Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1932

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, 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.