"Okay, you give them a reply later. I will attend the closing ceremony of the House of Lords on time."
Alan was curious about what interesting things would happen when so many people were specially invited to attend the closing ceremony.
…
Tuesday, December 22, 1992.
Tomorrow is the day when the House of Lords will hold its closing ceremony. Every year, the opening and closing ceremonies are the days with the largest number of attendees in the House of Lords and are also the most solemn.
Although the House of Lords has not yet reached the standard of the world's most luxurious nursing home as later rumored, the current situation is really similar. It is full of big masters, and they are not very enthusiastic about attending meetings. They only go there when there is something to do, and it is common not to go for several months when they are busy. Alan is like this.
He arrived in London a day in advance just to get enough energy to attend tomorrow's closing ceremony. You could also say he came to watch the show.
A few days ago, Boss Cha called him again. It was said that the Queen's health had improved a little recently, but her temper was very bad and she often got angry. It seemed that she was preparing to make an important speech at the closing ceremony.
As a result, Allen was even more looking forward to the closing ceremony.
Who doesn’t want to watch a big show before the New Year to have a good New Year?
Just think of this as the British version of the Spring Festival Gala.
…
It was around seven in the evening. Alan, who had just finished dinner with Kate and was about to take a shower, suddenly saw Xiao Shitou walk in with an anxious look on his face.
"Master...something happened. Butler Capel just sent someone to deliver a letter to you."
"Um?"
It's late at night, if you have something to say, why not call and send a message?
Alan frowned and took the letter from Xiao Shitou.
The white envelope was very ordinary. It was not the standard envelope that Boss Cha usually used. There was no text on it. It was just a blank envelope.
The opening is sealed tightly with wax.
Alan tore the envelope open directly, and the note inside contained a passage without a beginning sentence.
"The princess had an accident and is now being treated at St. Mater's Hospital."
Below is the specific address of St. Mater's Hospital.
"???"
Looking at this thing that looked more like a note than a letter, Alan thought for a long time before he realized that maybe something had happened to Diana.
Wow... You are so brave, you dare to do this kind of thing at this time. The closing ceremony will start tomorrow. This...
"Go prepare the car, and then..."
Alan squinted his eyes and thought about it. It was dark now, and he had to be careful on the road in the middle of the night. Although the note was handed over by Butler Capel, who knew if there would be any danger along the way?
Thinking of this, Allen added: "Bring more people with you. I need to go out for a while. Here's the address."
After saying that, he handed the note in his hand to Xiao Shitou.
"this?!"
Little Stone glanced at the contents of the note and was shocked. He was not very clear about the matter. In his understanding, Princess Diana was definitely one of their own. She was the young master's aunt!
Something unexpected happened at this time!
"Okay, Master. I'll arrange it right away!"
Xiao Shitou's anxiety was even visible on his face. He responded, turned around and trotted off to make the arrangements.
…
St. Martin's Hospital is neither a royal hospital nor a public hospital. It is a private hospital located in Hemel Hempstead, a small town in northwest London. This city has a long history, but it has always been small in scale. It was not until after the war that it began to develop. It currently has a population of about 50,000 to 60,000, making it a very small town in the vicinity of London.
But this is the only way for Diana to go home. She has to go all the way north from London, and she has to pass by this area on the highway.
It only took 40 minutes to get from Allen's manor in London because it was night and the traffic was not that heavy. Allen brought more than 30 bodyguards with him. The journey was smooth and there was no sign of the danger as imagined.
When we arrived at the hospital, it seemed like this St. Mat's Hospital was booked by someone. Even the door was not open, and there were people on guard around.
…
Alan's motorcade stopped at the hospital gate. The two security guards at the gate stared at the motorcade blankly. Without giving them time to think, several big men in black got out of the car, unabashedly pulled out guns from their waists, and said indifferently: "Hurry up and open the door, the Earl of Carmarthen is in the car!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Wait, wait... Barron, open the door! Where's the key... Where's the key?"
"I was just here, don't rush me."
