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?

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

Matthew to

couldn't bring himself to say

a life-or-death crisis.

Ryan got to work like a

had been years since he'd done

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

and frail, no one had

grunt work-scrubbing decks, taking orders, and enduring beatings like

the day he met Ronny, the man

called Ronny a gentleman-elegant,

carried the same polished walking cane,

away

dressed in stately wool coats that gave him

one glance was enough to

Handle anyone who posed a threat

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

from Ryan, Ronny

in name, their hands were

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

Catet

down, drenched in but satisfied, leaning against ti

wont