My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 708

Mireille responded lazily with a hum, not bothering to look at Fanny.

Fanny was still where she stood, stunned. Did he just call her unsightly and a troublemaker? He was Brian Tanner’s grandmaster. He possessed extraordinary medical skills but refused to save a patient’s life earlier. Where did he get the nerve to insult her?

Moreover, he had taken away the syringe and the white mouse from her. Was he afraid she would challenge him by using them for her experiment? If he was so afraid of that happening, she was going to give him a show for sure!

Fanny took another syringe from the drawer and carefully drew the drop of blood she accidentally dripped onto the chair earlier.

Outside, Nash spent about ten minutes examining Atlas’ condition before discovering that Atlas was a martial artist in the early stage of the Profound Reality Realm.

Surprisingly, he had over 30 types of toxins in his body, includin naturally occurring pyretic and antipyretic toxins in the human There were also various other poisons. Nash even suspected that guy was a poison enthusiast.

He likely experimented with different antidotes and consumed the legendary Seven-Starred Begonia. It was likely he attempted to use his inner energy to expel the toxins, but that only accelerated the effects of the poison. However, this was just Nash’s initial assessment.

to carry out dry needling treatment on Atlas. Then, he wrote a prescription for Old Donald.

at the prescription, his expression changing slightly. “Uh… There are a few ingredients here that I don’t have in my shop.”

casually remarked, “Can’t you think of

said, “Think of how to get the ingredients. Don’t worry

replied, “It’s not about the money. Iron Pear Root, Thousand Autumn Vine, Bodhi Pine Nuts… Only Tanner Group Pharmacy has these.”

Donald looked at Mireille awkwardly and continued, I got into a fight with Brian at a medical symposium, and we haven’t had any contact

mentioned it. You and Old Lucius from the People’s

were the ones who cornered us. How

conflict, do you still want to save this person?” Nash glanced indifferently at Old

Mireille, saying, “Ms. Tanner, how

are missing. I’ll have my grandfather send them