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.

examined and receiving the IV,

nurse had to go through

medicine?” As the doctor packed

the background the whole time,

eyes behind his glasses

his nose

from his pocket, saying, “Well, I suppose I

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bed, Isabella estimated that the doctor

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

fainted from hunger.

tore it off, and handed it to

get the medication.”

idly. He reached

the doctor leave, Isabella couldn’t help but prop

don’t need to trouble yourself. I’ll go after the IV

prescription from top to bottom

complex expression./

asked, “What’s on

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the IV? You can leave after

needle.” Seth intentionally spoke sarcastically, mocking Isabella

talking too much.

for the umpteenth time that

cold distance from Seth.

tore the prescription and threw it into the

his pockets, he walked

a click, the door

sat up. Stealthily, she

torn pieces of paper from the

complained about Seth’s behavior. The

There was no need to tear it

paper pieces, but each piece

or two words.

only complete

of medicine was

sat down with difficulty, and pieced

the shapes

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

less than three minutes.

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intelligence was impaired, and even

her a headache. What would usually take three minutes ended