Ben sat in his hospital room, running his hands over the Ice-Pack Garment covering his chest and back.
As long as he did not get too emotional, the specially made garment could keep his body temperature stable for about an hour.
At night, someone was assigned to replace his ice packs while he slept.
Ben had almost grown used to resting this way, but he still could not get used to being bedridden.
He quietly moved an ice pack aside.
Within seconds, his chest began to burn and itch, frightening him into immediately cooling it again.
"Ah..."
He sighed. He simply could not control it.
People assigned specifically to protect him now stood outside his room at all times. Ben understood that he was special now, so he tried his best to cooperate.
As the father of a four-year-old, he hoped he could return to a normal life.
Did this even count as a superpower?
He felt little of the excitement he used to get from watching popcorn movies.
Gaining extraordinary powers was naturally a good thing, but in his current state, he could not control them at all. Even if he went home and hugged his daughter, what if he happened to lose control?
He now truly understood what his father had told him before his daughter was born.
"You'll only understand what responsibility means once you become a father!"
Now, Ben would rather give up this practically useless ability in exchange for a normal life with his family.
Knock, knock, knock.
After knocking a few times, Aiven came in.
"How are you feeling?"
His attitude toward Ben had hardly changed. He simply did his best to fulfill his duties as a doctor.
Ben could feel that. Compared with the government workers who came every day to show their