"Dean!"
Dr. Sun, his face covered in scars, clutched three glass jars. He hadn't obeyed the Vice Dean's order to leave. Instead, he hurried toward them.
His eyes were filled with despair and anguish. As he looked at the dying Vice Dean, blood vessels stood out in his eyes, and he seemed on the verge of weeping blood.
Hearing the voice behind him, the Vice Dean slowly turned his head. When he saw Dr. Sun approaching despite the danger, his cold, battered heart gave a sudden beat.
But he quickly recovered. The rotting faces covering his body let out a shrill cry. "Don't come any closer! Get out of here!"
The Vice Dean shouted until his voice gave out, but Dr. Sun ignored him. He seemed to have lost his mind and was ready to fight Chen Ge to the death!
"Dr. Le! Take him away!" The Vice Dean screamed with the last of his strength. He knew that the seven jars were far more important than his own life.
He had already been gravely injured, and now he was distracted as well. The Cursed Girl was nearly tearing him apart; he was barely clinging to life.
But when he saw Dr. Le talk Dr. Sun down and forcibly drag him away, his worries finally eased.
A vicious glint returned to his eyes. The Vice Dean glared at Chen Ge. "Evil Thought! I'll curse you with everything I have! I'll make you suffer ten times, a hundred times worse than I have! I'll make sure you—"
"Vice Dean!"
The familiar voice came again, cutting him off. He turned around without thinking.
Dr. Le stood alone, holding the seven glass jars. The organs inside slammed frantically against the glass, and countless blood threads surged out, clamping around Dr. Le like a