“What?! Impossible… Impossible…”
Professor Roberts was gaping, shaking his head and clearly not expecting that to happen to George.
Even as he quickly rummaged through his briefcase, Glen asked urgently, “Professor Roberts? What’s happening to my father?”
“I don’t know… It’s the latest serum our team developed, and it should kill the parasites, but not this…”
Professor Roberts panickedly shoved a yellow tube into the syringe and shouted, “Get over here! Hold him down!”
At Professor Roberts’s call, Glen quickly beckoned for the retainers encircling Frank to hold George down even as he convulsed.
“Keep him steady!” Professor Roberts shouted even as he wiped the sweat off his brow and injected the yellow serum into George.
“Urgh…” George finally turned still and stopped convulsing or foaming black blood from his mouth.
“Phew…”
Professor Roberts sighed, before wheeling on Frank, glaring as he bellowed, “It’s all his fault! He interfered with my treatment! Feeding a patient some unknown rubbish?! His body wouldn’t have rejected medication if not for that!”
Everyone turned toward Frank at Professor Roberts’ accusation, and Glen even glared at him spitefully.
However, before he could give the order for his retainers to take Frank, George started convulsing again, even more violently this time.
To make things worse, he was coughing out pieces of his own innards, and its pungent stink left everyone pinching their noses!
“Argh!!!”
Another blood-curdling scream resounded in the room as George clawed at his own chest, as if to kill himself just to spare himself the agony.
“What? Why…” Professor Roberts was left dumbstruck, at a loss for what to do.
“What are you doing?! Don’t just stand there!” Glen yelled. “Help him!”
“Get a grip!” Titus strode up to Professor Roberts as well, snapping under his breath. “Do something!”
But Professor Roberts was so stunned he kept muttering to himself, “But the yellow serum was supposed to counteract the antidote. Why is he getting even worse? Was the antidote the problem in the first place? Is the patient’s body rejecting it?!”
Everyone was left stumped at that point.
After all that drama, it turned out that Frank was innocent?
In fact, George was now suffering so much he would rather die was all because of Professor Roberts’ serum?!
“Move.” Frank strode up just then.
“What… What do you think you’re doing, Frank Lawrence?!”
“Get out! Stop bothering us!”
Both Glen and Kendra yelled at the same time.
Frank, however, ignored them as he made a beeline for George.
His needles that were hidden near his fingers were already on George’s chest vessels, piercing a tiny cavity with precision.
