My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 710

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.

Fanny shook her head blankly, and Nash replied coldly, “It likely harbored the yersinia pestis bacteria and other viruses. The poison from Seven-Starred Begonia amplifies these viruses indefinitely.”

Hearing this, 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.

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

alcohol.”

Old Donald quickly went to get the medical kit. Nash poured alcohol

on Fanny’s hand. The five fingers of her hand trembled slightly, and

the intense pain caused her to grit her teeth.

Nash grasped Fanny’s wrist with his right hand, applying some

pressure to partially block the blood circulation, easing her pain. After

disinfecting her hand with alcohol, he wrapped the bloodied palm in

gauze.

“Find a way to manage the pain yourself!” Nash placed a band-aid on

his own wrist and then went back to Atlas’ bed. Sitting on a chair, he

continued administering the needles.

Old Donald quickly instructed the store staff to fetch anesthesia an

and

painkillers. Pale and weak, Fanny said, “Grandpa, I… I don’t want pain. relief.” She had realized her mistake. Only by committing this pain to memory could she correct her previous bad habits.

“Silly child, why put 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 brows furrowing tightly due to the pain.

After a moment, she lifted her left hand and murmured, “Will my hand. be able to recover to its previous state?”

In truth, she held little hope, but she could not help asking. She feared. she might never marry if she could not get back her hand to the way it

was before.

Old Donald sighed bitterly and was about to replace an excuse to

comfort his granddaughter when Nash’s deep voice sounded behind

them. “It’ll be as good as new in three months.”

Nash was not trying to appease Old Donald or Fanny. His blood possessed powerful regenerative abilities. As long as the bones and shape of her hand were retained, there was a chance it could return to

its original state.

Old Donald thought Nash was comforting his granddaughter and

smiled. “Fanny, did you hear that? Your hand can still recover!”

Fanny saw the forced smile on her grandfather’s face and knew tha

both Nash and her grandfather were trying to comfort her. To avo worrying her grandfather, she forced a smile as well.

30 minutes later, Larry and Brian arrived with the prescribed herbs.

“Grandpa,” Mireille greeted.