The two security guards at the gate were already stunned by the pointing of several black guns. These people didn't look like good people and seemed willing to shoot at any time. They only encountered such a scene once a year. The security guard named Barron had a trembling voice when he spoke and was so nervous that he couldn't even find his keys.
…
As the electric retractable door slowly opened, the convoy entered Shengmate Hospital. Alan did not rush to get out of the car. He rolled down the window and ordered, "Go inside and see who is there. Tell me after all the dangers are eliminated."
"yes!"
Allen was answered by the sound of rustling footsteps. Five bodyguards hid on the side of the car while the others rushed into the hospital to check for safety.
Alan didn't dare to relax at all in such a place. His life was precious. The more dangerous the situation was, the more careful he had to be.
…
There are only three floors in St. Mat's Hospital. More than 20 bodyguards with guns clearly visible checked every floor, every room, under the beds, and even the cabinets. After checking each floor, two people would be left to guard, and the rest of the people would check each floor upwards. More than 20 minutes later, Alan had just lit a cigarette when five or six bodyguards came out of the hospital and walked to his car to report.
"Master... we have checked everyone inside. There are eight doctors, twenty nurses, two cleaners, four security guards, and the princess' driver is also inside. There is no danger."
"Um?"
There is something wrong with this number of people. Even if it is a private hospital, there shouldn't be so few people.
"What about the others?"
"The doctor in charge just now said that this place has been booked. Except for the doctor who is taking care of the princess, everyone else has been taken away. As for the others..."
The bodyguard who was speaking glanced outside the hospital intentionally or unintentionally, and continued: "We haven't found the other security personnel. They may be outside. Do we need to call them over?"
"No need, I'll go up."
After Allen finished speaking, the bodyguard took the initiative to open the car door for him and used his body to block the direction of the hospital gate to prevent outsiders from seeing Allen getting out of the car.
When the other bodyguards saw him open the door, they quickly jogged a few steps and surrounded Alan, who had just got out of the car, tightly, providing all-round protection.
…
It was around 8 o'clock in the evening at St. Mathe's Hospital, on the third floor VIP floor.
This floor has corresponding surgical facilities and super luxurious wards, which is convenient for patients with any diseases to come here for treatment and recuperation.
In the dim corridor, only two lights were on.
Following a burst of dense footsteps, a young man wearing a black windbreaker and with a gloomy face appeared at the end of the stairs.
Alan didn't take the elevator, but went up the stairs.
Looking at the dim corridor, the doctors in the distance were being treated by several bodyguards as if they were prisoners, standing obediently in two rows against the walls on both sides of the corridor.
When they heard the noise over here, they didn't even dare to turn their heads to look over here.
The person who came today was the most powerful person they had ever seen in their careers.
In the past, even if wealthy businessmen brought bodyguards with them, those bodyguards would not dare to be as arrogant as these big men in black.
Having a gun and having the courage to openly search a hospital with a gun are two different things!
…
"Who's the driver?"
An extremely cold voice echoed in the corridor. As the voice sounded, a timid nurse shuddered subconsciously and her eyes turned red.
"Me! I'm the driver..."
A timid voice, accompanied by a raised hand, caught Alan's attention.
"come over."
"yes!"
The driver didn't even dare to raise his head and walked carefully to Alan's side.
…
Looking at the driver's face, he is not the same driver as before. He looks quite young.
Alan couldn't remember the name of the previous driver. Anyway, he was a driver and bodyguard, serving his employer. He served and served, and he actually served **. Even if he served **, as long as he kept his mouth shut and didn't say anything, no one would care. But the driver actually used this matter as a topic of conversation after drinking and boasted to his friends...
Later... later he disappeared from this world. The driver in front of me must be a new one.
"When did my aunt have the accident, and how is she now?"
"Yes...it was the day before yesterday..."
The driver spoke cautiously, and no one knew what he was thinking. He just stretched out his right hand and showed Alan his right hand in plaster.
"The day before yesterday?"
Alan frowned. He thought that the incident had just happened here and Butler Capel informed him, but it turned out to be the day before yesterday?
The day before yesterday was Sunday?
