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.

receiving the IV, he only

to go through the admission procedures

As the doctor packed up

in the background the

eyes behind his glasses flashed

glasses up his nose and

“Well, I

3/7

on the bed, Isabella estimated that

wasn’t originally sick; she had simply

fainted from hunger.

tore it off, and

get the medication.”

idly. He reached

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

trouble yourself. I’ll go after the IV is

her, scanning the prescription from top to bottom with a

complex expression./

Isabella asked, “What’s on

4/7

IV? You

spoke sarcastically, mocking Isabella for

talking too much.

for the umpteenth time that

from Seth.

the prescription and

walked straight out of the

the door

Stealthily,

torn pieces of paper from the trash bin.

about Seth’s behavior. The prescription wasn’t a trade

need to tear it

managed to retrieve all the paper pieces, but each

or two words.

one read

of medicine was

down with difficulty, and pieced

shapes of the torn

with Isabella’s

three

5/7

her intelligence was impaired, and even

her a headache. What would usually take three