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 the IV, he

to go through

need medicine?” As the doctor packed

standing in the background the

behind

glasses up his nose and took

pocket, saying, “Well, I suppose I can prescribe

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bed, Isabella estimated that the doctor would prescribe

After all, she wasn’t originally

fainted from hunger.

paper, tore it off,

get the medication.”

stand idly. He reached out

the doctor leave, Isabella couldn’t help but prop herself

to trouble yourself. I’ll go

prescription

complex expression./

“What’s on the

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the IV? You

intentionally spoke sarcastically, mocking Isabella

talking too much.

for the umpteenth time that she should maintain

cold distance from Seth.

tore the prescription and threw

pockets, he walked straight out

click, the door

Stealthily, she climbed down

out all the torn pieces of paper from

behavior. The prescription wasn’t a

There was no need to tear

to retrieve all the paper pieces, but each piece

or two words.

only complete

kind of medicine

difficulty, and

the shapes of the torn

Isabella’s capability, she could

less than three minutes.

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her intelligence was impaired, and even

gave her a headache. What would usually take three minutes