The Wheelers were among Granville’s elite, a family no medical professional wanted to cross. Moreover, they lacked the mystical capabilities of someone like Hades.
“I can’t afford to die. I have a family that depends on me!” another doctor cried out.
At that moment, amid his convulsions, Neil suddenly sat bolt upright. He then expelled a mouthful of dark blood, and the pristine white sheets of the operating table were stained with splotches of dark red.
As some doctors moved to assist Neil, Katelyn commanded sharply, “Stay back!”
The toxin, derived from the mushroom, was highly dangerous. Mere skin contact with it via an open wound could result in severe poisoning.
Her firm command made the doctors hesitate, and they withdrew their hands, wary of coming any closer.
Katelyn’s tone remained stern.
“Stay clear of the blood if you value your lives.”
The room fell into a hushed obedience. Earlier dissenters now remained quiet.
Katelyn cautiously assessed Neil’s condition. Despite his severe reaction and elevated heart rate, his other vital signs began to show signs of recovery. She gently pressed on a previously cut wound on his wrist. The crusted-over wound broke open again, but this time, the blood that seeped out slowly transitioned back to a normal red hue.
Katelyn let out a relieved breath. It appeared their approach to detoxification was working. She murmured, “The poison has been neutralized.”
The surrounding doctors watched in awe, their respect for her deepening. Could it really be that she had neutralized such a formidable toxin by pitting one poison against another? Indeed, her reputation as a miracle worker was well-earned—her medical skills were nothing short of extraordinary.
Then, Katelyn turned to them and instructed, “Take care of the follow-up procedures. Remember my instructions. If he wakes and inquires who saved him, do not mention my name.”
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They were familiar with Katelyn’s methods from previous collaborations and knew what she expected. The chief doctor approached with a grateful smile and replied, “Understood. Thank you, Hades.”
Katelyn cast one last look at Neil before she exited the emergency room. There were more puzzles to piece together.
Although Sophia was known for her expertise with poisons, the idea of her targeting Neil didn’t make sense. There was no visible motive for a conflict between them. Or was there an angle Katelyn had overlooked? If so, the situation could be more complex than it seemed.
As Katelyn stepped out of the trauma room, Neil, who had been keeping his eyes shut, gradually opened them. A sinister smile formed on his lips. He had confirmed Katelyn’s true identity as Hades!
The next moment, the poison coursing through his body finally overwhelmed him, and Neil slipped back into unconsciousness. When Katelyn exited the hospital, she pulled out her phone and dialed Vincent’s number. The line connected swiftly. Wasting no time, Katelyn relayed every detail of what had unfolded with Neil.
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