Inside the newly expanded emergency ward of Taichu Sanctuary Clinic, the air smelled sharply of medicinal alcohol, burning incense, and ozone.
Dr. Gu Qinghe hovered over the titanium surgical bed, his silver-rimmed glasses glowing with diagnostic runes.
With surgical precision, Dr. Gu pressed a magnetic silver extraction probe against the swollen purple vein in Jiang Fan’s neck.
ZAP!
A low-frequency pulse of silver energy rippled beneath the youth’s skin.
A hideous, high-pitched screech echoed from within Jiang Fan’s throat.
Slowly, inexorably, Dr. Gu drew the probe backward.
Clinging to the magnetized tip of the needle was a writhing, two-inch long, multi-legged black insect: a Demonic Corpse-Centipede.
