Thomson picked up the cup, took a sip of water, placed it on the table, stroked his palms and straightened his body with his top.

Although he was furious just now, he was surprisingly calm and began to tell in a steady tone.

Here, we might as well organize what he said and show you a story.

December 1, 2018, Munich, Germany.

Langgeyue Hotel, in the conference room on the third floor, there were bright lights, nearly a thousand experts and scholars, the heads of the ** and other relevant personnel gathered, and the World Climate Change Summit was held as scheduled.

The forum aims to reach a consensus on mitigating global climate change and turn the consensus reached into a feasible plan to promote the common prosperity and prosperity of human society.

On the left side of the rostrum is a speech table, about one meter high and painted in dark red. Behind the rostrum is the projection, and the content of the computer PPT is displayed simultaneously on the projection. M President Philippe made his speech in lengthy and empty

After his speech, meteorological scientists from various countries took to the speech seat in sequence and introduced their research results on climate change in recent years.

As a senior expert of the World Meteorological Organization, Thomson sat in the third row below the stage, near the aisle, only one place away from Professor Feng Zhiyu. He was not interested in the speech of the head of M country, but he was eager to learn about it.

Professor Feng Zhiyu's latest achievements, so he raised his head from time to time and aimed at Professor Feng Zhiyu.

When the name "Wind Word" was displayed on the big screen, the conference host stood up with a microphone and introduced the situation of Wind Word. There were warm applause in the venue, like a tide, and everyone looked forward to it.

Thomson saw that Feng Zhiyu was very excited, his face turned slightly red, and he stood up from his seat with a stack of paper in his hand, as if he was going to complete a glorious and arduous task.

Just as Feng Zhiyu walked around the seat and walked behind Thomson. When he came to the aisle, his head slanted and his steps staggered. He hurriedly reached out to support the table, covered his heart with one hand, and almost fell to the ground.

The paper fell on the carpet. Then, his face was pale, his breathing was rapid, his sweat was hanging on his forehead, and his whole body began to twitch.

Everyone was shocked and at a loss. Thomson was shocked when he saw this scene, but quickly calmed down. He jumped up, held Feng Zhiyu's arm, waved to the host, and turned around and shouted

After saying a word, the security personnel immediately ran over.

Two security personnel ran over quickly, one reached out to hold Feng Zhiyu, and the other grabbed the conversation on his waist and called for help from the medical staff outside the field.

The host who was used to big scenes turned his head in another direction and talked about topics about humans and the environment so as to give security personnel time to deal with it.

While waiting, Thomson held his arm, took out his handkerchief, and wiped the spit on the corner of his mouth.

Thomson turned his head and glanced at his position, and found a pack of homemade tea bags next to the cup. He thought about it thoughtfully.

The medical staff ran a stretcher and ran into the venue. Four doctors wearing white masks and grass-green clothes quickly ran into the hall, came to Feng Zhiyu, opened his eyelids, looked, and pressed.

Renzhong acupoint, then placed him flat on the stretcher, knelt down, and started artificial respiration. After Feng Zhiyu's breathing was slightly stable, the four people hurriedly lifted the stretcher and followed the steps on one side of the conference room, and walked quickly.

Go out.

Thomson bent down, picked up the paper scattered in the aisle, put it in his handbag, leaned over, took Feng Zhiyu's tea bag, put it in his pocket, and walked out with the medical staff.

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The ambulance drove to the Munich Medical Center, pulling the harsh whistle and flashing red lights. The vehicles and pedestrians next to them avoided each other.

Feng Zhiyu was sent to the ICU. Thomson sat on a chair outside the ward, took out the report in his bag and studied it carefully. To his surprise, the conclusion in the report was blank, maybe there was no conclusion, it was just a

It was conjecture, so Professor Feng did not make a clear conclusion, which was in line with his calm and rigorous personality.

Thomson was disappointed and looked at the silent corridor and fell into deep thought.

About half an hour later, Feng Zhiyu was pushed out of the ICU. He lay on a hospital bed with a thin light green quilt. He woke up, his face returned to normal, and his hands were exposed. When he saw

When Thomson was about to have a smile on his lips, showing a look of gratitude.

Thomson grabbed Feng Zhiyu's hand, held the bed, and followed him into the ward. Perhaps because of his age, Feng Zhiyu was a little tired, and the medical staff suggested that he rest more.

So, after a few simple words with the medical staff, Thomson lay in Professor Feng Zhiyu's ear, said goodbye, and walked out of the ward.
Chapter completed!