Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Unlucky for 8 Generations
It was said that Matthew Saxon, the second young master of the Saxon Family, had a bad temper, but I never expected it to be this bad. He has absolutely no basic gentlemanly deanor when dealing with won.
Just now, if she hadn’t reacted quickly and dodged swiftly, that lamp would have hit her.
"How did it go?" Another nurse leaned over, lowered her voice, and asked quietly, "Is he still refusing to change his dressing?"
"I was almost scared to death." The nurse coming out of the ward clutched her chest, still terrified, and said, "He threw all the dication out the window. I was just trying to persuade him a bit more, and I nearly got hit in the head. No wonder they’ve switched over ten nurses in just a day. I bet even if all the nurses in our hospital take turns, no one can convince him."
"However..." The nurse’s mind flashed with that face prettier than a woman’s, and she stood in stunned silence for a mont before regaining her composure. She lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "The young master of the Saxon Family is really handso. His face is breathtakingly beautiful, yet his temper is terrible."
If his temper weren’t bad, would they have changed over ten nurses and still be at a loss?
The head nurse scratched her head furrowed with frustration, sighed, and said, "Everyone in the hospital who could be replaced has been driven away by him. If we can’t change his dressing today, how are we going to explain to the director?"
Everyone fell into an unspeakable silence, plagued by headaches.
The second young master of the Saxon Family was lucky to survive, despite a car accident so severe the entire front of the Maybach was smashed out of shape, yet his injuries weren’t serious.
Though he didn’t have major injuries, there were quite a few small wounds that needed to be treated promptly and bandaged, followed by observation in the hospital for ten days to half a month.
But this first step of changing his dressing has beco a considerable challenge, no matter how kindly they speak, he simply refuses to cooperate.
A long silence...
For a while, no one could think of a better solution or a more suitable person.
"Head nurse, I thought of soone." A nurse suddenly had a bright idea, thought for a mont, and said in a low voice, "Didn’t a Sacred Glow intern arrive a few days ago? Let her try, maybe she’ll succeed."
The head nurse froze for a mont, her brow furrowing even deeper, "She’s a newcor as an intern, what does she know..."
"She’s no ordinary intern." The nurse chuckled aningfully, took a few steps closer, and whispered in the head nurse’s ear, "..."
The head nurse’s tightly furrowed brows slowly eased after hearing everything, contemplating for a while before nodding in agreent, "Alright, do as you said. Go quickly and bring Scarlett Yates over."
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Outside Room 610.
At the end of the hallway, sunlight poured in through the ventilator, falling onto the coffee-colored carpet.
A warm wind blew through, bringing a hint of jasmine fragrance.
Slanting sunlight, warm breeze, floral scent, this should have been a beautiful and quiet mont, yet for so reason, it made people feel restless.
Scarlett Yates stood outside the ward, once again glancing down at the dical record in her hand, and her brow couldn’t help but furrow once more.
On the dical record, in the na column, was clearly written the na: Matthew Saxon.
God knows if she’s been hit with eight lifetis of bad luck, the more she didn’t want to see soone, the more they kept appearing before her.
Matthew Saxon... Matthew Saxon... Why does this damn man appear everywhere like a lingering specter, wherever she is, he shows up at the sa place too.
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