Chapter 1380: Glory Belongs to Yang Yunfan

"Dr. Chris, are you really not mistaken?"

"Dr. Chris, please take a closer look! Is that really the case? I have some doubts!"

Dr. Charman and Dr. Fleming could not believe that this could be the case. Because they were in the operating room with Yang Yunfan just now, they watched him with their own eyes.

At that time, he was standing there, doing nothing!

So, the result shouldn't be like this.

As a result, there should still be many dense shadows left in the skull of His Royal Highness.

That's because Yang Yunfan's surgery just now didn't remove the glioma.

They are preparing to use this matter to expose Yang Yunfan's liars. However, at this time, they heard Dr. Chris's exclamation, which was difficult for them to accept.

Dr. Chris from the CT examination department didn't know what was going on in the operating room, and he looked at the CT image on the screen in amazement, and said, "Dr. Charman, Dr. Fleming, if you don't believe me, you can come and see for yourself." Originally, the hypothalamus of His Royal Highness the Prince, this area was covered with gray shades, and the area was very large, the size of a palm. ”

"But now, look at it again!"

The doctor at the CT examination office pointed to the monitor excitedly and said excitedly: "See? Don't you think it's incredible? This gray shade of the place is now as smooth as a mirror." The images show that the brain tissue here is very normal. It even makes me wonder if the CT scan I did for His Royal Highness a week ago was wrong?"

Of course, there was nothing wrong with that CT test.

All this, of course, because the operation was successful!

At this point, seeing the image on the CT monitor, Dr. Charleman and Dr. Fleming couldn't help but rub their eyes.

"It's really completely gone......" they watched three times, convinced they were not mistaken.

Then, they asked repeatedly, "Dr. Chris, take a look again, did the surgery cause a cerebral hemorrhage?"

Dr. Chris shook his head and smiled, "No, there was nothing wrong with the operation, and it didn't cause a cerebral hemorrhage. Really, it's a great operation! I've never seen a surgery of this calibre, it's like an art show, it's perfect!"

Speaking of which, Dr. Chris licked his lips and closed his eyes, as if he was imagining out of thin air, a conductor holding a scalpel and elegantly holding the baton of an orchestra, performing this operation in a chic and wanton manner. At that time, Chopin's dance music should still be playing in the operating room. Only a genius like Chopin is worthy of such a miracle doctor.

Dr. Chris turned his head to look at Dr. Fleming and Dr. Charleman, and smiled, "Both, although your surgical skills are also very high. However, compared to this one, it seems that you are still a little worse. Tell me, which of our new specialists at Wellington College did it? Dr. France, or Dr. Kenstein?"

When Dr. Charman and Dr. Fleming heard this, they immediately smiled wryly.

"It doesn't look like these two!"

Seeing the expressions of the two, Dr. Chris was suddenly a little surprised.

Then, with a strange look on his face, he muttered, "Could it be that we have a genius surgeon at Wellington Hospital?" but what other hospital in Europe has better doctors than our Wellington Hospital......?

Dr. Charman and Dr. Fleming, although they did not know what Yang Yunfan had done, removed Prince Philip's glioma.

However, at this time, they also had to thank Yang Yunfan.

Because, he did solve the complex surgery that they had difficulty solving. No matter what, they all owe Yang Yunfan a favor.

At this time, Dr. Charman glanced at Dr. Fleming and said, "Dr. Fleming, His Royal Highness Prince Charles is still waiting for your results report." ”

"Okay, I'll go right away. Thank you, Charman, my friend!" Dr. Fleming was stunned for a moment, and immediately came back to his senses, he knew that this time Dr. Charman had asked him to repay him.

This could slightly salvage some of his previous reputation in front of the royal family because of the unfavorable treatment. At least, now that Prince Philip's condition has improved, the original conservative treatment approach should let it go with the wind.

……

Outside the CT examination room, Prince Charles was waiting anxiously.

He saw that his father had just gotten off the operating table, and he was immediately pushed into the CT examination room, and if it weren't for the emergency, he would really have turned his face.

His father was the noble father of England, not a toy, so how could he be left to the hands of the doctors?

"How's it going?

At this time, seeing Dr. Fleming coming out of the CT examination room, Prince Charles hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Dr. Fleming's wrist, and asked anxiously.

Dr. Fleming's wrist was hurt by His Royal Highness the Prince's grasp, and at the same time, he also understood how angry Prince Charles was holding back in his heart. He couldn't help but feel a little lucky, thanks to Yang Yunfan who stepped forward, otherwise, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear the consequences.

Taking a deep breath, Dr. Fleming reluctantly showed a smile on his face and said, "His Royal Highness Prince Charles, after an examination just now, His Royal Highness's intracranial tumor has been completely removed by Dr. Yang Yunfan. The operation was a great success, and as expected, after the effect of the anesthetic had passed, His Royal Highness would wake up. Soon, he will be able to return to normal. ”

"Really?"

Prince Charles's face, which had always been gloomy, suddenly became joyful.

"There is no falsehood. I have checked the situation with several doctors. I have to say, this is indeed a miracle!" Dr. Fleming said respectfully.

In fact, he was feeling in his heart that this was a miracle, but it was not created by the doctors in England.

All these honors belong to the young miracle doctor from Huaxia, Yang Yunfan!

"Great! I'm going to tell Her Majesty about this!"

Prince Charles laughed, he didn't care who had the operation, as long as his father was fine.

However, soon, Prince Charles realized that he had made a slight gaffe, coughed, raised his head, and said to Dr. Fleming, in a London aristocratic tone, "Dr. Fleming, this time to treat my father, you have no merit and hard work, and our royal family will never treat those who are loyal to us." ”

With that, Prince Charles walked briskly towards the outside of the corridor.