Chapter 756
Chapter 756 Blood Transfusion
At this point, Bailey gave a mysterious smile and pulled out the notes left by her master from a pile of
documents, handing them to him.
“Unless you can guess what''s on my mind, I''ve already found the antidote from these notes. If you can
guess what I''m thinking, I''ll forgive you. Otherwise... you can keep trying to appease me.”
Artemis took the documents from her hands and began to read through them with his head lowered.
Bailey supported him as they walked toward the couch on the side.
After he sat down, she crouched before him and reached out to pull up his pant leg. Artemis wanted to
dodge but stopped after noticing her indifferent gaze.
All right, then. My wife is a bit fierce, so I''ll back off.
After ensuring he behaved, Bailey continued with what she was doing. As she rolled up his pant leg,
she saw his bruised knee and couldn''t help but feel a pang of sympathy.
She couldn''t help but scold him, “Why did you use so much force when kneeling? Look at what you''ve
done to your knee!” After saying that, she stood up and walked toward the shelf.
“I''ll apply some bruise cream for you. Just stay still and don''t move around.”
Artemis let her do what she wanted, focusing wholeheartedly on studying the materials in his hand.
His eyes flickered slightly when he saw Grandmaster Maerlus'' exnation about Soul Reaper. Two-
thirds of the toxins were in their blood, while only one-third were in the cells.
In other words, as long as two-thirds of the blood was removed, it would be much easier to care for the
remaining one-third of the cells. However, there was still the question of removing the toxins from the
blood.
In the blink of an eye, he already had an idea. However, he was unsure if what he thought was
consistent with what Bailey had in mind.
Bailey took out a bruise cream from the medicine box and applied it in a circle around his knee. Then,
she looked up at him. Seeing him having a smile in his eyes and an air of confidence, she couldn''t help
but smile as well.
“Have you thought of it?”
“Yes. I''ve thought of it.”
“Tell me about it. If it''s what I''m thinking, I''ll forgive you.” Artemis smiled faintly. Reaching out to pull her
up, he let her sit on hisp.
“Blood transfusion, right?” Since two-thirds of the toxins were concentrated in the blood, a blood
transfusion would solve the problem directly.
This method was simple, straightforward, yet brutal. After all, there might be an ident while
extracting blood from his body, which could lead to excessive blood loss and death from shock.
However, it could be a way for him to live if he could endure it.
Having neutralized two-thirds of the poison in his blood, he believed that Bailey and Cameron should
be able to eliminate the remaining one-third.
Even if it cannot be neutralized, counteracting the poison with the toxin could still exterminate the
toxins. The smile in Bailey''s eyes grew noticeable.
We indeed share the same thoughts and are on the same wavelength.
However, she had no intention of letting him off so easily. While secretly delighted in her heart, her
expression was indifferent and aloof.
“No. What I''m thinking is different from what you''re thinking. You guessed wrong, so I can''t forgive you
yet. Keep trying to appease me.”
Artemis was rendered speechless. Artemis knew she was being mischievous, but he still cooperatively
rubbed his forehead.
“It seems I still need to learn how to woo a woman. How about I use the ancient method of asking for
forgiveness by bearing thorns on my chest?”
Bailey snorted indifferently twice, then pointed at her own face. Artemis understood and leaned in to
gently kiss her cheek. Bailey''s eyes were filled with joy.
As long as she was with him, she was no longer afraid of death.
On the contrary, living turned into her greatest fear and nightmare. Artemis turned over and pressed
her down, leaning close to her ear and whispered, “I can still love and cherish you deeply.” Bailey''s
heart skipped a beat.
You''re already poisoned and are super weak. However, you still don''t know how to restrain yourself.
“Take it easy. Your body can''t handle too much stress. Intense emotions can speed up your blood
cirction.”
“Okay...”
In the cozy and romantic atmosphere inside the room, they passionately loved each other under each
other''s gaze.
No matter the oue, their hearts had found peace in one ce that transcended life and death.
“Artemis, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Meanwhile, in the garden of Holden''s house, Shannon was pruning the flower branches with Dawn.
“Mother, you seem very happy. Is it because Mrs. Luther has regained her memory and returned to
Tarragon?”
Dawn was a very well-behaved, understanding, and considerate child with an intricate mind. Thus,
Shannon really liked her.
“Yeah. I''m thrilled. You might find it strange, considering I''m still so excited that she''s returning to face
death. I guess I''m a bit silly.”
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Dawn reached out and wrapped her arms around her waist, looking up at her.
“But Mrs. Luther is pleased. You two are close friends. When she''s happy, you''ll be happy too. Perhaps
in your understanding, someone like Mrs. Luther should die in glory rather than living like a dazed
zombie.”
Shannon reached out and rubbed her head, smiling.
“That''s right. When I think about her living like a puppet in the future, I can''t help but want to cry. Rather
than that, it would be better to die alongside one''s beloved and be a dead couple together. It''s a
far better choice than being left alone, one dead and another living on. It''s truly cruel for those who love
each other so profoundly.”
Dawn was about to speak when she caught a glimpse of a slender figure entering the garden from the
corner of her eye. Subconsciously, she let go of Shannon''s waist and nervously stepped aside.
Shannon frowned slightly and followed her gaze. When she saw Micah walking toward them, her
expression immediately darkened.
Didn''t I already make it very clear to him? Why does he keep persisting relentlessly? Could it be that he
would only let me off the hook after forcing me to leave Tarragon?
“M-Mr. Neyman,” Dawn called out with a trembling voice.
Micah''s gaze fell on the young girl, his gaze gentle as he looked at her. A hint of surprise shed in
Dawn''s eyes. Dawn knew Micah wasn''t showing such a gentle smile because she was young.
On the training ground, many children her age had their arms bitten off by crocodiles and wolves.
However, Micah didn''t care, standing aloof with his hands behind his back as he watched indifferently
and heartlessly.
Perhaps only in front of Dawn''s foster mother would he reveal such a tender side beneath his powerful
exterior. Dawn benefited from her foster mother being around.
“Mother, I still need an IV drip, so I''m heading back to the infirmary.”
Shannon nodded and instructed the maid beside her, “Take good care of Ms. Dawn. If I find out you all
had neglected her, you''d better consider whether your head is strong enough to stay on your neck.”
“Yes. Of course.” After watching everyone leave the courtyard, Shannon finally turned her gaze to
Micah.
“Is there something you want to say?”
Micah remained silent, takingrge strides forward. Suddenly, he reached out and wrapped his arm
around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. Shannon was baffled by his sudden move, standing
there dumbfounded and forgetting to react for a moment.
In the next moment, he leaned in and passionately kissed her. The extremely familiar scent enveloped
her, wrapping her tightly within his embrace. Every time he tightened his grip on her, the pain in his
chest intensified.