I’m Someone Else

Chapter 118

The attack was sudden, and the killers didn’t hesitate for a moment when they attacked. If Thomas hadn’t moved fast enough, he would have been dead by now. Panicked, Olivia fumbled for her phone and called 911. The ambulance came only after twenty minutes. Olivia was holding Thomas’ hands, crying uncontrollably.

Thomas was taken to the hospital, and Olivia waited outside. Quincy himself was operating on Thomas, and when he saw the wound on Thomas’ back, he was shocked. The wound had blackened, and the blood seeping out of it was green. He’s poisoned. When he was told that Thomas was hurt, Quincy couldn’t believe it. Thomas could easily defeat Blake and Terrence, so no one should’ve been able to hurt him. However, if he’s poisoned, then it’s possible.

Quincy bandaged all the wounds in an hour. Fortunately, Thomas was strong enough and his organs weren’t hurt, but the poison was proving to be a problem. Even a celebrated doctor like Quincy couldn’t figure out what kind of poison this was. Left with no choice, he told someone to take a sample and get it analyzed.

A crying Olivia asked, “Is he alright, Mr. Quincy?”

“Tell me what happened.”

Olivia told him the events that transpired, and Quincy gasped. I expected no less from him. He reacted fast enough to get out of that situation and survived it. Anyone else would’ve been dead. He patted Olivia’s shoulder. “It’s alright. Don’t cry.”

If my assessment is correct, the poison won’t be lethal until six hours later. I have six hours to find out how to heal him. He quickly went to the lab, and the doctor inside handed him the report. Resigned, he said, “We can’t figure out what kind of poison this is, sir.”

“You can’t?”

“Yes. We thought something was wrong with the results at first, so we analyzed it again, but we still couldn’t find out what kind of poison this is. We ran the test three times.”

Quincy inhaled sharply. What the hell kind of poison is this? Not even our machines could figure out its components. How much must the enemy hate him? He left the lab and called Samuel. “Mr. Peralta, I’m in a pickle and I need your help.” He knows a lot about alternative medicine. He might recognize this poison.

“Of course, Mr. Hofstead. What do you need my help with?” Samuel smiled. Quincy was incredibly famous in the city, and he almost never asked anyone for help, only the other way around. This is an honor.

“You should come over to the hospital.”

“Sure.” Samuel hung up, got changed, and hitched a ride to the hospital.

Olivia was in the ward sitting beside Thomas’ bed, and she was a mess of tears. “You dummy. Why did you shield me? If you hadn’t done that, you wouldn’t have been hurt so badly.”

Quincy stood at the doorway, staring at the crying Olivia, and he felt conflicted. She can’t have fallen in love with him, can she? But the look in her eyes can’t lie. This is bad. If they fall in love with each other, there’s only hell waiting for them ahead.

While Quincy was deep in his thoughts, William and Samuel arrived.

“What seems to be the matter, Mr. Hofstead?”

“You’re finally here, Mr. Peralta. Can you figure out what kind of poison is this?” Quincy quickly took out the report and the bandage covered in Thomas’ blood. He has six hours to live. If we can’t heal him, he’ll be in danger.

Samuel took a look and smiled bitterly. I have no idea what kind of poison this is either.

“Do you recognize this, Mr. Peralta?” asked Quincy quickly. The more time they wasted, the more danger Thomas would be in.

“Sorry, Mr. Hofstead, but I don’t recognize this poison.”

Quincy sighed. What should I do? If we can’t figure out what poison this is, we can’t save him. He crouched down and pulled at his hair in frustration.

William and Samuel exchanged a look, and they wondered if it was Quincy’s family being poisoned. No reason for him to look so in pain otherwise.

“Who’s the patient, Mr. Hofstead?”

“Thomas.”

“What?”

Samuel and William rushed into the ward, and they saw Thomas right away. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Thomas!” How did he get poisoned? He shouldn’t have been. “Who did this, Mr. Hofstead? How did he get poisoned?” William looked worried.

“Don’t—” Quincy tried to stop him from saying it out loud, but it was too late as Olivia already heard it. She froze in confusion. “He’s poisoned? But how?” I thought he was just hurt. Why are they saying that he’s poisoned?

Quincy looked at Olivia with concern. “It’s alright. He’s not in any danger, so don’t worry.” Oh my God, her eyes are puffy. She must’ve cried a lot. If she keeps this up, she’ll go blind. I should’ve told them to keep quiet, but it’s too late now.

“William, call Sean and tell them what happened,” Samuel said. We need more help with this. I hope my old friend recognizes this poison.

John and Sean came to the hospital in a hurry, and they looked nervous when they arrived. If anyone else had told them that Thomas was poisoned, they would have cursed them without missing a beat, but not if the one who told them was William.

John tried his best to figure things out, but in the end, he could only shake his head with a sigh. He had never seen this kind of poison before either.

“You have to help him, Grandpa!” Sean was angry and nervous. He wanted to save Thomas right away, and at the same time, he wanted the culprit to pay the price.