Chapter 135 Desensitization Injection VS Cardiotonic Injection
All my hair stood on end.
I had met Katarina at Diana's party.
I vaguely remembered that she kept covering her mouth and nose with her hand, complaining to people around her that she had a rare hypersensitive constitution, was severely allergic to various pollens, and could trigger violent reactions if she wasn't careful.
"Get away!" Simeon shook off my hand.
He was so strong that I staggered back a step and nearly fell like Roger had. Luckily, Lucas caught me in time.
His steady strength was reassuring, but Lucas looked at Simeon with cold hostility.
"Can't you see the throat swelling? That's a sign of severe anaphylactic shock!" After steadying myself, I pushed Simeon's hand away again, keeping his needle away from Katarina.
"Adrenaline will rapidly dilate blood vessels and worsen the circulatory failure caused by the allergic reaction!" I spoke rapidly. "If you're a doctor, you can't possibly not know this! For a patient already in anaphylactic shock, the adrenaline you're trying to inject won't save her—it'll kill her!"
Simeon frowned, holding the needle in his left hand while using his right to pry open Katarina's mouth, trying to check her throat.
But I couldn't let him waste any more time. Katarina could suffocate to death at any moment!
"Adrian, my medical kit!" I called out to Adrian, and the next second he placed the opened silver medical case beside me.
I took out a specially-made desensitization injection from the temperature-controlled compartment at the bottom, along with a sterile syringe and 50% glucose solution.
"Wait!" Simeon stopped me. "What kind of medicine is that? Is it registered? Is it legitimate?"
Just as I had questioned him, he was now questioning me.
Freya was at her wit's end. "I don't care who's right or wrong—just save her!"
I turned to look at Lucas. "Help me hold him back."
Lucas trusted me. Without hesitation, he grabbed Simeon's arms, twisted them behind his back, and pinned Simeon to the ground.
"Let go of me!" Simeon struggled hard, the anger in his eyes almost burning. "Lucas, you're letting Isabella commit assault!"
Freya asked me with red eyes, "Isabella, what are you going to inject Katarina with?"
"A special desensitization injection. Please trust me," I said, looking at her seriously.
Whispers rose around us, people's murmurs drilling into my ears.
"Is she a doctor? She looks so young."
"She's wearing the hotel badge—she's the hotel manager!"
"But does she even know first aid? Wouldn't that male doctor be more reliable?"
Someone even tried to rush forward to rescue Simeon, but thankfully James had arrived, and Alfred and Jonas weren't pushovers either—they firmly controlled the situation.
Under enormous pressure, I didn't dare let my attention waver. Katarina's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, the blue-purple color of her lips deepening. There wasn't much time left!
I quickly unfastened Katarina's bra so her chest could move freely, then lifted her chin, tilting her head back to open her airway.
The desensitization injection syringe was specially made, the dosage adjusted through countless trials, specifically designed for severe anaphylactic shock.
I had Roger assist me. Finding the vastus lateralis muscle on the outer side of Katarina's thigh, I quickly inserted the needle and pushed the entire dose of desensitization medication in with force.
"Glucose, intravenous push, slow push, 20ml per minute. Watch her pulse and lip color!" I instructed Roger.
Though Roger usually loved to complain, he was completely focused at critical moments, reporting in real-time: "Pulse is starting to rise! Lip color is getting lighter!"
The murmurs around us gradually stopped, everyone's eyes focused on Katarina.
Even Simeon stopped struggling, staring intently at Katarina's reaction with a serious expression.
Time passed second by second.
Thirty seconds went by.
Katarina's chest suddenly rose slightly, then a weak cough came from her throat. Her eyelids trembled, and her tightly closed eyes slowly opened a crack.
"Katarina! You're awake!" Freya cried tears of joy.
"I..." A hint of pale color returned to Katarina's blue-purple lips.
"Katarina, how do you feel? Do you remember what happened?" I asked gently.
Her gaze slowly focused, her voice as light as a mosquito but every word clear: "I touched the decorative flowers in the lobby. They looked fake, but as soon as I touched them, I couldn't breathe."
I looked at the decorative flowers she mentioned—rare flowers air-freighted from the snowy plateau, brightly colored with a special protein coating on the surface that made them look somewhat like plastic.
I breathed a sigh of relief and instructed her and Freya: "You had severe anaphylactic shock from contact with real flower pollen. I gave you a desensitization injection, but for the next three days you must stay in bed, stay away from allergens and irritating foods, and avoid a second allergic reaction."
After finishing my instructions, I stood up and bowed slightly to Katarina, my posture proper, my tone sincere as I apologized: "Katarina, this accident was due to our hotel's oversight. The decorative flowers weren't properly labeled as real, and we didn't consider guests with allergies. I offer you my most sincere apology. All your accommodation fees for this stay are waived, and all subsequent medical examinations and treatment costs will be covered by our hotel."
Katarina was stunned and exchanged a glance with Freya, who looked at me with relief.
Katarina grabbed my hand, her eyes full of gratitude. "Isabella, don't say that—you saved my life! I should be thanking you."
The onlookers also praised me. I was in a good mood—Platinum Haven Hotel's reputation would reach new heights!
I had James escort Katarina and Freya back to their room, with Roger accompanying them. Before leaving, he gave Simeon a heavy snort.
Simeon turned to look at Lucas. "Can you let me go now?"
Lucas gave him a warning look, then released him.
Simeon rubbed his shoulders, then stood up and walked over to me, showing me a bit more respect. "Your reaction was faster than mine, and your diagnosis was more accurate."
He pressed his lips together with a stubborn unwillingness to admit defeat. "But if you'd given me one more minute to examine her, I would have discovered it was anaphylactic shock, not cardiac arrest. I was just misled by her initial pulse symptoms."
"A doctor's one minute is the line between life and death for a critical patient," I said coldly. "A professional doctor never makes a patient wait an extra minute, and never makes hasty judgments based on surface symptoms. That's a doctor's basic principle."
A flash of shock crossed Simeon's eyes. He had no response.
After a moment, he looked at me intently. "I'm starting to admire you now."
Now it was my turn to have no response.
But I noticed he'd glanced at the empty syringe in my hand several times and guessed he was interested in the special desensitization injection.
However, Lucas's bad mood, which he'd been holding in all morning, finally couldn't be contained. He punched Simeon in the face.