My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 710

“You can stand up now,” Nash said, helping Old Donald to his feet. He then walked to the nearby bed and grabbed Fanny’s left wrist.

The entire hand was covered in blood blisters, and the skin and tissue.

were melting like ice cream under intense heat. This was the amplified effect caused by the Eremochloa poison.

Nash casually took a dagger from the waist of one of the burly men nearby and cut his wrist, crimson blood gushing out freely. Lifting his

wrist, he let his blood drip onto Fanny’s palm.

There was a sizzling sound as the blood made contact with the melting hand. It emitted a pungent white smoke.

The highly toxic fusion of Seven-Starred Begonia and Eremochloa was temporarily beyond Nash’s control. Therefore, he could only use his SL-type blood to manage the toxin. It was Nash’s first time using his blood to heal someone, especially someone he disliked.

Fanny gradually calmed down. She never expected this man to use his own blood to save her, and she definitely did not expect the

miraculous effects of his blood.

Nash used nearly 200cc of blood to barely bring her corroding hand under control. Then, he made a cut on Fanny’s hand and collected her blood in a medicinal bowl he grabbed from the nearby cabinet.

The blood from Fanny’s hand was mixed with a thick liquid as it dripped into the bowl, bubbling and foaming.

“Do you know why I took away the mouse?” Nash asked in a detached

tone.

pestis bacteria and other viruses. The

already pale face turned even paler. If the viruses were amplified, the consequences

tearful Old Donald. “Bring

alcohol.”

went to get the

The five fingers of her hand trembled

pain caused her to grit

his right

partially block the blood circulation, easing her pain. After

alcohol, he wrapped the bloodied palm

gauze.

manage the pain yourself!” Nash

then went back to Atlas’ bed. Sitting on a chair, he

the

quickly instructed the store staff to fetch anesthesia an

and

realized her mistake. Only by committing this pain to memory could she correct her previous bad

as he gently brushed Fanny’s hair away

hand and murmured, “Will my hand. be able to

asking. She feared. she might never marry if she could not get back