December 8, Wolhua Island, Wolhwa Palace.

A medical analysis report ----- taught by the Whisper of the Wind, neatly placed on a table in the hall on the first floor, and Mr. Thomson sat in a chair with his chin in his hand, thinking about the contents of the report.

"Professor Wind Whisper, suffering from an atypical respiratory disease, this disease is extremely rare, after consulting the archives, I learned that this is an endemic disease in the Himalayas, and when the disease is severe, it can induce myocardial infarction, and Artemisia chrysanthemum is an important inducing item. ”

"This respiratory disease usually has no symptoms and is usually triggered by allergens. ”

"According to the analysis of a high-precision analyzer, 99.99% of the material in the tea bag is composed of green tea, and 0.01% is mixed with Artemisia chinensis. It is highly likely that Artemisia aureus as an allergen caused Professor Whisper of the Wind's respiratory illness. ”

"Golden Artemisia", Thomson kept repeating in his mouth, his eyes flashed, and a brilliant plan was generated in his mind.

His hand pressed the button on the table and said, "Call Dr. George." ”

A few seconds later, an image of Dr. George appeared on the projection screen----- with a pale face, earthy yellow hair, and a timid expression.

"What do you command, sir?"

"I need you to do an experiment. ”

"Please instruct. ”

"For respiratory diseases such as the Whisper of the Wind, different doses of Artemisia auredia are added to test the patient's degree of response. ”

"It takes a while to test an experiment, and it is impossible to complete it in a short period of time. ”

"Give you three months. ”

"Comparative trials require finding similar patients, which is very difficult to do, sir. ”

"I don't care. ”

"This kind of experiment is extremely dangerous and can kill people. ”

"I don't care, I want results!" Thomson continued, "I need a precise data------- the amount of artemisia inhaled by the patient can induce him to enter a state of suspended animation due to myocardial infarction----- due to shortness of breath and rapid blood pressure drop, but we can restore his vital signs again by unconventional means, understand?"

"Yes, sir. I'll do it right away. ”

As George's voice became quieter, his image vanished.

Thomson paced up and down with his hands behind his back, and stood in front of the window, and through the wide glass window, he saw that huge waves were rising on the distant sea, as if many small boats were beginning to rock.

February 5, 2019, New York, National Institute of Meteorological Sciences.

Immediately after the 2018 Hurricane Florence Wrap-up Meeting, Professor Thomson received a call from Dr. George.

Back in the office, he locked the door tightly, unbuttoned the top button of his light blue cotton and linen shirt, frowned slightly, pinched his chin with his crossed fingers, and sat in the chair for a long time.

Finally, he stood up, walked over to a tall safe, took out the key, opened the cabinet, and pulled out a study from the innermost part, which was the result of his latest research.

Then, page by page, he saw the important point, put his fingers on it, his eyes shining, and a smile on his face.

The sun shone on the glass windows, shining brightly, shining on the green pothos leaves on the windowsill, and a piece of life was full of life.

As a veteran scientist, he understands what it means to make his opponents unreservedly available to his opponents the results of his research over the years and the basic information he has gathered, but it is worth all the sacrifices for the sake of great things.

He opened the drawer under his desk, found a few sheets of light gray coated paper with the prince's cards, laid them flat on the table, and reached for a fountain pen from the pen holder. Comparing the research report with the data on the computer, he began to write, and in a short time, a sheet of paper was filled.

Three hours later, Thomson put down his pen, twisted his neck, stood up, walked to the window, and continued to look out at the vast sea.

He walked back to his desk, stuffed the manuscript paper, along with a research report, into a paper file bag, patted the seal lightly, and wrote: Professor Feng Zhiyu of the Institute of Atmospheric Sciences of the Chinese Academy of Sciences received.

He opened the drawer, took out a 1.5-gram pack of "Golden Artemisia" prepared in advance, poured it into a water cup, carefully put in water and shook it well, then took out a cotton swab and evenly applied the mixture to the manuscript paper.

A trace amount of succinylcholine------ a muscle relaxant, is essentially a man-made, more potent form of strychnine. It makes the muscles, including the diaphragm, stop functioning, making people unable to breathe, speak, and move, and the heart quickly enters a state of hypoxia, which is actually a serious induced heart disease, and the user will feel very uncomfortable, but if the dosage is controlled, it will enter a state of false sudden death, which is also the effect that Thomson wants to get. What satisfies him the most is that succinylcholine will be metabolized in the body, although it is not sufficient, but it can only be detected by top pathologists through toxicology scans, and the safety is very high.

Thomson sent the mail, like a drifting bottle in the ocean, waiting for it to be hit.