I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 152

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Approaching 9.00PM in the emergency room, the nurses were preparing for a

shift change. Suddenly, they saw a man, as handsome as a Greek god,

hastily approaching with a corpse in his arms.

“Sir, you-”

“Get a doctor!” Before the nurse could finish, Seth shouted.

The young nurse was startled and quickly went out, asking, “From which

department?”

Seth was dumbfounded. He assessed the injuries that Isabella had suffered

since the morning, from head to toe. Each injury required a different medical

specialty.

At least a consultation with the hospital director was necessary.

His expression was stern, and the nurse could tell it was serious. Without

waiting for him to speak, she turned and rushed to the director’s office.

Mr. Shaffer, Please Help Buy Some Food

“Director Witt, there’s a seriously ill patient!”

Under the suit, Isabella blinked, her thoughts oddly clear.

She opened her mouth and, with the last bit of strength, said, “Mr. Shaffer,

please don’t take away the suit later. I don’t want to be embarrassed.”

Seth was dumbfounded.

At 11.00PM, the doctor finished administering the IV to Isabella and jokingly

said, “If you had come a bit later in this condition, it would have made

headlines.”

Isabella forced a smile, her throat dry, unable to speak.

By the window in the hospital room, Seth furrowed his brow. He had been

standing there for nearly half an hour.

receiving

to go through the admission

doctor packed up

been standing in the background

eyes behind his glasses flashed

glasses up his nose and took

“Well,

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the bed, Isabella estimated that the doctor

she wasn’t originally sick; she

fainted from hunger.

paper, tore it off, and handed it to Seth.

get the medication.”

idly. He reached out and took the

Isabella couldn’t help but prop

yourself. I’ll go

prescription from top to bottom

complex expression./

“What’s

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the IV? You can leave after you

Seth intentionally spoke sarcastically, mocking Isabella

talking too much.

umpteenth time that she

cold distance from Seth.

tore the prescription and

pockets, he walked straight

click,

Stealthily, she climbed down from the

out all the torn pieces of paper from the trash bin.

behavior. The

need to tear

managed to retrieve all the paper pieces, but each piece only

or two words.

complete one read

of

difficulty, and pieced

to the shapes of the torn

with Isabella’s capability, she could have

less than three minutes.

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intelligence was impaired, and even focusing for

headache. What would usually take three