I’m Someone Else

“Damn it! I have never heard of such a bizarre illness in my whole life!” Raymond shook his head and sighed. He had already gone to check it out, but the result was simply helpless.

Meanwhile, Thomas keenly observed the reactions of Raymond and others who had performed the medical consultation. Each one returned with a distinct expression of disappointment and frustration etched upon their faces. It occurred to him that the other party was willing to offer the rare Essence Fruit as compensation because the disease they were dealing with proved exceptionally challenging to treat!

Twenty minutes later, Chris returned with a solemn expression on his face. His facial expression left no room for doubt—he had failed in his endeavor.

A chuckle escaped Kim’s lips as he said, “It seems quite challenging. Let me give it a try.” Despite his optimistic approach, his eventual outcome mirrored Chris’ as both returned empty-handed.

“What’s happening inside?” Thomas grew curious. What kind of illness is it that can possibly make so many skilled individuals powerless?

“The room upstairs is a remodeled ice cellar. Even the bed on which the person lies is crafted from ice blocks. I would estimate that the temperature inside the room reaches around -40 degrees Fahrenheit,” Chris explained.

Then, Kim continued on Chris’ behalf, “What’s truly baffling is that despite the person’s extraordinarily high body temperature, there are no visible issues with their skin or organs. It defies logic. If an average individual possessed such a high body temperature, they would have succumbed to it by now. Yet, this young man remains in an unconscious state.”

“An unusually high body temperature?” Thomas questioned.

“Yes. Look at my fingers!” Chris extended two fingers and showed them to him.

“Are those… blisters from the burn?” Thomas was shocked. He got a blister from a mere contact! Could that person still be considered human? As he narrowed his eyes, he carefully contemplated the amalgamation of the extremely high body temperature, the unconscious state, and the absence of other typical symptoms. Although suspicion brewed within him, he hesitated to fully embrace his hypothesis, uncertain if his intuition would prove accurate.

Afterward, everyone turned to stare at him, as he was the only one who hadn’t yet entered the room.

confident are you?” Rochka asked with a serious expression. It was understandable that he was nervous about the outcome. He is our last

meet that person to find

otherworldly ambiance akin to stepping into a realm of snow. The ice bed within the bedroom stood out prominently, drawing anyone’s attention. On closer

the unconscious young man on the sickbed stood the familiar icy beauty he had encountered earlier. Also, standing beside her was an elderly man clad in a martial arts uniform. The old man

“Hmm!”

deeply. Their expressions revealed a mixture of disappointment and skepticism. To them, Thomas appeared too young and inexperienced. With all the renowned experts failing to find a solution, their expectations for

straight

Whoosh!

heat seemed to radiate from the young man, washing over Thomas and causing him to instinctively take a step back, feeling its intensity

While observing his reaction, the icy beauty promptly commanded him to leave. Clearly, if he cannot withstand the heat emanating from my brother, he cannot provide the required treatment. This young man appears to have arrived to participate

glanced at her. “If I leave,

I look down on you, but you’re incapable of approaching my brother. How

his head, raised his hand, and forcefully mobilized the internal energy in his elixir field. He

“Huh?”

saw this, they were slightly stunned.

a hidden sect. This is impossible, though, as he appears to be in his twenties. Even if he were a disciple of a hidden sect, he couldn’t have attained the

icy beauty walked over to Thomas’ side. Her brows furrowed as she stared

man’s pulse, his expression confused as he looked at the icy beauty. Logically speaking, given her striking appearance, he would surely remember if he had encountered her. Yet, try as he might, he couldn’t recall ever crossing paths with

finally remembered. She used to attend Irieson First High in the same year as him. A memory resurfaced, reminding her of an incident where she had been accidentally struck by his basketball while passing by the

out that the person who had hit her with the ball was the top scorer on the SAT(s), but he had resolutely rejected the admission offer from Irieson’s University