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.

and receiving

nurse had to go through the admission procedures

the doctor packed up to leave, Seth,

background the whole time, suddenly

doctor’s eyes behind his glasses flashed

He pushed his glasses up his nose

from his pocket, saying, “Well, I

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the bed, Isabella estimated that the

all, she wasn’t

fainted from hunger.

skillfully wrote on the paper, tore it off, and handed

get the medication.”

did not stand idly. He reached out

couldn’t help but prop

yourself. I’ll go after

ignored her, scanning the prescription

complex expression./

asked, “What’s

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skip the IV? You can leave

Seth intentionally spoke sarcastically,

talking too much.

the umpteenth time that

cold distance from Seth.

a casual toss, Seth tore the prescription and

he walked straight

click, the door

up. Stealthily, she climbed down from the

out all the torn pieces of paper from

Seth’s behavior. The prescription

was no need to tear

the paper pieces, but each piece only

or two words.

only complete one read

confused. What kind of

sat down with difficulty, and pieced together the

the shapes of the

day, with Isabella’s

less than three minutes.

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her intelligence was impaired, and even focusing

a headache. What would