Chapter 822: Chapter 821: The Rest of Our Lives
The boat was still gently rocking, but Wufu was not affected at all, calmly digging into Ah Jiuâs wound with the knife in his hand.
With a clink, the nail was pried out and fell to the floor, stained with crimson blood. Wufu sprinkled the golden sore medicine on the wound and pressed it with a clean handkerchief.
"Bring the white cloth strips," Wufu ordered.
Jadeite had already come to her senses and rummaged through the messy items to find some white cloth, but she looked troubled: "Miss, theyâre all soaked with water." Wufu glanced at it and said, "Itâs okay, just wring it out and bring it over."
Jadeite complied, wrung the cloth dry, and then tore it into strips according to her instructions, handing them over.
While helping Ah Jiu bandage, Wufu said, "Donât just stand there, go do what you need to."
The people in the room also snapped back to reality after this brush with death, feeling a bit embarrassed to find themselves not as capable as a woman.
"If his soul hasnât left, check his pulse, see if there are any internal injuries or something," Wufu kicked Bai Xiaobai lightly.
Ah Jiu said, "Iâm fine, just the cut on my back." As he spoke, he noticed Wufu, seeing that her cheek near her ear also had a scrape, his face changed: "Youâre injured?"
Wufu reached out to touch it, but he grabbed her hand.
"Donât touch, Bai Xiaobai," Ah Jiu ordered sternly.
Bai Xiaobai sniffed, "Master, you scared me to death just now..."
"I wonât die, get the medicine," Ah Jiu said coldly.
Bai Xiaobai looked very aggrieved, glanced at Wufuâs face, and muttered, "Iâm hurt too."
Yuan Ye quickly dragged him out, really wanting to die, just now it was Wufu helping the master treat his injuries, now not listening to masterâs words, talking nonsense, does he want to die?
"Mine doesnât matter, in such a big storm, how can there not be a single injury? Look at them, either bruised or hit by flying objects," Wufu chuckled.
Ah Jiu looked around and saw that indeed everyone had some minor or major injuries.
"A womanâs appearance must not be marred." Ah Jiu didnât care if others were injured or where they were injured, but Wufu couldnât.
"Um..." Yan Er walked over, about to speak, but was stared down by Ah Jiu, feeling a chill run through his body.
Why was he looking at him like he wanted to eat him?
Yan Er swallowed, suddenly not daring to step closer, and even felt inexplicably guilty, why?
Ah Jiu snorted.
He would never admit he was venting his anger, this damn Yan Er, he should never have allowed him to join back then, Wufuâs kiss...
Ah Jiuâs aura turned cold abruptly, leaving Wufu a bit puzzled.
"Are you alright? Do you know, you almost ended up in a sharkâs stomach?" Wufu looked at Yan Er, after all, he also almost charged into the sea.
Yan Er recalled his own narrow escape, face turning pale, and asked, "Was it you who saved me?"
"Next time donât be so stupid, fixed objects must be stable, window frames canât bear your weight, and itâs not every time that youâre lucky enough for someone to save you like this," Wufu snorted lightly.
Yan Erâs heart was slightly shaken, pursing his lips, looking at Wufu with complicated feelings, and more gratitude.
In such a perilous situation, she rushed over to save him, essentially risking her own life, and they had only known each other for a few days.
If it were him, would he disregard his own life to save someone he had just met a few days ago?
Yan Er bowed to Wufu: "Wufu, I, Yan Er, will never forget this life-saving grace!"
Wufu raised an eyebrow.
"Next time..."
The boat suddenly shuddered.