I’m Someone Else

Chapter 94

“The Great Shian?” Quincy’s eyes were as wide as saucers. He had disbelief written all over his face.

Shian was a name he knew well as the former was the mythical founder of acupuncture in Droycore. He also knew of “The Imperial Acupuncture”. After all, that was the famous text known to hold all of Shian’s secrets. As for why this book would require an oath to keep it secret?

It was because the book had been destroyed, or so the historians said. Who knew that it would appear in Thomas’ possession?

Thomas handed the book over to Quincy. Then, ignoring Quincy’s shocked stare, he walked over to the bench by the hallway window, sat down, and lit up a cigarette.

Quincy was no longer in a state where he could think about Thomas’ actions as he carefully held ‘The Imperial Acupuncture’ close to his chest and jogged back to his office so that he could read it. If one took a close look at him, one would realize that his hands were shaking in excitement.

Naturally, he knew what he was holding in his arms. Even if he only learned the simplest of all techniques and none of the important skills recorded in the book, he would still be renowned worldwide. In fact, he would be one of the greatest doctors in the entire country!

While he technically was already one of the greatest doctors, his quest for knowledge would never end.

Meanwhile, Chloe finally stirred awake at around 3.00AM.

“Water… Water, please…” she cried out with a cough.

Adam, who had been sitting by her bed the whole night, hurriedly poured her a glass of water.

The entire glass was emptied in two gulps.

It was only then that she looked up. Her face grew paler when she saw her father standing there.

“Dad, w-why are you here? Wait. You got better, right?”

Chloe thought she was dead. She knew that when she was still “alive”, her father was almost done recovering from his illness. She had passed away the evening before he was due to be discharged. Why was he standing here in the same room? Evidently, that meant he had “died” as well. Why would she not be shocked?

The panic on her face made him sigh. “Where else would I be? Your brother’s not around, so we’re the only ones left here. That means I’m the only one who can come and take care of you when you’re sick.”

She looked around the room. “We’re… at the hospital.”

“Yes. Really, child, why didn’t you say you were sick? You worried me to death! All right. I won’t say anything. You focus on your recovery first. I’ll call for a doctor to check you over and make sure you’re not suffering from any side effects.”

He then walked out of the room.

Chloe was confused. Why was she in the hospital ward? Logically speaking, she should be dead. Did she not die? That was impossible. She knew her diagnosis was terminal cancer. There was no cure for that.

She carefully examined herself. The exhaustion and pain that constantly plagued her had vanished. She felt much better now.

What on earth was going on? Was she dreaming?

Creak.

The door was pushed open, and Quincy walked in with a few nurses trailing behind him.

Quincy had instructed the nurses to notify him as soon as there was an update on Chloe’s condition.

“You’re awake! You really gave us all a fright,” Dr. Hofstead teased with a playful grin on his face. He did not act like someone who was in charge of the entire hospital.

As Chloe was still lost in her thoughts, she did not hear what he said.

He did not mind it, however. Instead, he began instructing his team to bring her to be tested and scanned so that he could personally oversee her checks.

On one hand, she was important enough that Thomas would save her using the Blood of the Blazing Sun. Thus, they must be close. That meant Quincy needed to ensure Chloe was completely fine. On the other hand, Quincy himself was curious about just how powerful the mystical blood type truly was. Could it cure someone of their terminal cancer and give them a normal life?

The tests went on for over an hour before Chloe was finally returned to her ward. Quincy was in the room as well, flipping through a clipboard of test results a nurse had handed to him.

“How is my daughter, doctor?” Adam asked.

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While Quincy had been mentally ready for the results, he could not suppress his excitement. “You’re cured. You’re really cured. Congratulations, Miss. The tests show that you are as healthy as a human can be. You can be discharged along with your father in the morning. Go enjoy your life out there.”

“What?!”

Chloe blinked hard. “I’m cured?”

“Yes!” Quincy replied.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you, doctor!” Adam cried out.

“Help me up, Dad!”

With a nod, Adam helped Chloe to her feet and the two moved to thank Quincy.

“No, no! It’s fine!” Quincy hurriedly said, stopping them.

“Thank you so very much! Otherwise, I’ll be burying my daughter today,” Adam blurted out.

However, Quincy would not dare take credit for something he had not done. He swiftly replied with an explanation, “I’m not amazing. It is Thomas Clifford who saved the young lady’s life.”

He was not a fool. He knew what would happen to Thomas if word of Thomas’ blood spread. Thus, he could only gloss over the process by simply saying Thomas had saved Chloe.

“Thomas?” Chloe was stunned.

She never imagined Thomas could possibly be skilled in that way.

Adam slapped himself on the forehead. Quincy had told him earlier that day outside the operating theater that Chloe’s savior was actually Thomas Clifford. He had been so overwhelmed by her recovery that he had forgotten about that information.

Just then, Thomas walked into the room.

He strode over to Chloe and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“I… It was a terminal illness. You’ll only worry about nothing even if I had told you. After all… the only outcome is death. That’s why I…”

She was stammering out of guilt.

He shook his head. “Silly girl. No one can take your life away without my permission, not even the grim reaper himself! Alright. Rest well. I’ll drive you home in the morning. Remember. No matter what problems you face in the future, tell me. Got it?”

His last sentences had fallen on deaf ears. All she could think about was his declaration. Not even the grim reaper could steal her away from him…

In her mind, Thomas was like a god; strong and powerful beyond understanding.

“You and Chloe should sleep, sir. I’ll be outside, smoking,” Thomas eventually said to Adam.

As Thomas walked out of the room, Chloe stared after him with tears streaming from her beautiful eyes.

Thomas looked so much like Zachary just then.

“Thank you, brother.”