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.

Isabella was being examined and receiving

nurse had to go through the admission procedures

the doctor packed up

in the background the

eyes behind

pushed his glasses up his nose and took a

saying, “Well, I

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the bed, Isabella estimated that

all, she wasn’t originally sick; she

fainted from hunger.

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

get the medication.”

did not stand idly. He reached out and

leave, Isabella couldn’t

need to trouble yourself. I’ll

ignored her, scanning the prescription from

complex expression./

Isabella asked, “What’s on

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huh? Why don’t we skip the IV? You can leave after you

Seth intentionally spoke sarcastically, mocking Isabella

talking too much.

umpteenth time that she should maintain

cold distance from Seth.

Seth tore the prescription and

in his pockets, he walked straight out of the

a click,

Isabella sat up. Stealthily, she climbed down

pieces of paper from

complained about Seth’s behavior. The prescription wasn’t

There was no need to tear

paper pieces, but each piece only

or two words.

complete one read

kind of

difficulty, and pieced

shapes of

day, with Isabella’s capability, she could have

less than three minutes.

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intelligence was impaired, and

What would usually take three minutes ended