My Substitute CEO Bride

Chuck successfully stopped the bleeding, but the situation was still severe due to the special material the bullet was made from. The best course of action was to get Marcus to the hospital as quickly as possible.noveldrama

"Follow me. I know the way," Francel said as he quickly picked up Marcus.

However, Chuck shook his head. "We need to go to an upper-level hospital. There are still some toxins in his body. He needs more than just regular treatment."

Francel understood and asked, "Do you know the way?"

Chuck nodded. "Yes, let's hurry." Francel followed Chuck to an upper-level hospital.

Inside the hospital, the doctor conducted a full-body examination using an automated machine before calculating the dosage and successfully creating the appropriate antidote using specialized equipment within the shortest time.

Within just a few hours after administration, Marcus woke up.

Francel was astonished by the advanced technology. Before entering the hospital, he imagined the treatment to involve simple intravenous drips, as that was the most effective and expensive treatment he could think of.

However, the scene before him was continuously reshaping his worldview. The smart machines, professional instruments, and medications were all beyond his experience and understanding. What once seemed futuristic and distant now appeared as an immediate reality.

Francel sat in the hospital chair, staring blankly into space. Looking around, he noticed everyone else was dressed in stylish and elegant clothes, while his own were tattered. His upper body was bare, his shoes were old cloth ones, and his pants were patched up and rolled up at the knees. Clearly, he was out of place.

At this moment, Chuck approached.

"It's been taken care of. He'll wake up in a while. Let's go."

"Where to?" Francel asked.

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"Aren't you hungry? You've been fighting for so long. Let's go eat," Chuck replied.

Chuck then took him to a restaurant. It was not big, but the decor suggested it was not a place for ordinary people. Chuck led him to a private room, and soon, various dishes were served. Francel was overwhelmed by the array of food. "This... This..."

"Eat as much as you like. It's on me. It's also to thank you for saving me earlier," Chuck said.

Hearing this, Francel dug in. After a few rounds of drinks and various dishes, Francel went from having a six-pack to one.

Smiling, he asked, "May I ask your name?"

"No need for formalities. Just call me Chuck," Chuck replied.

Francel nodded. "Chuck, that's a nice name. I'm Francel. Now, tell me. What's your purpose?"

Chuck smiled politely and somewhat awkwardly when he heard this.

"There's no hiding anything from you. As I mentioned earlier, I really don't want too much blood to be spilled. So, Francel, what do you think of this game?"

Francel shook his head. "I don't know. I've been with the Stick Gang ever since I was born. I always thought that would eventually be my... How should I put it... Yes, the place I return to.

"So, I actually don't intend to become whatever god we're talking about. If someone needs help, I'll help; if someone wants to fight, I'll go along with it."

Chuck then stood up, excited. "Francel, do you want to give up?"

Francel looked at the bracelet, unsure. Chuck continued, "I won't force you, and I'm not worthy of even trying. I know your life isn't easy. What I'm offering is another path. If you give up, you can continue fighting for a living."

Francel, not caring much, took off the bracelet. "You've saved me and treated me so well, so I'll trust you this once..."

Just as Francel was about to hand over the bracelet, he thought of Smiley's face and the hospital. What if something happened to Smiley? Would his meager savings and the situation below be enough to save her?

Thinking about this, Francel pulled back the bracelet. Chuck was not surprised. Francel shook his head and put the bracelet back on.