Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer by Diana Tenny

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

through the admission procedures

doctor packed up to

in the background the

eyes behind

pushed his glasses up his nose and took a pen

pocket, saying, “Well, I suppose I

3/7

Isabella estimated that the doctor would prescribe some

all, she wasn’t originally

fainted from hunger.

skillfully wrote on the paper, tore it off,

get the medication.”

stand idly. He reached out and

couldn’t help but prop herself up halfway.

don’t need to trouble yourself. I’ll

the prescription from top to bottom with

complex expression./

“What’s on

4/7

huh? Why don’t we skip the IV? You

spoke

talking too much.

reflecting for the umpteenth time that

from

toss, Seth tore the prescription and threw

pockets, he walked straight out of the

click, the door

up. Stealthily, she climbed down from

torn pieces of paper from the trash bin.

Seth’s behavior. The prescription

There was no need to tear it

pieces, but each piece only

or two words.

complete one read

of medicine

down with difficulty, and pieced together

the shapes of

day, with Isabella’s capability,

three minutes.

5/7

impaired, and even focusing for a short

her a headache. What would usually take three minutes ended up