"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!"

in the room had stopped moving since they believed Frank was there to help, not to mention that he was the only person who would do something despite

George's cheeks... but Glen was worried once more as his father coughed

Frank was

said icily, "Come on, stop me if you want Mr. Turnbull to

it!" Glen snapped,

do—he pinned his hopes on Professor Roberts, but the man was

only

Frank muttered under his breath, nodding to himself just

to its name, but common earwigs

infected a person starting from the innards. Every organ would rot and be reduced to pus, which

times the pain of being

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