Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer

Chatper 152

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.

While Isabella was being examined and receiving the IV, he only stood there.

The nurse had to go through the admission procedures for Isabella.

“Doesn’t she need medicine?” As the doctor packed up to leave, Seth, who

had been standing in the background the whole time, suddenly spoke.

“Medicine?” The doctor’s eyes behind his glasses flashed with

speechlessness. He pushed his glasses up his nose and took a pen and

paper from his pocket, saying, “Well, I suppose I can prescribe something.”

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Lying on the bed, Isabella estimated that the doctor would prescribe some

blood-nourishing medicine. After all, she wasn’t originally sick; she had simply

fainted from hunger.

The doctor skillfully wrote on the paper, tore it off, and handed it to Seth. “Go

get the medication.”

Finally, Seth did not stand idly. He reached out and took the prescription. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

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

“Mr. Shaffer, you don’t need to trouble yourself. I’ll go after the IV is finished.”

Seth ignored her, scanning the prescription from top to bottom with a

complex expression./

Curious, Isabella asked, “What’s on the prescription?”

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“So talkative, huh? Why don’t we skip the IV? You can leave after you pluck off

the needle.” Seth intentionally spoke sarcastically, mocking Isabella for

talking too much.

Isabella pouted, reflecting for the umpteenth time that she should maintain a

cold distance from Seth.

With a casual toss, Seth tore the prescription and threw it into the trash bin.

Hands in his pockets, he walked straight out of the room.

With a click, the door closed.

Gritting her teeth, Isabella sat up. Stealthily, she climbed down from the bed

and skillfully picked out all the torn pieces of paper from the trash bin. As she

did, she complained about Seth’s behavior. The prescription wasn’t a trade

secret. There was no need to tear it into confetti.

She managed to retrieve all the paper pieces, but each piece only had one

or two words.

The only complete one read “cheese.”

Isabella was confused. What kind of medicine was called cheese? She

blinked, sat down with difficulty, and pieced together the prescription

according to the shapes of the torn pieces.

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

less than three minutes.

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Unfortunately, her intelligence was impaired, and even focusing for a short

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

taking ten.

She took breaks while piecing it together, also alert to the possibility of Seth

returning suddenly.

Time passed, and the pieces of paper gradually formed the complete

prescription. The door to the ward remained closed.

Isabella squinted, looking at the words on the prescription.

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“Eat spaghetti, add a little cheese, and consider a fried egg. Avoid spicy and

irritating foods.”,

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She was speechless, after which she clicked her tongue, raised her hand, and

patted her forehead. She should have thought that medicine to treat hunger

would undoubtedly be food!

The clock on the wall showed that it was already past 9.30PM. Seth had been

out for quite some time. Maybe he had already left.

Isabella thought it unlikely that Seth would specifically go to buy spaghetti.

That small shop was in an alley behind the hospital, and his luxury car

couldn’t even fit into it.

She tidied up the torn pieces, threw them into the trash bin, and slowly lay

back down.

As she relaxed, with only the sound of her heartbeat in her ears, she glanced

at the IV fluid dripping slowly.

She had been starving in the office earlier and was now feeling dizzy. The

craving for food wasn’t strong.

Now that she had suddenly relaxed, her stomach responded. It grumbled.

“Don’t bother; no one’s here to feed you.”

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As soon as she spoke, the ward’s door was pushed open from the outside.