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.

was being examined and receiving

nurse had to go through

doctor packed

background

eyes behind

his nose and took a pen

his pocket, saying, “Well, I suppose

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Isabella estimated

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

fainted from hunger.

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

get the medication.”

He reached

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

need to trouble yourself. I’ll go

scanning the prescription from top to bottom

complex expression./

“What’s on the

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skip the IV? You

needle.” Seth intentionally spoke sarcastically,

talking too much.

reflecting for the umpteenth time that

cold distance from Seth.

the prescription and threw it

in his pockets, he walked

a click, the door

sat up. Stealthily, she

out all the torn pieces of paper from the trash bin. As

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

There was no need to tear it into

managed to retrieve all the paper pieces, but

or two words.

complete one read

was confused. What kind of

difficulty, and pieced together

to the shapes of the torn

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

less than three minutes.

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and even focusing for

a headache. What would usually take three minutes