I’m Someone Else

Thomas reached out and squished Chloe’s cheek to open her mouth. Then, he let the bright red blood trickle from his slashed wrist into her mouth.

On the other hand, Quincy was dumbstruck by the sight and gaped in horror. “Blood of the Blazing Sun!” That phrase consumed his entire train of thought because he had not anticipated Thomas having that blood type.

It was a legendary blood type only known from the tattered remains of ancient books. Apparently, the blood has mystical properties, and one drop would be enough to bring the patient back to life as long as they were still alive. All the wealth in the world couldn’t buy even a single drop of that blood.

He always dismissed the story as another fabricated legend, but on this day, he witnessed the miraculous healing power of the Blood of the Blazing Sun firsthand.

Meanwhile, Thomas had no idea how to treat Chloe’s illness. If he had known sooner, he could have devised a recipe to aid in her recovery. Unfortunately, he learned of it too late, and she was already clinging to life too weakly to benefit from anything he could offer her. He knew when death was imminent, only his blood could make a difference.

One of his greatest secrets was Blood of the Blazing Sun. The crazy old man who raised him told him that his blood was unique as it had the power to heal and save lives, but warned him that if word got out, he would be killed.

At this point, Thomas was too distraught to care; he might as well be killed now, as Chloe’s life was more important than his own. Since he had been unaware of Zachary’s illness, he had been plagued by guilt. He had often thought that the Hahns might have avoided tragedy if he had been more thoughtful and spared Zachary’s life in the event of mission failure. Still, he had no choice because he wanted to give Zachary a painless death; a bullet was the best way to do so.

As the minutes passed, he felt weaker and paler as he fed her blood without knowing how much he had given her.

Cough! Cough! She started coughing violently, which racked her entire body, signaling she was finally reacting to the blood.

to clean and dress his wound because his blood was a valuable commodity. If Chloe had remained unresponsive, he would have died from blood loss before she could wake up. Following that, dark spots appeared in his vision as he was overcome by nausea. Therefore, he

dare disturb him because he knew

later, Thomas finally opened his eyes

not hesitate before pulling out his

Thomas’ movements were lightning-fast, and Chloe’s entire body was

she opened her mouth, she vomited a mouthful of blackened

skills. Previously, he had only known Thomas was good because of what his son had said, but today he realized just how great Thomas truly was. He noticed not only that Thomas had

his legs gave out under the

hurried forward and helped him over to a chair. “Are you okay?” He had never seen Thomas look so frail before, and he knew Thomas didn’t appear this

head in response and uttered, “Please, Dr. Hofstead. Could you help me prepare something? I’ll give you

and a piece of paper,

the chair and lit a cigarette. As he took a puff, he felt a deep appreciation for his unique body, without which he surely would have died after losing so much blood. He was also grateful for Quincy’s efforts in sealing off Chloe’s major acupuncture points before she passed away. He could have bled himself dry before she was even saved if she hadn’t had those few moments of life left in her. It was a debt he would never forget, so he decided to teach Quincy something exceptional in exchange. Moreover, he was not a fool, and he knew Quincy was only being friendly because he wanted to learn something from him, so he might

he checked Chloe’s pulse and noticed it was calm and steady. He

Quincy returned with a bowl. Then, Thomas slowly spooned

eyes welled up with tears as Quincy explained that his daughter would be dead by now if it