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.”

Quincy quickly picked up the X-ray and

sharp breath. Olivia’s injuries were

Hofstead… What should we do next?” A senior orthopedic doctor accompanied

that he was just an assistant because, honestly speaking, he couldn’t handle Olivia’s

he instructed, “Give Olivia some painkillers first

stepped aside and pulled his

to ask you

his tone, one could tell he

Quincy sneered. “Norman Pearson, you get your *ss to my hospital right away! I can’t believe you’re still in the mood to drink when your daughter’s life is hanging by a thread! Do you even

not dare to

a thread? Both of my daughters are at home just fine!” Norman became upset. He

nonsense?! Well, f*ck you!” Quincy was so enraged that 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

care less about Norman anymore.

done it this time. This is

ribs is positioned near her heart. If we treat her recklessly,

I have reached the limit of my abilities. Let’s hope the director can come up with something

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

able to do it, but Thomas certainly could! Plus, he had a good relationship with Olivia. He

doesn’t move around!” Quincy instructed, walking out of the emergency room and