"Yes... the day before yesterday afternoon, the princess attended a party hosted by a brand in London. After the party ended, around 5pm... we were on our way home when something happened."
"Go on, don't make me ask you, tell me the whole process... who was involved."
“Yes, yes, yes!”
"I... I felt something was wrong when I passed Wembley, but I didn't know what it was. Later, when I got here and waited for the traffic light, the car in front of me said that our car had rear-ended someone. When I got out of the car to look, I... I didn't know anything afterwards."
“…”
Alan raised his eyebrows. This routine sounds familiar.
Isn’t this the same trick his bodyguards used last month to kidnap that wallpaper hanger worker?
Is this something that someone has learned and is using right now?
Hold.
"As a driver, when you are outside, do you get off the car when someone asks you to?"
“I…I…”
Allen glanced at the loser with disgust, waved his hand and said, "Take him away for questioning. If he can't say anything...there's no need to keep this kind of loser."
"Ah? I..."
Before the driver could react, two bodyguards came up and grabbed his arms, lifted him up and dragged him to the public toilet at the end of the corridor.
"Please spare me! Please spare me, I don't know anything...ah!"
The driver had not even shouted out a few words to beg for mercy when there was a very dull thud. The driver whimpered and stopped struggling. The two bodyguards dragged him away like a dead dog.
…
The nurses and doctors nearby were so frightened by this scene that they dared not breathe.
They still don't know who the visitor is, and he's using this trick the first time they meet. The impression this person left on him is nothing but cruelty.
"Who is the doctor, the one who's in charge of my aunt?"
The cold voice sounded again, and one of the elderly men with white hair raised his hand tremblingly and said, "It's me."
He bravely looked up at Alan, then quickly lowered his head.
The old guy's psychological quality is still good. He analyzed a few key words from the words just now, aunt.
It seems that there is only one person in the whole of Britain who can call the girl inside "Auntie" and is addressed as "Your Excellency" by the driver!
The title of "Your Excellency" has a special meaning in Britain!
Not just anyone can be called Your Excellency. After combining other information, a name instantly appeared in the old man's mind.
"come over."
"Hello, Your Excellency. I am the attending physician responsible for the treatment of the princess. My name is George, George Carls."
The old doctor was very tactful. He walked up to Alan and introduced himself first.
"How is my aunt now?"
"Princess...Princess, when she was sent here, her condition was not very good. She had undergone surgery and was very weak. But don't worry, the other party's medical skills should be very good, and her life is not in danger now."
Alan didn't rush to ask Diana what happened, but asked her how she was first.
The order cannot be wrong. He has to do the whole act. Given his identity, it is normal for him to care about Diana's safety first and then other things.
…
"Leave a few people who need to take care of the princess, and the others don't have to stand here."
Alan seemed to be relieved and waved his hand, indicating that these people didn't need to stand there.
A few long sighs were heard, and then suddenly it became quiet again as if someone remembered something. Alan glanced over there and signaled the bodyguards to start clearing out the people until only Dr. George in front of him was left in the corridor.
Alan then asked, "I came in a hurry. What happened to the princess? Tell me in detail."
"yes!"
"The night before yesterday... around eight o'clock, I was on duty. The guard saw a van coming in. Several masked men got out of the van and carried the princess down. It was dark at the time and the guard didn't recognize them. He only notified our staff to pick them up. After they paid the money, they left. Until yesterday morning, another group of people came and booked the entire hospital. They asked us to take good care of the princess. Then it was your turn."
"Those people...didn't leave any information?"
"No."
Doctor George shrugged. Private hospitals are well-informed. What kind of patients with strange quirks have they not seen? As long as you pay, they will see you. The more you pay, the better the service. As for the rest, they can't do anything about it.
"So what was the surgery you just mentioned that she had before she was sent here?"
"This..." Doctor George thought about it, his face twitching. He didn't know how to say it, or maybe he was afraid that if he said it, the noble lord in front of him, who was obviously worried about the princess's condition, would vent his anger on him!
"explain!"
"Yes... yes..." Dr. George gritted his teeth and whispered a few words: "Hysterectomy."
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