"Operation?"

Prince Charles' eyelids twitched, then nodded and said: "Although the surgery is a bit radical, if it is successful, my father will at least have a few years of normal life. Otherwise, I can't imagine that he always likes to travel around the world.

He will quietly wait for death in the hospital bed!"

Prince Charles did not ask about the success rate of the operation because he knew that the success rate would never be too high!

Otherwise, Dr. Fleming would have proposed surgery half a year ago!

At this time, he can only hope for a miracle!

Seeing that Prince Charles agreed, Dr. Fleming knew that he had no way out, so he could only go ahead with the operation resolutely.

He thought for a while and said: "The conditions in Buckingham Palace for surgery are still a bit crude. I suggest that His Royal Highness be transferred to Wellington Hospital immediately."

Wellington Hospital is the best private hospital in England and a designated treatment hospital for the royal family. Moreover, this hospital is very good at neurosurgery. Dr. Fleming and Dr. Charman present are both neurosurgery experts at Wellington Hospital.

"I agree! Find someone to arrange it immediately!"

After pondering for a while, Prince Charles nodded. Now that the result is obvious, the rest can only depend on God's will.

"I'll leave everything to you!"

At this time, His Royal Highness Prince Charles lowered his noble head and bowed slightly to these professors and experts.

Those expert doctors also knew that after accepting His Royal Highness the Prince's bow, there was no way out. They all put their right fists on their hearts, tapped them slightly, made the sword-holding gesture of a knight before setting out for battle, and said in a deep voice: "God bless England."

!God bless His Highness the Prince!”

Everyone knows that there is no way out, they can only fight against the odds!

They quickly established various medical teams and started preparations. The real surgeon was, of course, Dr. Fleming, and his assistant, the one with some gray hair, insisted on doing it from the beginning.

Dr. Charman during surgery.

A group of people came out of the conference room, left Buckingham Palace in a grand manner, and headed to Wellington Hospital.

…

Buckingham Palace, Chinese delegation lounge.

"Secretary Sun, they have come out and have made a decision. Next, they are going to Wellington Hospital to perform tumor removal surgery on His Royal Highness!" An official from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs hurried back and reported to Secretary Sun what he had just received.

information.

Secretary Sun did not speak, but looked at Yang Yunfan.

"Surgery? It's a bold decision!"

When Yang Yunfan heard this, he snorted and did not feel surprised.

If conservative treatment fails, the only option is to remove it surgically. However, because gliomas are invasive tumors that cannot be distinguished from normal brain tissue, the failure rate of surgery is too high.

He didn't believe that England's neurosurgery was of this level!

At this time, he stood up suddenly and said: "Secretary Sun, let's go to Wellington Hospital too!"

"good!"

Secretary Sun also stood up. He found that Yang Yunfan had something similar to fighting spirit in his body at this time.

When Secretary Sun was young, he was an official of the Ministry of Agriculture. Once he was sampling corn in the Central Plains. It happened that the flood broke the banks that year. He participated in a flood relief operation with the local leaders. Among those who carried sandbags and lined up the human wall, blocking the

He had seen the same thing with the People's Liberation Army soldiers in the flood embankment!

That is a will not to admit defeat.

It is the determination to fight against people and against heaven!

Having passed his forties, he looked at Yang Yunfan, and for some reason, he felt the same excitement that he had when he was young.

…

Wellington Hospital.

In the sterile and purified operating room of brain surgery, the operating lights were turned on, illuminating the icy blue operating room, which was completely bright.

More than a dozen medical staff were in their respective positions, all looking at Dr. Fleming.

"Start the operation. Give me the drill and drill holes first!" Dr. Fleming stretched out his hand to the surgical assistant on the side.

To perform brain tumor removal surgery, you must first drill holes and open the skull!

"blood pressure?"

"normal!"

"Heartbeat?"

"normal!"

"Intracranial pressure?"

"normal!"

"Okay, open the skull!"

While people were observing various vital indicators, Dr. Fleming continued to drill holes deeply and open Prince Philip's skull.

Dr. Charman stood next to Dr. Fleming, checking for him and filling in his gaps. If Dr. Fleming was exhausted, he would have to step in at any time!

…

At the entrance of the corridor outside the operating room, there was a row of royal guards standing.

They guarded the entire corridor to prevent stray people from entering, especially journalists from various countries.

At this time, near the operating room, in addition to members of the royal family, there were hereditary nobles and dignitaries from major families in England.

"God, you must bless His Highness the Prince..."

At this time, the English royal family was waiting outside. Everyone clasped their hands and prayed in their hearts.

"Mother, don't worry, father will be fine!" Prince Charles, accompanying Her Majesty the Queen, held her hand tightly and comforted her softly.

As the eldest son, he knew very well how good his parents' relationship was. If something happened to his father, it would be a disaster for his mother.

England cannot bear the loss of its founding father and its queen...

"Charles, don't accompany me, go and see your father! If anything happens, come back and tell me right away! I don't dare to go and see, I'm scared..." Her Majesty the Queen raised her head, her hands trembling a little, she

I have some bad premonitions in my heart.

"Okay. Mother, don't think too much! I'll go to the operating room and keep an eye on the experts to make sure they don't dare not contribute!"

Prince Charles nodded, then stood up and walked to an observation room outside the operating room. Here, he could clearly see the specific conditions inside the sterile operating room through the glass window.

At this time, Dr. Fleming was drilling holes and opening the skull for his father!

After all, although CT imaging technology has become very advanced, it is still not as good as the results seen with one's own eyes.

Craniotomy is to confirm the specific location of the tumor. It is also to better remove the tumor!

"Father, you must make it through!"

However, seeing his father's brain spurting out blood from time to time made Prince Charles feel very worried.

It felt like he was watching his father with his own eyes, sailing in the rough waves of the vast ocean in a small boat, and could be swallowed by the waves at any time. However, he was powerless and could only watch quietly.

"Crack!"

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly, the sound of drilling stopped.

Dr. Fleming carefully removed a piece of skull, then used an instrument to probe into His Highness the Prince's brain, and began to observe the tumor.

However, the more he observed, the less sure he felt.
Chapter completed!