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.

“It likely harbored the yersinia pestis bacteria and other

even paler. If the viruses were amplified, the consequences would have been unimaginable. She had narrowly avoided a major

to the tearful Old Donald. “Bring me some gauze and

alcohol.”

get the medical kit.

five fingers of her hand trembled slightly,

pain caused her to grit

Fanny’s wrist with his right

to partially block the blood circulation,

alcohol, he

gauze.

way to manage the pain yourself!” Nash

and then went back to Atlas’ bed. Sitting

the needles.

quickly instructed the store staff to

and

I don’t want pain. relief.” She had realized her mistake. Only by committing this pain to memory could she

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

lifted her left hand and murmured, “Will my

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