Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1451 - 1450

Late at night, on a street in London, a Georgian-style building.

A group of gentlemen in suits hurriedly walked in. These were the current cabinet ministers of the United Kingdom, and this building was the Prime Minister’s Mansion. These cabinet ministers were sleeping at home until late at night when they suddenly received a secret order from the Prime Minister to come for a meeting.

The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom was named John Parkinson.

As soon as the ministers entered, they saw John Parkinson looking worried.

"There’s something I must gather you all here for late at night because it is of crucial importance. Tomorrow, maybe even as early as tomorrow morning, the whole world might be shocked by it."

John Parkinson said.

The ministers exchanged glances. What had happened that made the Prime Minister so anxious that he had to convene a cabinet meeting in the middle of the night?

"I believe you all have heard rumors about Her Majesty the Queen..." John Parkinson said.

"Oh?"

Everyone showed a look of surprise. Could it be that the Prime Minister called them here because of an issue with Her Majesty the Queen? What was happening to Her Majesty?

John Parkinson said, "What you’ve heard about the Queen is true. Her health has indeed not been good recently, or more accurately, not good at all."

Earlier, news had spread in the United Kingdom about the Queen’s poor health, and there were even rumors that the Queen had passed away.

The Royal Family quickly refuted the rumors, stating that the Queen was in good health and advising the public not to listen to rumors. As for the truth, no one knew, but it had been a long time since the Queen had been seen in public.

"The fact that the Queen is ill, apart from the Royal Family members, only I am aware of. Yes, the Queen has been ill and has been receiving secret treatment for some time now," John Parkinson said.

The ministers, seeing the Prime Minister’s expression and tone, knew it was not a good situation.

"What do the doctors say?" a cabinet minister asked.

John Parkinson looked over; it was his Inner Minister, Michael.

John Parkinson shook his head, "You know, Her Majesty’s doctor is one of the best doctors in this country, if not the world, Dr. Watson."

"Ah? It’s Dr. Watson!"

"Dr. Watson’s medical skill is indeed, to a certain extent, representative of the highest level in the world!"

"So, Dr. Watson is the one treating the Queen. Just hearing that makes one feel assured."

The ministers commented one after another.

John Parkinson said, "So you should be aware that Dr. Watson is the most authoritative. Tonight, Dr. Watson told me that the Queen’s condition has deteriorated rapidly, and we must be prepared. The Queen might not make it till dawn."

"Ah!"

The crowd was shocked.

John Parkinson said, "So, you should be able to understand what this means. This will be one of the most sensational events in the world of this century. We must handle it well. We need to be prepared now, just waiting for news from the Royal Family side. Now, I’d like to hear everyone’s opinions. You can all speak freely now."

With that, these ministers who held the highest power in the United Kingdom began discussing the Queen’s matters after her passing.

The conclusion reached by Dr. Watson could be said to be set in stone.

Meanwhile.

In a villa in the countryside on the outskirts.

Lin Fan sat by the bedside of the most powerful woman in the United Kingdom, with three silver needles placed on the Queen’s acupuncture points, performing the Xuanmen Acupuncture Technique.

Catherine watched from the side, her face full of expectation. The scene before her was not unfamiliar; it was this magical acupuncture that Lin Fan used last time to save her brother.

However, the gentleman in a suit beside them clearly wore a worried expression, not trusting Lin Fan.

He was the chief steward of the British Royal Family, and Catherine was the Queen’s life assistant, specifically responsible for her daily life. They were the closest inner ministers by the Queen’s side.

If Dr. Watson hadn’t already issued a critical condition prognosis for Her Majesty, and if Miss Catherine hadn’t adamantly insisted, he would never have allowed an unknown person to mess with the Queen.

As the old saying in Huaxia goes, ’treat a dead horse as if it were alive’, so now they were letting Lin Fan have a try. After all, it wouldn’t end any worse; what if!

Seeing Miss Catherine’s high regard for Lin Fan, the steward could only agree.

"Miss Catherine, why do you hold such high esteem for this young man from Huaxia?" the steward couldn’t help but curiously ask Catherine.

Catherine said, "Let me tell you something. Some time ago, my brother, who loved traveling around the world, got sick after returning from Iceland. He was critically ill, and although we spent a million pounds and consulted many doctors, nothing helped. The Queen saw me worried and asked what was wrong. I truthfully told Her Majesty. The Queen said she allowed Dr. Watson to treat my brother. So, I brought Dr. Watson to see my brother, but as a result, Dr. Watson said he was at a loss because he had never encountered a case like my brother’s and concluded that my brother was incurable. But then... we were fortunate to meet Mr. Lin. Now, my brother is lively and well, as if nothing happened. Two days ago, he boarded a plane to Northeast Huaxia. Can you believe it, just a few days ago, he was declared incurable by the best doctors and hospitals in the world."

The steward was stunned. Could this young man from Huaxia really be that incredible?

No wonder Miss Catherine insisted on dragging him out in the middle of the night to Chinatown.

Who would have thought that a young man from an unassuming herbal medicine shop in Chinatown would become the last hope for the Queen? If he truly could cure the Queen, it would be equivalent to changing the course of history.

Some people are destined to change the world, and Lin Fan is such a person.

No one knew how much time had passed.

Lin Fan finally stopped, putting away the three silver needles.

Attempting to save a naturally aging, dying person was like fighting against fortune, destiny, and death itself, stealing heavenly secrets, life, and vitality.

From this perspective, a healer is a warrior!

Even though Lin Fan possessed top-tier medical skills, undertaking such an act against destiny was somewhat exhausting, requiring much of his mental energy.

Fortunately, Lin Fan had a strong force within himself to support his actions.

If it had been someone else, not only might they have failed, but they would also have likely suffered severe consequences, shortening their own life, making it all not worth the trouble.

Yet the powerful Lin Fan only felt a bit tired. After a good meal and some sleep, he’d be full of energy again.

Sadly, no one in this world knew how terrifyingly skilled Lin Fan truly was.

Of course, the results Lin Fan achieved were enough to make people kneel down and sing his praises.

The elderly white woman, who was on the brink of death, astonishingly turned rosy-faced. Under the shocked gaze of Catherine and the steward, the Queen opened her eyes.

"Oh, my God!" Catherine cried out in excitement.

The steward was already wide-eyed, completely bewildered, "Is this some kind of miracle!"

The elderly white woman opened her eyes, looked at Lin Fan, then at Catherine.

"Miss Catherine, am I dreaming? Who is this incredibly handsome young man?" the Queen said humorously.