<h4>Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Unlucky for 8 Generations</h4><h4></h4>


    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 demeanor when dealing with women.


    Just now, if she hadn’t reacted quickly and dodged swiftly, thatmp 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 nurseing out of the ward clutched her chest, still terrified, and said, "He threw all the medication 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 shed with that face prettier than a woman’s, and she stood in stunned silence for a moment before regaining herposure. She lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "The young master of the Saxon Family is really handsome. 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 reced has been driven away by him. If we can’t change his dressing today, how are we going to exin to the director?"


    Everyone fell into an unspeakable silence, gued by headaches.


    The second young master of the Saxon Family was lucky to survive, despite a car ident 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 be 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 someone." A nurse suddenly had a bright idea, thought for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Didn’t a Sacred Glow intern arrive a few days ago? Let her try, maybe she’ll seed."


    The head nurse froze for a moment, her brow furrowing even deeper, "She’s a neer as an intern, what does she know..."


    "She’s no ordinary intern." The nurse chuckled meaningfully, 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, contemting for a while before nodding in agreement, "Alright, do as you said. Go quickly and bring Scarlett Yates over."


    --


    Outside Room 610.


    At the end of the hallway, sunlight poured in through the venttor, falling onto the coffee-colored carpet.


    A warm wind blew through, bringing a hint of jasmine fragrance.


    nting sunlight, warm breeze, floral scent, this should have been a beautiful and quiet moment, yet for some reason, it made people feel restless.


    Scarlett Yates stood outside the ward, once again ncing down at the medical record in her hand, and her brow couldn’t help but furrow once more.


    On the medical record, in the name column, was clearly written the name: Matthew Saxon.


    God knows if she’s been hit with eight lifetimes of bad luck, the more she didn’t want to see someone, 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 same ce too.