A thunderous explosion erupted from the helicopter.

Had this man not encountered her, he would have perished.

Relieved, Rosalynn attempted to shift the man off her to check his pulse.

Yet, his large hand held onto her left hand so tightly she couldn't shake free.

Startled, Rosalynn regarded the man warily.

Deep-set features defined the man's face. Despite the dirt smearing his face, his inherent dignity was unmistakable.

His attire, composed of high-quality materials, suggested a high-ranking individual.

Why was he still clutching her hand in his unconscious state?

Did he fear she would abandon him?

His will to survive was incredibly strong.

For now, Rosalynn decided to forego checking his pulse.

His injuries were severe. Without immediate treatment, he could die.

Rapidly, she retrieved silver needles from her bracelet and began to administer acupuncture.

A faint call echoed from a distance.

“Rosalynn, where are you?"

It was Brian's voice.

He was searching for her.

After she completed the acupuncture, Rosalynn hastily responded, "I'm here, Brian."

Brian's footsteps grew closer.

In the waning light, he moved to her with concern etched in his eyes.

“Rosalynn." Brian approached her.

“What happened? Are you alright?"