Chapter 1,715 The King’s Last Days

Ring ring ring——

As soon as I lay down on the bed, the phone kept ringing in the silent castle.

Because of the annual meeting, everyone fell asleep after cleaning.

After the ring rang for the second time, Li Zitao had to lift off the quilt and go to the living room to answer the phone.

"I'm Charlie Lee."

"Dad, it's me, Mason..."

"What happened, Mason, are you okay?"

His tone was so heavy that Li Zitao couldn't help but become nervous.

"It's not me, I'm fine." After Mason finished speaking, he seemed to be taking a deep breath with a calm emotion, and said thoughtfully: "It's His Majesty the King. I'm afraid he doesn't have much time."

"Where's Elizabeth?" Li Zitao regained consciousness instantly and said with his brain spinning rapidly: "You must always be by her side, she needs you at this time."

"She's right here. She asked me to inform you." Mason said softly.

"Very good, don't say anything nonsense, stay calm... I'll arrange for the plane to leave now, and your mother will arrive soon," Li Zitao said.

"You can set off together tomorrow morning, there's no need to be in such a hurry," Mason said.

"I will take care of it... Tell Elizabeth that I feel very sad and ask her to be strong. The kingdom needs her."

"Okay, I'll pass on your regards."

"meet tomorrow."

"meet tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Dan was already standing in front of the door and said apologetically: "Sir, I'm late."

"You came just in time." Li Zitao said as he walked: "Wake Annie up and arrange a car and the fastest route for me. I want to go to London immediately."

"Let's do it now." Dan decisively turned around and left.

clang clang...

"Miss Anne, Miss Anne." After knocking on the door several times and receiving no response, Dan reluctantly pushed the door open.

Various documents were spread everywhere in the room, and Anne was sitting on the sofa with her back to the door.

"Miss Anne?" Dan walked up and saw that she was sitting on the sofa and asleep.

"Ah~Dan." Annie was pushed awake and said sleepily; "Is something wrong?"

"Sir, you are going to London. You need to prepare." Dan said.

"Now?" Annie asked, rubbing her face with her hands.

"Yeah, you gotta hurry up."

Before Dan could leave the room, Annie stood up quickly and ran to the bathroom.

After a while of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, Annie reappeared in the room, already wearing brand new clothes.

After picking up the perfume and spraying it on, Annie opened her handbag and took out the cooling oil, the Pokémon introduced to her by her senior Ava.

Applying it to her temples and the tip of her nose with her index finger, Annie took a deep breath, and the pungent smell immediately made her more awake.

Opening the door, Li Zitao, who had been tidied up, happened to pass by. Annie followed quickly, "BSS, what do you need me to do?"

"I have canceled all my schedule for this week, and told my wife's assistant that she has also canceled all her schedule. I have also prepared a flight to London for her tomorrow morning."

"What's the reason?" Annie quickly recorded.

"George VI is dying." Li Zitao said in a low voice.

Anne's eyes flashed with horror, she lowered her head and recorded quickly, but her heart was full of mixed emotions.

…

Li Zitao's flying fortress is not in Los Angeles. By the time it was transferred from New York and registered for departure, it was already dark.

"Madam, are you up?" Before leaving, Li Zitao called home.

Knowing that Mary and the children were still asleep, the crew was ordered to take off.

London, Buckingham Palace.

In the royal banquet hall, a heated argument broke out between the best doctor in the kingdom and Osborne's personal medical team.

Everything in the banquet hall was emptied, leaving only an operating bed and numerous medical instruments in the center.

Under the shadowless lamp, His Majesty the King was under anesthesia.

The quarrel between the two sides became increasingly fierce over which operation should be chosen to save His Majesty the King.

The royal doctors tend to operate by themselves and carry out treatment in accordance with the rules of the royal family. They have complete, mature and cautious treatment plans.

Osborne's private medical team believes that the surgery should be performed in a more effective and risk-controllable manner.

However, their so-called "controllable risk" seemed to the royal physician to be risking the king's life.

They are also betting on their own careers. Once any problems occur during the operation, everyone present will be held accountable.

Both sides hold their own opinions, and no one can convince the other.

So, they can only find someone to make the decision.

The Queen Mother and Queen, and His Majesty’s eldest daughter, Princess Elizabeth.

"I think we should listen to the royal doctors. They have been serving the royal family since their ancestors. There is no reason to trust an outsider." The Queen Mother said primly.

The queen was a little confused, but she also chose to trust the royal doctor.

Because as the Queen Mother said, their ancestors have been responsible for the health issues of the royal family for generations and have extremely rich experience.

Since the king's birth, the changes in his physical condition have been recorded at all times. No one knows the king's condition better than them, not even himself.

No matter from which point of view, choosing the Royal Physician of the Kingdom is the most appropriate choice.

Only Elizabeth believes that “Osborne is the top R&D medical institution in the United States and represents the world’s top medical level.

Although their plan is more dangerous, at least there is a chance of cure..."

According to the treatment plan of the royal physician, even if the operation was successful, my father would not survive long and would just linger on.

It's a pity that she is not a queen at this time, just a princess.

Osborne's medical team were excluded from the operation after the Queen Mother and Queen made the final decision.

"You are the real executioners." The leading expert said angrily, throwing away his hands and leaving the room.

Elizabeth glanced at her grandmother and mother and quietly chased after them.

"Please wait, Dr. Allen." Elizabeth stopped the other party at the door and asked worriedly; "Doctor, do you think their treatment plan won't work?"

"They are not saving the king's life, but saving their jobs." Seeing Elizabeth's sad expression, the doctor sighed.

"Even if the operation is successful, the King does not have much time. Your Highness, Princess, you should stay inside and spend more time with His Majesty."

"Then, after my father wakes up, can he have another treatment?" Elizabeth asked with only hope.

Allen looked at her apologetically, shook his head and said, "Your Majesty's body cannot withstand the second operation... I'm sorry."

Watching Dr. Allen leave, Elizabeth turned in front of the operating room door, clasped her hands and closed her eyes and prayed: "Merciful God, please bless my father..."