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,

go through the admission

doctor packed

standing in the background the

The doctor’s eyes behind his glasses flashed

up his nose and

“Well, I suppose I can prescribe

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Isabella estimated

wasn’t originally sick; she had

fainted from hunger.

the paper, tore it off, and handed it to

get the medication.”

stand idly. He reached

doctor leave, Isabella couldn’t help but

you don’t need to trouble yourself. I’ll go

her, scanning the prescription from

complex expression./

Isabella asked, “What’s on the

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don’t we skip the IV? You

intentionally spoke sarcastically,

talking too much.

reflecting for the umpteenth time that

cold distance from Seth.

tore the prescription and threw it into the

his pockets, he walked straight

a click, the

Isabella sat up. Stealthily, she climbed

torn pieces of paper from the trash bin.

about Seth’s behavior. The

There was no need to

retrieve all the paper pieces,

or two words.

complete

What kind of medicine

difficulty, and

to the shapes of the

day, with Isabella’s capability, she could

less than three minutes.

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her intelligence was impaired, and even focusing for a

a headache. What would usually