Prime Minister's POV
"Doctor" I called weakly as he walked into my room
"You are getting worse Prime Minister" the doctor said as he walked up to my bedside.
"I actually agree, my head feels so heavy, I can hardly lift it up and I have a conference meeting tomorrow." I said.
"You'll have to forget the conference meeting, your scanning result came out you are diagnosed with Pituitary gland adenoma." He said.
"Pituitary what? Please speak a language I can understand."
"A benign tumor is growing on your pituitary gland at the base of your brain."
"How serious is it?" I asked.
"Very serious Mr Prime Minister, the tumor is on its last stage, I'm just surprised how it got to this stage without us noticing" he said.
"How can it be corrected? Do I need to take some pills or what?"
"It's not that simple Prime Minister, you have to undergo a surgery and this surgery is one of the most difficult surgery in history, few Neurosurgeon in the world can actually carry it out successfully cause they'll have to remove the tumor that's growing right on the surface of the pituitary gland through your nose without touching or hurting the Pituitary gland."
"What happens if the pituitary gland is touched?" I asked.
"The gland is the master gland in the body and it's very sensitive, touching it could do some serious damages. It's ability to produce the body's necessary hormones will be hindered, your brain functions might be affected, you body won't be able to function normal. In a lay man's word, you'll be a living corpse." The doctor said and I smiled.
"Wow, what if I refuse to do any surgery?"
"Then the tumor will kill your Pituitary gland and you will die." He said.
"This is amazing, if I don't undergo the surgery I die, if I undergo it, I might become a living corpse."
"Not necessarily, I told you there are few Neurosurgeons that can successfully perform the surgery. And lucky for us, there are two of those Neurosurgeons right here in London, Alexander Sanchez and Ryan Wilson.
"So I have to choose between Alexander Sanchez and Ryan Wilson on who's to perform my surgery?"
"Not really, Ryan is the only one available for us, the other has been stripped of his medical license recently" he said.
"But assuming Alex was still a Neurosurgeon, who are you certain will successfully carry out the surgery?" I asked and he kept quiet.
"Lemme guess, Alexander Sanchez" I said.
"Yes Prime Minister, though he's no longer a certified surgeon, we can't deny the fact that he is very smart and skilled. He has carried lots of difficult surgery successfully and I'm sure this surgery won't be a problem for him." He said and I sighed.
"Alex will never agree to operate on me doctor."
"Why?" He asked.
"You won't understand doctor, I am at a difficult crossroad." I said.
If I let Ryan operate on me, I stand a chance of becoming a living corpse cause he's not as skilled as Alex. But even if I am able to force Alex to operate on me, he might just kill me during surgery. And if I decide not to undergo the surgery at all, my death is certified.
What are you going to do William Sanders...?