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

through the

the doctor packed up to

the background the whole time, suddenly

doctor’s eyes behind his

glasses up his

his pocket, saying, “Well, I suppose I

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bed, Isabella estimated that the doctor would

medicine. After all, she wasn’t originally sick; she had

fainted from hunger.

skillfully wrote on the paper, tore

get the medication.”

did not stand idly. He reached out and took

couldn’t help

need to trouble yourself. I’ll go

prescription from top to bottom

complex expression./

Isabella asked, “What’s on

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Why don’t we skip the

intentionally spoke sarcastically, mocking

talking too much.

the umpteenth

cold distance from Seth.

casual toss, Seth tore the prescription and threw it into

his pockets, he walked straight out of

click, the door

up. Stealthily, she climbed down from the

picked out all the torn pieces of

Seth’s behavior. The prescription wasn’t

was no need to tear

paper pieces, but each

or two words.

only complete one read

was confused. What kind of medicine was called

difficulty, and pieced

the shapes of the

it were a usual day, with Isabella’s capability, she could have

less than three minutes.

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impaired, and even focusing for

gave her a headache. What would usually take