At that moment, no one had expected anything like this to happen so suddenly.
The head nurse and several young nurses nearby rushed over, their faces deathly pale, to help him up. But before they could even touch him, the young man pitched forward again, his face contorted in pain as another violent bout of vomiting struck him.
And this time, it was far worse than before.
What he vomited up was no longer the thick blood of his previous fit, but a mass of tiny chunks of flesh and decaying organ tissue mixed with mucus.
"Ahhh!!"
One of the nurses clapped a hand over her mouth in horror.
They saw countless long, wirelike worms crawling through the rotten chunks of flesh and organ tissue he had vomited up. Their bodies twisted and writhed as they crawled ceaselessly through the vomit.
"What's wrong with you?! Are you all right?!"
The nurses around him all backed away, their faces pale. Even they had never seen anything like this before.
"I... I'm fine..."
He raised both hands and pressed them hard against his face, his ten fingers reddening as he pushed against his forehead, seemingly oblivious to the abnormalities in his vomit.
He murmured in pain:
"Maybe I... ran too fast... Doctor... please, I'm begging you to save my father. I'll pay the hospital bills and surgery fees, I promise... I can work two jobs every day, and take a part-time job at a bar at night... Father wanted me to focus on my studies, but I dropped out a long time ago without telling him... I just wanted to earn more money to cure him..."
"So please, I'm begging you... save him... I... I..."
Before he could finish, he violently vomited again. Vast quantities of thick fluid and worm eggs poured