The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

Chapter 8 The Anatomy of Poison

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ling her I had matters to discuss with him. She went with a look of

ly. He had changed into a simple black tu

ince and more like a dan

ised an eyebrow at the toxicol

toward him. It was a rendering of the draconic circulatory system, based

t to the point. "Or rather, a schematic of y

the drawing, his

primarily attacks your Dragon Core, but it does more than that. It's also wrapped around your mai

I continued. "Your Dragon Core isn't s

deep and unreadable. My explanation was clea

u intense pain, drawing all your attention, while another, co

voice hoarse. "What

the shock would kill you. We n

ress the poison's activity and cut off its continuous

have already seeped into your energy channe

anse the master toxin from th

ld take months, maybe longer. I need your a

ngers tapping an unconscious rhythm on the t

ds often are," I

nt of deception. He found none. Every word I spoke was based on

need to see results. Wh

ou to be completely relaxed, with

"This Prince does not need you to t

give Talia a list." The list would contain some common herbs from this world to act as a cover,

door, he paused and looked b

k. I hadn't expe

ched the gauze on m

thing more

feeling stirring in my che

ushing the irrelev

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The Substitute Mate: Healing the Fallen Dragon

Zhao Da Fantasy

“I woke up with a splitting headache, only to realize I had transmigrated into the body of a despised, "Dragonless" noble daughter. Before I could even process my new reality, I was dragged out of bed and shoved into a plain black carriage, sent off as a disposable pawn to marry a crippled, violent prince. My half-sister, glittering in dragon scales, mocked me publicly, boasting that she was now free to marry my former crush. My father had abandoned me to a certain death. When I arrived at the grim palace, the prince's guards blocked the gates. He refused to even see his new bride, leaving me to freeze outside. I was a family joke, discarded by my own bloodline and left to die at a stranger's door. I didn't understand why this girl was treated worse than dirt, or why I, a top modern surgeon, had to suffer for their sick political games. I refused to let my life end as collateral damage in a world that deemed me worthless. Just as my vision blurred, a familiar blue screen flickered to life in my mind-my medical system. I looked at the hostile guards, my voice ringing clear in the empty courtyard. "Go tell your prince that I am not here to marry him. I am here to cure his poison." This time, I would carve out my own survival.”