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.”

examination came out. Quincy quickly picked up

breath. Olivia’s injuries were even more severe than he had

we do next?” A senior orthopedic doctor accompanied Quincy, his task being to assist the director during Olivia’s

just an assistant because, honestly speaking, he couldn’t handle Olivia’s injuries. It was clear to him

brows into a tight furrow as he instructed, “Give Olivia

stepped aside and pulled

just about to ask you to

from Norman’s end, and from his tone, one could tell he had been drinking quite

in the mood to drink!” 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 have a f*cking shred

others might not dare to offend the patriarch of

my daughters are at home just fine!” Norman

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? I, for one, find this embarrassing if

the call at once and couldn’t care less about Norman anymore. Plus, the pressing matter was to figure out a

oh Gavin, you’ve really done it this time. This is your blood

of Miss Pearson’s broken ribs is positioned near her heart. If we treat her recklessly, it could be

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

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 next steps

could I have forgotten about him!” Quincy slapped his thigh, suddenly remembering Thomas. He might not be able to do it, but Thomas certainly could!

keep an eye on Olivia and make sure she doesn’t move around!” Quincy instructed, walking out of the emergency room and