Female Novel
Chapter 1932: The Stranger
Chapter 1932: The Stranger
As the person waiting for rescue disappeared into the water once again, almost invisible, Joyce, who
was on the boat, grew anxious. She had once been saved by Christian from the sea, so she could
empathize with the situation.
After struggling on the surface of the sea for more than ten minutes, a lifeguard continuously dived
down. Finally, a few lifeguards worked together to lift a man out of the water. The man had been
holding onto a floating object, but due to exhaustion, it had drifted away. If they had been any later, he
would have surely sunk forever, swallowed by the sea.
The lifeguards dragged the man towards the yacht. As they approached, the sailors lowered a rescue
rope ladder, and one of the lifeguards carried the man on his back, climbing up the yacht. He
immediately laid the man down on the ground.
At that moment, Joyce hurriedly approached and asked anxiously, "How is he? Is he still alive?"
The lifeguard replied, "He swallowed water, and his condition is not good. I'm performing CPR on him
now."
With that, the lifeguard continued to press on the chest of the rescued man. One compression after
another, without pause.
This was not a scene suitable for children to witness.
Anderson took Alisha back to the cabin of the yacht to watch TV and play games.
Luther went to Joyce's side, his expression slightly serious, his eyebrows furrowed, and a flicker of light
in his eyes. It was unclear what he was thinking.
He gently tugged at Joyce and said, "Don't you find it strange? We rarely go out to sea on a yacht, and
yet we encounter such an incident. It's too coincidental. Moreover, if you look around, there are no
other boats on the vast sea. Where did this man come from? And why did he fall into the water? Don't
you find it suspicious?"
Joyce carefully examined the man who had been rescued. His eyes were tightly shut, his face pale
from being soaked in the sea. The weather was still relatively fine, not too cold, yet his lips were still
turning purple. If it were winter, he would have frozen to death long ago.
Although pale and disheveled, it was evident that he was a handsome man, with a gentle and refined
appearance. However, his body appeared somewhat weak, unlike that of an ordinary person. It was
unclear whether it was due to falling into the sea.
"Regardless of whether it's suspicious or not, let's save him first," Joyce pushed aside the lifeguard.
"Your technique seems off. Let me try."
The lifeguard yielded his position to her.
Joyce knelt on the deck, her belly slightly bulging, making this posture relatively strenuous.
"No need for you to do it yourself. They are professional lifeguards," Luther felt a little distressed seeing
Joyce kneel on the deck. She had always been kind-hearted and wouldn't let death pass by without
saving someone. In the past, she had saved him without hesitation, even sacrificing her own
innocence. She had also saved his grandmother. They had met because of that, and he knew she was
skilled in rescue operations. He also knew he couldn't stop her.
Joyce reached out and pressed on the chest of the man who had fallen into the water. "It's alright, let
me try."
She placed one hand on his forehead and the other under his chin, opening his airway and clearing
away the mud and seaweed.
"You perform rescue breaths on him. I'll do the chest compressions. The speed has to be fast, or else
it'll be too late," Joyce instructed the lifeguard.
"Alright," the lifeguard was surprised by Mrs. Luther's professional level. He quickly pinched the
drowning man's nostrils shut and began rescue breaths.
Meanwhile, Joyce placed the heel of her palm on the middle and lower part of the man's sternum,novelbin
overlapping her wrists. Her ten fingers intertwined as she used the power of her body to perform
compressions, approximately 120 per minute.
And so it continued.
Finally, through their relentless efforts, the man who fell into the sea coughed out a mouthful of water
and regained normal breathing.
Joyce was exhausted, covered in sweat. She had been kneeling, but now she sat on the ground.
Luckily, Luther was behind her, protecting her. She didn't fall, just lay weakly in his arms.
Luther gently massaged her arm, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "Are you tired? Do you want me
to carry you inside to rest?"
Joyce shook her head. "I'm fine, let me lean on you for a while."
Luther embraced her. In terms of professional rescue, he had received special training before, and
now, after being strengthened by the warlords, Joyce was truly different.
The lifeguard also admired her. "Mrs. Warner, I didn't expect you to be more professional than us."
Joyce smiled and shook her head.
At this moment, the man who fell into the sea finally regained consciousness.
He slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and there was a sense of unfamiliarity and emptiness in his
eyes.
Seeing the man wake up, Joyce asked, "You're saved. This is our yacht. What's your name? Where are
you from? We will take you ashore now. You can tell us the contact information of your family, and we
can help you get in touch with them. Let them come and pick you up."
The man's lips were pale. He looked at Joyce blankly, his gaze fixed on her for a long time.
Luther became somewhat alert and instinctively held Joyce tighter.
The man asked, "Who are you? Where is this?"
Joyce also felt something was off. After the man opened his eyes, his behavior was unusual. His eyes
were particularly beautiful and clear, but they carried a sense of emptiness.
The man frowned. The lifeguard helped him sit up and brought a blanket to wrap around him.
Joyce asked again, "Why did you fall into the sea?"
The man tightened the blanket around him, shook his head, his voice trembling slightly, then he held
his head with both hands. "I don't know. Who am I? Do you know me? Where is this?"
Joyce was taken aback and quickly exchanged glances with Luther.
What's going on? The man they rescued had lost his memory. He couldn't remember who he was or
why he fell into the sea, let alone find his family. What should they do?
Joyce didn't respond immediately.
At that moment, another lifeguard found an identification card from the man's clothes.
"Mr. Warner, he's from the country W and his name is Munin. I'm afraid our databases here won't be
able to find his information."
Luther was startled. "W is indeed adjacent to Khebury across the sea, but it's impossible for him to drift
from W to here. It's like a fantasy."
"Then, after we reach the shore, we can contact the Embassy of W and send him back?" Joyce
suggested.