I’m Someone Else

“Olivia, Olivia! Are you okay? Don’t scare me!” Ophelie tried to help Olivia, but the latter stopped her from doing so.

“I… I think my ribs are broken. It hurts so much!” Olivia was well aware that her injuries would only worsen if she was lifted up abruptly right then.

“That b*stard! Gavin is really nothing but a swine!” Ophelie snarled, loathing her so-called half-brother to the core, wanting nothing more than to skin him alive.

Tears rolled down her cheeks one after another like beads of a broken string. This was the second time in her life that she felt such helplessness. The first was when their mother passed away.

Soon, an ambulance arrived, and a group of medical staff sent the Pearson sisters to the hospital.

On the ride to the hospital, Ophelie had called Quincy, a close family friend. She could tell her dear sister was gravely injured, and she couldn’t rest assured unless this influential figure in the medical field of Irieson personally intervened.

Fortunately, Quincy was still in his office. He was reading ‘The Imperial Acupuncture,’ the book Thomas had given him. The more he read it, the more he understood the profound and vast mysteries of acupuncture. So much so that he had reached the point of neglecting sleep and food.

“Ophelie! What happened?” asked Quincy, who had been waiting at the hospital entrance, as he directed the nurses to take Olivia to the emergency room.

Ophelie, who had already stopped crying, burst into tears again upon hearing the hospital director’s question, choking with sobs as she briefly recounted the event.

Quincy turned grimly in response, never expecting Norman, his longtime good friend, to be such a person. Spoil your son, whatever, but you can’t ignore your daughter’s life, can you?! What, you allow your son to belabor your daughter right as he returns?! What father does this?!

“Alright, come with me. Let me see how serious Olivia’s injuries are.”

Olivia’s examination came out. Quincy quickly picked up

took a sharp breath. Olivia’s injuries were

we do next?” A senior orthopedic doctor accompanied Quincy, his task being

assistant because, honestly speaking, he couldn’t handle Olivia’s injuries. It

furrow as he instructed, “Give

he stepped aside and pulled

about to

end, and from his tone, one could

you get your *ss to my hospital right away! I can’t believe you’re still in the mood to

man. While others might not dare to offend the patriarch of

life is hanging by a thread? Both of my daughters are at home just fine!” Norman

his words turned vulgar. Why would I, the esteemed director of Prescott Hospital, a figure renowned in the medical community of Droycore, joke about this with you?

ended the call at once and couldn’t care less about Norman anymore. Plus, the pressing

you’ve really done it this time. This is your blood sister.

broken ribs is positioned near her heart. If we treat her recklessly, it could be life-threatening,” the orthopedic

the limit of my abilities. Let’s hope the director can come

condition, and that was the problem. He didn’t have a good solution either. If only he fully understood ‘The Imperial Acupuncture,’ he might be able to use acupuncture to stimulate certain acupoints to protect Olivia’s heart meridian and proceed with the

slapped his thigh, suddenly remembering Thomas. He might not be able

move around!” Quincy instructed, walking out of the emergency room and dialing Thomas’