Half an hour!

Dr. Fleming spent half an hour searching all angles and trying several times, but he was unable to do it in the end!

He felt his eyes were a little blurry and wiped them.

He wanted to concentrate again, but he felt dizzy in his head. He knew that under such circumstances, he would definitely not be able to undergo the operation.

"Doctor Charman, why don't you give it a try..." Dr. Fleming was defeated, with a begging look on his face, and looked at Dr. Charman next to him.

"OK!"

Dr. Charman saw that Dr. Fleming's face was a little pale, and his eyes were blank, as if he could not focus. He knew that this was because the observation just now consumed Dr. Fleming's huge mental power.

At this time, he took the instrument, walked onto the operating table, took a deep breath, and looked down for a while.

However, the more he observed, the more he was frightened. The growth of the tumor was too complicated and he was not sure.

Shaking his head slightly, Dr. Charman chose to give up. He sighed: "Doctor Fleming, I am not sure. The growth of this tumor is too complicated. If you forcefully remove the tumor, it will only put His Highness the Prince in greater danger! As doctors, we should not consider it just for our reputation."

"well……"

Hearing this, Dr. Fleming's face turned pale and knew that he had lost everything this time!

Reputation, status, glory... He lost all this issue!

He said disheartenedly: "You can sew the skull."

Dr. Charman nodded, took the surgery and prepared to suture the skull.

This move indicates that the operation failed!

A total failure!

I opened my head, looked at it, and then stitched it back. It looked like a farce no matter how I looked.

All the medical staff present shook their heads and sighed, feeling the atmosphere was very heavy!

...

Inside the observation room.

Prince Charles was expecting Dr. Fleming to surprise him.

However, he never expected that he would see such a terrible scene.

His father's skull was like a trash can, and he was casually opened. After observing it, he did nothing and closed it again.

This scene is like a homeless man on the streets of London. He found a trash can, then turned it open and searched it, and finally found that there was no valuable thing in the trash can. He shook his head and closed the trash can again!

Dr. Fleming's actions made Prince Charles very angry!

"Bang bang!"

Prince Charles pounded the glass excitedly and roared: "What are you doing? Don't continue the surgery yet! Don't stop! Continue, continue!"

"Your Highness, please calm down. If you forcefully continue the surgery and remove the tumor, if you fail, Your Highness may be in danger of your life, or you may become a vegetative person and will never wake up..." The doctor in the observation room couldn't help but explain a few words.

Prince Charles clenched his fists and clamped his bones with a clattering sound.

His reason told him that Dr. Fleming's approach was right, but he could not accept his father emotionally, and there would be no cure for him.

If you don’t undergo surgery, you can only wait to die!

Three months or half a year?

Do you want him to watch his father wait for death on the hospital bed?

At this time, Prince Charles couldn't help but roar, "No! I won't accept it! You guys continue the operation! I don't care about the process, in short, I must succeed! Otherwise, I will send you all to the gallows!"

...

"What's wrong?"

"Is Prince Charles yelling?"

In the quiet operating room, Prince Charles' roar suddenly broke out.

The royal family members who were waiting outdoors heard it clearly.

What can cause Prince Charles to roar must be about His Highness's operation.

"Can't it..."

Everyone's hearts were filled with a slight slap. Is this worst situation finally coming?

"Phillip, my love..." Her Majesty the Queen heard Prince Charles' heart-wrenching roar, and suddenly felt her heart slowly sinking, as if she was about to sink into hell. Tears involuntarily slid down from her eyes.

At this moment, the sadness in her heart was endless.

...

Not far away.

Yang Yunfan heard this movement.

"It seems that they failed!"

Yang Yunfan's eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for finally arrived!

At this time, he slightly tidied up his clothes and stood up.

Before he walked to the Royal Guard, he spoke loudly and said: "People with brain glioma have a pale complexion and are in great pain, speak intermittently, and have difficulty walking. If no one supports him, they will fall down in two or three steps. Insomnia, appetite loss, and urine and defecation all need help."

"In our traditional Chinese medicine, this phenomenon is called "phlegm condenses and clears the orifices, and becomes a tumor, dizziness and pain... If you want to treat it, the best way is to remove the tumor. However, if the tumor cannot be removed, it is necessary to strengthen the spleen and remove dampness, eliminate tumors and relieve pain!"

