“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.
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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 20 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 cab.
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 nkly, 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
cirction, 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 ced a band-aid on his own wrist and then went back
to As’ bed. Sitting on a chair, he continued administering the needles.
Old Donald quickly instructed the store staff to fetch anesthesia and painkillers. Pale and weak, Fanny
said, “Grandpa, I… I don’t want pain. relief.” She had realized her mistake. Only bymitting 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 find an excuse tofort 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 wasforting 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 tofort her. To avo worrying her grandfather, she forced a smile as well. 30 minutes
“Grandpa,” Mireille greeted.