied, leaning against ti railing with a smile

wont