"My Chinese traditional Chinese medicine put forward a great view in the "Huangdi Neijing·Lingshu·Nine Needles and Twelve Yuans" two thousand five hundred years ago."

"Even if the disease is long, it can still be eliminated. Those who say that they cannot be cured have not yet obtained the technique."

"The meaning of this sentence is very clear. Although His Highness's fault is very serious and very serious. However, there is no incurable disease in the world! Anyone who cannot be cured is just because he does not have enough medical skills!"

"Obviously, Dr. Fleming's medical skills have not reached that level yet!"

...

Behind the Royal Guard, Her Majesty the Queen's face changed slightly when she heard this.

She raised her head, her eyes swaying in tears, and asked the person beside her, "Who is this person talking?"

A close servant rushed forward and bowed and said, "Go back to Her Majesty the Queen, you are the Chinese miracle doctor, Yang Yunfan."

"Chinese?"

Her Majesty the Queen frowned slightly and did not take it seriously!

"Her Majesty, please don't underestimate this person."

After pondering for a while, the servant continued: "Last year in southern Hunan, this genius doctor Yang Yunfan cured a patient with advanced brain cancer. The severity of his condition was comparable to that of His Royal Highness the Prince. At that time, this incident caused a sensation all over the world."

"In March this year, he cured a leukemia patient in Donghai City, China. However, for some reason, this matter was suppressed by the local government! I also learned from the secret information. Maybe the patient's identity is quite special."

"In addition, two months ago, he cured a Navy SEAL officer in the United States. The officer was poisoned by medulla and quadriplegia, which was a very serious neurosurgery trauma. However, the officer has been cured now and has come to my England a few days ago and has communicated with my Royal Air Force Special Forces!"

"And a month ago, he cured the symptoms of severe stroke aphasia paralysis of a Fujiwara family in Tokyo, Japan. This was another neurosurgery miracle. I remember that the lady held an art exhibition in Tokyo a few days ago, and her recovery was no different from that of ordinary people!"

"And a week ago, he conquered uremia in Donghai City, China, and solved the biggest problem about kidney disease in the history of world medicine. Moreover, the paper has been published, which shocked the entire medical community. If he had conquered this project a few months earlier, perhaps this year's Nobel Prize in Physiology would be Yang Yunfan!"

"He is so powerful..."

When Her Majesty the Queen listened to Yang Yunfan's resume, she thought she was listening to a legendary story!

When she heard it at the end, she realized something was wrong.

His face gradually became colder.

She couldn't help but stand up, and said in a chill voice: "Since he is so powerful, why isn't he in the operating room?"

"This..." The attendant certainly didn't know the reason.

However, he probably understood that as the most powerful miracle doctor experts in the British Empire, they were contemptuous of a doctor from China.

What's more, the Chinese doctor looked so young, and he was good at the ancient Chinese traditional Chinese medicine.

Ancient means backward ideas.

However, ancient things have always existed and have not been eliminated by history, and there are always reasons for it. At present, it seems that this young Chinese miracle doctor has mastered unique medical skills!

Her Majesty the Queen, although she did not see it with her own eyes, she could already guess through Prince Charles' roar, what kind of pain her husband was suffering in the operating room. And the English quack doctors, no matter how beautiful they said in advance, could only make up their incompetence at this time.

Yang Yunfan, perhaps her last hope!

As soon as she thought of this, Her Majesty the Queen suddenly dragged her fluffy and wide louvered skirt and ran to Yang Yunfan in small steps.

"Her Majesty the Queen..."

When the Royal Guard saw Her Majesty coming, he looked solemn. He took a step back and then made way out of a path for Yang Yunfan to pass, while bowing to express his respect.

"Are you Dr. Yang from China?"

Her Majesty the Queen is already very old. She trotted for a while in excitement and felt a little tired.

She looked at the young and overly overdoctor in front of her. His appearance was very handsome, with black and shiny eyes, heroic eyebrows like swords, and a high nose bridge. Even if he was a yellow man, His Highness could feel his handsomeness.
To be continued...