"Hup!" Frank barked as he smacked his palm on George's chest, and a stream of green-black blood shot out like a geyser.

"Argh!!!"

George screamed but soon relaxed as more blood gushed out.

Frank then leveled an impassive look at Professor Roberts. "Your serum is an antibiotic. The earwig eggs inside reacted to it by hatching, and the larvae are now invading Mr. Turnbull's internal organs."

His blunt words yanked Professor Roberts out of his shock, and he turned in disbelief toward Frank. "How did you—"

"I do stay in touch with foreign medical developments," Frank replied quietly. "I just don't use them because they're less effective."

Eventually, the blood flowing out of George's chest turned red, and Frank tapped his body twice to seal the bleeding artery.

"Hup!" he bellowed and slammed his palm on the old man's chest.

"Bleurgh!" George coughed out a mouthful of viscous black blood.

"Frank Lawrence!"

"Whippersnapper!"

there to help, not to mention that he was the only person who would do something

Glen was worried

was done playing

said icily, "Come on, stop me if you

Turnbull to die."

Glen snapped, his

hopes on Professor Roberts, but the

could only put

under his breath, nodding to

but common earwigs could not even hope to

infected a person starting from the innards. Every

that meant a hundred times the pain of being infected by

George served as a catalyst that energized the

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