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, he only stood

to go through the admission procedures for

need medicine?” As the doctor packed up to leave,

background the

behind his glasses flashed

up his nose

saying, “Well,

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on the bed, Isabella estimated that the

wasn’t

fainted from hunger.

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

get the medication.”

not stand idly. He reached out

Isabella couldn’t help but prop herself up

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

her, scanning the prescription from top to

complex expression./

Isabella asked, “What’s on the

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talkative, huh? Why don’t we skip the IV? You can leave

needle.” Seth intentionally spoke

talking too much.

umpteenth time that

cold distance from Seth.

a casual toss, Seth tore the prescription and

his pockets, he walked straight out of

a click,

Isabella sat up. Stealthily, she climbed down from the

all the torn pieces of

Seth’s behavior. The prescription wasn’t a

was no need

paper pieces,

or two words.

only complete

of medicine

down with difficulty, and pieced together the

to the shapes of the torn

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

less than three minutes.

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intelligence was impaired, and even focusing for a

would usually take three