The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Olive caught Elvis’ pulse.

In fact, looking at his current displeasure, she guessed that it was the result of drawing The Amba ssador’s sword at the time. Currently, heart failure is still a major problem that medicine can’t overcome, and there is no cure.

Elvis’ pulse was weak and chaotic just as she had expected, but just then, her slender white fingers stopped, revealing a surprised expression.

She suddenly raised her head to look at him and asked, “Mr. Augustine, did you take any strong medicine?

Elvis slowly raised his thin lips: “Yes.”

“This powerful medicine used to work to cure your heart failure, but clearly, stopping treatment midway made your backlash faster.”

Elvis nodded, “That’s right, someone once gave me a powerful medicine as a gift, but the treatment was accidentally interrupted, and then I was saved by Raven. Those medical professors only dissected this powerful medicine. It can save my life, but no one can analyze the ultimate formula of that magic potion.”

Olive’s eyes lit up. She asked. “Who is that person? Mr. Augustine, who is the person who that powerful medicine? Just… as long as we find him, you will be saved!”

gave you

“Moreover, heart failure is still a big mystery that is difficult to solve. Who is that person? How can he overcome this mystery so well?”

Elvis looked at Olive. She is a doctor, too. At this moment, her clear eyes shone like bright gems and filled with light.

He gently shook his head: “Olive, that person… is no longer here. He passed away a few months ago.”

What?

She was stunned.

Elvis slowly took out something and handed it over: “Olive, this is for you.”

What is this?

Olive is a doctor. She lowered her eyes and quickly realized that this was… a medical manual

long time, but the cover is clean and

handbook was very… familiar. It seemed like she had seen it somewhere, even…

pale, she looked at

he is.” He spoke softly. The room is now so quiet that Olive can hear her own

you dare? Elvis knew she had guessed most of

notebook, slowly shook her head, and retracted her hand, “I feel

up

He really loves

reached out and

struggled to escape his grip. “Mr. Augustine, let me go! I don’t want to

at her. Her transparent pupils gradually turned

inside.

at him pleadingly.

left this for you. You have to read it.” He took her cold little hand and placed it on

could only reach out her hand, her

she saw familiar

like who they are. Marvin’s handwriting is clear

the medical handbook, no longer having the courage to read

anymore.

Her eyes were burning hot as if a

fell in the next

whole body went limp, falling onto the soft wool

already guessed

a medical problem as heart failure would definitely be elegant. When it came to being elegant,

But..

shouldn’t

at Olive who was sobbing, and gently said:

her face full of tears, and her eyes blurred. “Why….

do you think… drew The Amba ssador’s sword for