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.

“Thomas, how confident are you?” Rochka asked with a serious expression. It was understandable that he was nervous about
the outcome. He is our last hope; if he fails, the Essence Fruit will be out of reach for anyone.
However, Thomas shook his head and replied, “I have to meet that person to find out.” Straightening his clothes with resolve, he
ascended the stairs without a hint of hesitation.
As others had described, a chilling sensation enveloped anyone who entered the room. The floor, tables, chairs, and benches
were all crafted from ice, creating an 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 examination, a faint white mist emanated from its surface.
It was a result of the young man’s elevated body temperature, causing the ice to evaporate before it could even melt.
Inside the bedroom, three individuals were present. Alongside 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
possessed white hair, yet his countenance exuded a youthful vigor, accompanied by a hint of an otherworldly aura.
“Hmm!”
As Thomas entered the room, the old man and the icy beauty sighed 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 a young person like him were considerably low.
Nevertheless, Thomas paid no attention to the two of them and walked straight to the side of the ice bed, wanting to observe the
young man.
Whoosh!
A wave of invisible heat seemed to radiate from the young man, washing over Thomas and causing him to instinctively take a
step back, feeling its intensity upon his face.
“You may leave now!” 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 in the commotion without any real expertise or solution.
“Leave?” Thomas glanced at her. “If I leave, he won’t be saved.”
“It’s not that I look down on you, but you’re incapable of approaching my brother. How can you treat him? Don’t waste everyone’s
time. Please leave.”

Then, he shook his head, raised his hand, and forcefully mobilized the internal energy in his elixir field. He extended two fingers
and placed them on the young man’s wrist.
“Huh?”
When the icy beauty and the elderly man saw this, they were slightly stunned. “Peak of Profound Tier One!”
They recognized Thomas’ strength as there were hardly any experts at the Profound level in the city, so they wondered if this
young man was from 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 Profound level at such a young age. It just doesn’t make sense! After that, the
elderly man and the icy beauty exchanged meaningful glances, their eyes reflecting a rekindled flame of hope. At that moment,
they allowed themselves to entertain the possibility that this extraordinary young man could bring about an unexpected and
delightful surprise.
“You—” At some point, the icy beauty walked over to Thomas’ side. Her brows furrowed as she stared intently at him.
“Do you know me?” Thomas asked, having just examined the young 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 her.
“Thomas Clifford!” The icy beauty 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
basketball court in their school days.
She had initially wanted to seek revenge, but after inquiring around, she found 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 of Technology.
Instead, he enlisted in the military.
Harry Yves inquired, “Do you know him, Jenna?”
Jenna Yves nodded in response. “Back when I attended Irieson First High, he was the one who hit me with a basketball!”
After hearing the conversation between the two, Thomas’ memory instantly clicked into place. “Jenna Yves!” he exclaimed, finally
recognizing her.

Undoubtedly, she was the indisputable school belle of Irieson First High. During their school days, many male students held her
in high admiration. While Felice was also considered attractive, she simply couldn’t hold a candle to Jenna’s captivating
presence.
“Do you remember me now? You haven’t apologized to me for that day. You just picked up the ball and ran away.”
“Um—” Thomas scratched his head awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
“Did you finish your military service?”
“Yeah.”
“I remember you dated that girl called Felice Lott, didn’t you? How are you two? Are you two married now?” Jenna suddenly
became gossipy.
Nonetheless, he was unwilling to delve into the topic of Felice or hear her name, so he swiftly redirected the conversation. “Let’s
stay focused on the matter at hand. I’ve heard rumors about the Essence Fruit’s ability to enhance the internal strength of martial
artists. Is there any truth to that?”
After hearing this, Jenna and her grandfather, Harry, exchanged glances and nodded.
“Your family has more than one Essence Fruit, don’t you?”
As the two heard Thomas’ statement, their expressions changed. They questioned what he meant by that. Thomas hadn’t even
cured the illness yet, and here he was, seemingly attempting to negotiate or raise the price. Their suspicions arose, questioning
why he would inquire about the quantity of Essence Fruits they possessed.