The boat was still gently rocking, but Wufu was not affected at all, calmly digging into Ah Jiu's 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, they're all soaked with water." Wufu glanced at it and said, "It's 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, "Don't 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.
