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 Isabe 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, Isabe blinked, her thoughts oddly clear.


    She opened her mouth and, with thest bit of strength, said, “Mr. Shaffer,


    please don’t take away the suitter. I don’t want to be embarrassed.”


    Seth was dumbfounded.


    At 11.00PM, the doctor finished administering the IV to Isabe and jokingly


    said, “If you hade a bitter in this condition, it would have made


    headlines.”


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


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


    “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 sses shed with


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


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


    Lying on the bed, Isabe 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.


    Seeing the doctor leave, Isabe 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


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


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


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


    talking too much.


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


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    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, Isabe 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, sheined 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 onlyplete one read “cheese.”


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


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


    ording to the shapes of the torn pieces.


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


    less than three minutes.


    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 theplete


    prescription. The door to the ward remained closed.


    Isabe squinted, looking at the words on the prescription.


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


    irritating foods.”,


    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.


    Isabe 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 slowlyy


    back down.


    As she rxed, with only the sound of her heartbeat in her ears, she nced


    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 rxed, her stomach responded. It grumbled.


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


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