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.

the yersinia pestis bacteria and

Fanny’s already pale face turned even paler. If the viruses were amplified, the consequences would have been unimaginable. She had narrowly avoided a major mistake.

tearful Old Donald. “Bring me some

alcohol.”

Donald quickly went to get the medical

five fingers of her

pain caused her

Fanny’s wrist with his right hand, applying some

block the blood circulation, easing her

alcohol, he wrapped

gauze.

the pain yourself!”

and then went back to Atlas’ bed. Sitting on a

the

the store staff to fetch anesthesia an

and

weak, Fanny said, “Grandpa, I… I don’t want pain. relief.” She had realized her mistake. Only by committing this pain

yourself through this?” Old Donald felt his heart. break as he gently brushed Fanny’s hair away from her forehead. Fanny closed her eyes, her

“Will my hand. be able to recover to its previous state?”

little hope, but she could not help asking. She feared. she might never marry if she could not get back