“Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rodney Buck (Buck Rodney), and this beautiful lady beside me is Catherine Taylor (Kathleen Taylor). Please forgive me, but I am simply too curious—may I ask who you are? Where did you learn English? Forgive my boldness, but you don’t seem to be of the same ethnicity as this true native.”

“It’s my honor and good fortune to meet you all. My name is Brian Carter, I am Chinese. I survived a plane crash and was rescued by the Akuri tribe. I have lived with them for about three years.”

Everyone riding in the same car as Brian Carter was even more curious about him than Curtis Stone was about the car. Now, their questions were finally answered, and they all exclaimed in unison, “Oh!”

“My goodness, you really are lucky. Could you tell us about your experiences? That must be quite a story.”

“I’d be happy to talk about my experiences, but right now I’m really worried about the chief. We’ve lived together for three years—he’s my family now. I can’t talk about anything else at the moment, I’m very sorry.”

“Ah, I’m sorry, my curiosity came at the wrong time. God bless, I hope your chief will be all right.”

After Buck Professor expressed his apologies and suppressed his strong curiosity, the group hurried on in silence. Speaking of the place where Brian Carter was hunting, it really wasn’t far from Professor Buck’s camp—just about a twenty-minute drive. As the car slowed down, both Brian Carter and Curtis Stone quickly confirmed they had arrived.

When Brian Carter led the group to the chief, they found him lying motionless on the ground. David Bailey and Little Bailey sat tearfully beside the chief, waving away the swarming flies.

Brian Carter felt a chill in his heart, afraid the chief was already dead. He stood in front of the chief, not daring to step forward to check. At that moment, the doctor carrying the medical kit rushed to the chief’s side, felt for a pulse on the chief’s carotid artery, and loudly announced, “He’s not dead yet. Let me examine him.”

The doctor put on rubber gloves, checked the wound on the chief’s neck, looked at his pupils, then took out a bunch of instruments to check the chief’s blood pressure and breathing. David Bailey and Little Bailey stood by, tense and hopeful, their concern for their father surpassing everything else.

Soon, good news came from the doctor.

“He’s very lucky—the leopard’s teeth missed the major blood vessels and only broke two small ones. But his condition is still very serious; he’s lost at least two pints of blood and must have a transfusion. I need to check his blood type. Also, if anyone is type O and willing to donate blood, please let me know.”

Brian Carter was not type O, and the chief’s blood type was quickly determined to be A+. But Brian Carter’s blood type was B, which meant he couldn’t donate to the chief. At this point, everyone else present shook their heads, indicating they were neither type O nor A+.

Fortunately, David Bailey and the others were the chief’s children, so their blood type should be the same. Brian Carter gathered David Bailey and the others together and told them that the white doctor needed their blood to save the chief, and that only a little would be drawn.

While the doctor was testing David Bailey and the others’ blood, Catherine stepped forward with a gentle smile and said softly, “I’m type O, and I’m willing to donate blood. Evan Carter, you can draw mine first.”

The doctor said seriously, “Catherine, you must understand, I only have equipment for direct person-to-person transfusion. While I can guarantee the equipment is clean and safe, direct transfusion is very risky. It’s hard to control the amount of blood transferred, and there have been cases of people dying during transfusion.”

“It’s all right, I have to save him. I can’t just stand by. Before their blood types are confirmed, you can draw mine first.”

Catherine was still very young, looking about twenty-three or twenty-four, around 1.7 meters tall, with short brown hair and delicate features—very beautiful. After showing such extraordinary courage and compassion, her beauty shone even brighter. At this moment, in Brian Carter’s eyes, Catherine was the embodiment of an angel.

The doctor connected Catherine and the chief’s arms with a soft tube fitted with two needles. After repeatedly warning Catherine to tell him immediately if she felt dizzy, he began cleaning the chief’s wound. Once the wound was cleaned, it would bleed again, so the doctor had to clean it while transfusing blood.

Brian Carter was extremely grateful to Catherine, but didn’t know what to say. After hesitating, Brian Carter gave Catherine a deep bow and said emotionally, “Miss Catherine, on behalf of the entire Akuri tribe, thank you for your help. According to the traditions of the Chinese people and the Akuri tribe, I will definitely repay you—I promise.”

At this point, the blood types of David Bailey and the others were also confirmed. As expected, they were all A+. The doctor happily announced that if four people donated blood, the chief could be saved, and the donors would be fine as well.