Prompted by the urgency, the lab doctor quickly proceeded to perform the necessary tests.

Meanwhile, Neil, who had been unconscious, slowly began to open his blurry eyes.

Neil shot Katelyn a look, but before he could utter a word, dizziness overtook him, and he collapsed once more.

Given the critical nature of Neil’s condition, Katelyn skipped her usual prep. She hastily donned a mask and surgical gown and rushed into the emergency room.

A voice from outside interrupted her, “The lab results have arrived.”

Katelyn quickly reviewed the findings. They indicated a novel neurotoxin, derived from a rare mushroom native to the distant Amazon rainforest. The substance was exceedingly rare. Who would use such a toxin against Neil? Her frown deepened as confusion set in.

With a sense of urgency, Katelyn began issuing orders.

“Get ready to administer the Yisey toxin.”

The medical team was visibly stunned. Known for its lethal potency, this toxin could lead to complete organ collapse within minutes of administration. Using it on Neil seemed akin to signing his death warrant.

A wave of unease spread among the doctors, but Katelyn remained firm.

“Administer it. I will bear all consequences.” Given the lack of time, creating an antidote for the toxin was impossible. Their only choice was to fight poison with poison.

Katelyn’s reputation preceded her—she was known as Hades for a reason.

The senior doctor looked at Neil, unconscious and vulnerable, and after a tense moment, clenched his jaw.

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“Administer the toxin.” Reluctantly, the medical staff complied. The injection was given, and a tense silence enveloped the room. All eyes were locked on the monitors, watching Neil’s every reaction.

Minutes ticked by in silence. As the ten-minute mark neared, there was no sign of the feared organ failure. In fact, Neil’s vital signs showed remarkable improvement. A sense of relief washed over the team, and their faces lit up with hopeful smiles. The treatment appeared to be effective.

But then, Neil, previously motionless, began convulsing violently. The medical team sprang into action, working frantically to stabilize him. The room filled with urgency.

“Is the Yisey toxin causing this?”

The stakes were high—one misstep could prove fatal for Neil.

“What are we supposed to do now? If Mr. Wheeler dies under our care, we might…” a doctor whispered, his complexion turning ashen.

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