You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

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,

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?"

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?

"Since that's the case, after we go ashore, we'll take you to the nearest police station. They have a

large database. They should be able to find your identity," Luther said, patting Joyce. "We've saved

him, done our part, we don't need to get involved in anything extra." New chapter avаilable oո

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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

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"Then, after we reach the shore, we can contact the Embassy of W and send him back?" Joyce

suggested.