Chapter 3 The Savior

I threw the debris onto the beach and strode over. "How is she doing?"

"I don't know. We just dragged her out of the water." The elegant lady looked at me like I was her savior. Tears were welling up in her eyes. "Where are we? Why did this happen?"

"Let me take a look at her." I quickly knelt down beside the unconscious woman.

She was not breathing, and her heartbeat was barely there.

"Anya!" I shouted. "She's drowned! We need to do CPR!"

Without professional equipment, CPR was the most effective measure we could take. I had learned how to do CPR in the army, but since Anya was a doctor, she should be the one to do it.

Anya gasped and ran over to confirm what I had said. She looked panicked and embarrassed. "I can't do CPR with an injured arm."

I looked down at the woman's pale face and knew I couldn't delay treatment any longer. I couldn't hesitate. I needed to save her.

"I learned first aid in the army. I'll help you."

Anya gave me a surprised look and nodded. "Okay."

She straightened the woman's head and began to blow air into her mouth.

I pressed her chest rhythmically.

Anya and I were successful. The third time we repeated the process, the woman woke up with a cough.

"Excellent! God has blessed us!" the elegant lady said excitedly.

The woman who I had first seen squatting on the ground smiled and earnestly said, "Thank you! My name is Eliza Reed. I still can't believe we're actually living through the horrible thing that happened today."

"Eliza Reed? So it really is you! I'm your biggest fan!" Tracey exclaimed.

Eliza smiled back. "Now we're all just victims of the same disaster."

Apparently, Eliza was a star. I had rarely paid attention to the entertainment industry while I was in the army.

"Greetings, I'm Karin Sanderson. My husband is..." The lady suddenly stopped herself and didn't finish her sentence. "Nice to meet you," she said instead.

The woman who had just regained consciousness was coughing up water. Once she had caught her breath, she said weakly, "My name is Rosie Ellsworth. My father is the CEO of Ellsworth Group. I never thought that this would happen. Once we get back to civilization, I'm suing this airline into bankruptcy!"

I had heard that the Ellsworth Group was a powerful multinational group.

I didn't expect the daughter of the Ellsworth Group's CEO to be a punk.

The four of us introduced ourselves one by one.

I noticed that Anya's face was pale and I remembered that she had been injured in the crash.

"We need to deal with your wound right now," I said to her. "The bacteria from the sea might give you an infection. We can't wait for the rescue team, because we don't know when they'll be here. I learned how to bandage wounds in the army. I can help you."

Anya was an intern, so she knew that I wasn't lying.

I found anti-inflammatory drugs in my travel bag and crushed them into powder. I slowly applied the powder to Anya's arm and then bandaged her arm with a cloth.

"There is a wound on my leg too." Anya shyly turned her face away from my gaze.

I lowered my head and started treating the wound on her leg. Her skin was delicate and silky smooth, and I slowed down while applying the drugs.

"Hurry up," Anya urged.

I quickly finished applying the drugs and then looked away.