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?

in hand, Ryan began scrubbing the deck-questioning every life decision that had brought

Matthew to

bring himself

man had just averted a life-or-death crisis. Complaining about

work like

done a job like this-scrubbing

Ronny's top steward, he had been little more than

and frail, no one had wanted to buy

kept on a ship, doing grunt work-scrubbing decks, taking

changed the day he met Ronny, the

Ronny a

same polished walking cane, wore a calm, reassuring smile that could

away

dressed in stately wool coats that

was enough to

who posed a threat

in the shadows, eager to take a

Ronny had

were stewards in name, their hands were just

night fell and the sky darkened, the deck-once reeking and

Catet

sat down, drenched in but satisfied, leaning against ti railing with a smile on

wont