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Inside the palatial Buckingham Palace.

Her Majesty sat on a sofa, her face a little pale.

Her eyes were a little red and swollen, probably just crying, which made her, who was already old, look even more withered.

In the huge room, in addition to the queen, there were many princes and princesses of England. When Prince Philip fainted yesterday, the Queen told everyone to rush back. Even if they weren't in England, they would have taken the fastest flight back.

At this time, these princes and princesses all felt that the atmosphere in the room was very depressing, but they didn't dare to speak, and they all looked at Her Majesty quietly.

"Mother, father, how is he doing?" Prince Charles said anxiously, wiping the sweat from his face.

He had been hunting in Scotland, but when he heard the news in the early hours of the morning, he hurriedly flew back, and had just arrived here by car from the airport.

He ran all the way into the palace, his face covered with sweat.

But at this moment, he does not have the majesty and dignity of being a crown prince, only the nervousness of being a son.

"Charles, I'm glad you're back! Her Majesty saw her favorite son, the future Emperor of England, and she barely bothered to brace her spirits, waved her hand, and motioned for Prince Charles to go.

"Mother, I'll quit first!" said Prince Charles bowed slightly, then exited the room.

He made it to the end of the palace with great skill.

There is a medical room with the most advanced medical equipment in the world today. He bought it from all over the world, because his parents were very old, and he was afraid that one day they would die, so he made a lot of preparations.

Over the years, he has purchased a lot of advanced equipment and even set up a small medical team in Buckingham Palace.

The medical conditions here are comparable to the best emergency centres in England.

"Your Royal Highness, Prince!" After seeing the visitor, the attendants guarding the door hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Prince Charles waved his hand, signaling that they didn't need to be polite.

He stepped forward and looked through the glass window to see what was going on inside the emergency room.

Prince Philip was lying on the bed, with a respirator in his mouth and many instruments inserted in his body, monitoring Prince Philip's vital signs.

Although Prince Philip had passed the dangerous period at this time, it could be seen that his life was coming to an end. Inside the ward, there was an icy aura, like the smell of death.

"Father's ......"

At this moment, Prince Charles, as the son of man, had some indescribable grief in his heart. Tears couldn't help but slip down his eyes.

Looking back, he wiped away his tears, he still needed to maintain the grace and dignity of a prince.

"Where are the doctors?" After wiping away his tears, His Royal Highness suddenly felt some anger in his heart! His own father is like this, and there is no doctor guarding him? If something happens, who can take responsibility?

The guard didn't dare to look directly into Prince Charles's angry eyes, lowered his head, and whispered: "His Royal Highness's illness has always been treated by Dr. Fleming, and Dr. Fleming is in the small conference room upstairs at the moment, as if he is discussing the treatment plan with some experts!"

"Discuss a treatment plan?"

Prince Charles groaned for a moment, and then, he nodded, "You guys continue to guard, I'll go upstairs and have a look!"

"Do as the prince commands!"

The two guards bowed down until His Royal Highness the Prince left, then raised their heads, looked at Prince Philip in the ward, and sighed slightly.

They know that, Your Royal Highness, there is not much time left.

The English, perhaps, are ready for the grief of losing their father of the nation.

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At Buckingham Palace, in a small conference room, there was a heated argument going on.

"Surgery is necessary! If surgery is not performed immediately, the cancer cells are likely to spread throughout the body! At that time, there will really be no cure!" A doctor with gray hair, but a very high tone, kept slapping the table and shouting.

This is an excellent neurosurgeon who knows how harmful this disease is. There is little that can be done except surgery!

However, opposite him, a brown-haired, dressed in a suit, who looked like an academic doctor, slapped the table angrily when he heard this, and shouted: "Surgery? Haven't you seen a CT scan? Tumors are indistinguishable from normal brain tissue!"

"If you want to remove the tumor, you have to expand the scope of the excision. However, this is very likely to make His Royal Highness the Prince a vegetative state! Can you take on this responsibility? Charman, can you afford it?"

Hearing this, the gray-haired doctor was speechless for a while.

He thought for a while, then sat down angrily and said, "I can't afford this responsibility! However, without surgery, I can assert that His Royal Highness will not live for more than three months!"

His words, that brown hair, the academic doctor was also speechless. Because the doctor named Charman said things that were similar to what he expected.

However, in this room, what everyone says is advice, and the real decision is in the hands of Dr. Fleming.

At this time, he looked sharply at the middle-aged man sitting in the center, a middle-aged man with a somewhat bald head, a hooked nose at the same time, and a very gloomy face, and said: "Doctor Fleming, you are the attending physician of His Royal Highness the Prince, you can decide!"

Hearing this, Dr. Fleming's face became more and more gloomy.

He glanced around, and all the doctors looked at him. He seemed to hear the voice in their hearts: "Let this unlucky guy carry the black cauldron." ”

Seeing this scene, how dare Dr. Fleming speak, and his heart couldn't help but go crazy at this time: "I will never carry this black cauldron! The quack doctor who killed Prince Philip, no, I will definitely not carry this black cauldron!"

"Guys, can you let me say something? maybe, I have a way!"

At this moment, just as everyone was silent, a young man with black hair and yellow skin stood up in the corner.

He was very tall and had a formidable aura.

His face was very handsome, his smile was very sunny, and he had been sitting quietly in that dark corner, making everyone ignore his presence. However, as soon as he spoke at this time, the strong self-confidence revealed in his words, as well as the unique vigorous and enterprising temperament of the young man, made people have to look sideways.

At this time, everyone looked at him together, and they were very strange, who is this young man?

Black hair, yellow skin?

Could it be a Chinese?