Fortunately, they both survived.

After stopping, the man immediately released Catherine. Catherine noticed that his posture was strange when he got up, so he must have been seriously injured.

Because she was being held in someone's arms, she only had some scrapes on her arms and legs, but her bones were fine. The other person was definitely more seriously injured than her.

"Wait a minute, let me take a look at your bones," Catherine called to the man.

After all, she took a lot of the fall for him. If she had jumped down herself, she wouldn't have been so unharmed; a fracture would be the least of her worries.

“I’m a doctor, a professional,” Catherine added when she saw that the man didn’t stop.

The man turned back.

Catherine examined the injuries and found that the most serious ones were a broken arm and a sprained ankle. There was no major bleeding and no head injury.

After a simple cleaning, hemostasis, bandaging, and immobilization of the wound, Catherine chatted with him briefly to distract him while treating the wound.

Why did you protect me when you jumped out of the car?

"Two people can increase the chances of survival."

“If you want to increase your survival rate, you should use me as a scapegoat,” Catherine said, looking at him.

Well, he looks quite imposing, giving off a dignified and upright vibe, like the kind of righteous hero who would stand up for what's right.

"A man should never use a woman as a scapegoat."

Catherine smiled and tied a pretty bow with her hands.

I didn't even hear a gasp; you're quite good at holding your breath.

"Let's go together, my companion should be here soon."

The man shook his head.

"You hide and wait for your companions, I'm going to chase after them."

Catherine blinked, unsure how to express her question in a single sentence.

"Then why did you jump out of the car?"