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 the

to go through the admission procedures

doctor

the background the

doctor’s eyes behind his

his glasses up his nose

“Well, I suppose I can prescribe

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the bed, Isabella estimated that the

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

fainted from hunger.

tore it off, and handed

get the medication.”

did not stand idly. He reached out and took

Isabella couldn’t help

trouble yourself. I’ll go after the

scanning the prescription from top

complex expression./

asked, “What’s

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the IV? You can leave

intentionally spoke

talking too much.

reflecting for the umpteenth time that she should

cold distance from Seth.

prescription and threw it into the trash

he walked straight

click, the

up. Stealthily, she climbed

skillfully picked out all the torn pieces

Seth’s behavior. The

There was no need to tear it

the paper pieces, but each

or two words.

only complete one

of medicine was

difficulty, and pieced together the

the shapes of

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

less than three minutes.

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impaired, and even focusing for

a headache. What would usually take