One week later.

Gaborone Municipal Hospital.

Although the cytotoxin in Anthony Christopher's body has been relieved, the organ damage caused by the toxin still needs to be recuperated for a period of time before it can recover, but now it can walk in the ground.

Anthony Christopher, wearing a hospital gown and a thick circle of gauze wrapped around his neck, sat on a rattan chair and looked at the African goldfish in the pond.

The housekeeper Fred stood aside and bowed slightly, "The only ones found at the moment, but they have nothing to do with Miss Morgan, she is completely kept in the dark."

Anthony Christopher nodded after a while, and said hoarsely: "Don't tell her about this matter."

Fred: "I got it sir."

Anthony Christopher pondered for a moment, then turned around and asked slowly, "By the way... I asked you to ask me for a date with Dr. Zhou, how about it?"

Because of the trachea, he has been unable to speak these days, so naturally he cannot call Zhou Wen in person.

Fred said respectfully: "Dr. Zhou is on a medical consultation and cannot come for the time being."

Anthony Christopher nodded, "That's it, I'll thank you later in a few days... ahem."

Before he finished speaking, Anthony Christopher felt a little itchy in his throat and couldn't help but cough a few times.

Fred quickly said, "Sir..."

Anthony Christopher waved his hand and signaled that it wouldn't matter.

"Tell me about Dr. Zhou."

"Okay, sir! I learned some public information before. In fact, Dr. Zhou is much more powerful than reported in the news. He is an authoritative expert in the field of biovirus in China..."

...

To the south of Gaborone, the largest city in South Africa is less than 300 kilometers in a straight line: Johannesburg.

In a luxurious building, a middle-aged Nordic man wearing a polo shirt and bearded are playing indoor golf, while a secretary-like man wearing gold-rimmed glasses is making a report.

"The beginning and end have been cleaned up, and we will never find it on our heads..."

After the male secretary with glasses finished speaking, the Nordic man let out a "slap" and swung his harshly.

Then the Nordic man put down the club and smiled and said, "He is lucky this time."

The male secretary of glasses asked, "What should I do with that Chinese doctor?"

The Nordic man said, "How to deal with what? I still have to teach you this kind of thing. Of course, I want to find a way to cooperate with his company."

"But..." the male secretary of glasses hesitated and said, "If it weren't for him, our plan would have been successful."

"So you plan to kill him to vent your anger?" The Nordic man asked back and said, "How many years have you been with me?"

The male secretary of glasses hesitated: "Uh...8 years."

The Nordic man lit a cigarette and said, "You have been with me for 8 years. When have you ever seen me killing people purely to vent my anger?"

The cold sweat came out from the forehead of the male secretary with glasses, and he lowered his head and said, "No...No."

Nordic man: "Since there isn't, why did you ask this question? Are you swelling, or do you think I'm now a murderous BT?"

The male secretary of glasses lowered his head: "Yes...I'm sorry, Mr. Barov."

The Nordic man had a lot to say, but finally said: "Remember, violent means are the last resort. Before that, we were businessmen who abide by the rules and law. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

...

...

In a village 100 cm east of Gaborone.

Li Feng, Lu Weizhi, Dong Wenying and Yu Xiaohua are teaching health knowledge to local villagers.

In the shade of the tree behind, there was a large Suv. Zhou Wen was staring at a 5-centimeter-high green seedling on the shelf, with a look of joy on his face.

The AIDS formula given by the high priest has a particularly critical raw material, which is the seedlings like crocus in front of you.

In fact, it belongs to the family Legume family. According to the high priest, it grows similar to the chicken blood vine after it grows. The main medicine given by the high priest is ground into the fruits produced by this plant, so he gave it a name: Ai Blood Vine.

However, the growth environment of this Ivy Blood Vine is extremely harsh and you will die if you are not careful.

The survival rate is terrible.

The high priest gave it to... and sold 17 seeds of Zhou Wen. Zhou Wen was very confident before, thinking that with his level of level 5, how could he be raised to death?

He listened to the high priest's planting experience, combined with his own planting level, and then planted 5 seeds at once...all died.

To be honest, he felt so distressed at that time.

It’s not because the seeds are very expensive, but mainly because the high priest gave him all the seeds. If one dies, one less is left, and all of them will die. Then he can only go to the system mall to buy formulas and raw materials.

Then he planted several more trees one after another, and all died without exception.

To be honest, if the lie detector hadn't shown that the high priest was telling the truth, he would have suspected that the high priest had given him a fake seed.

But he finally came up with a solution, to upgrade botany.

He spent 100,000 experience points to upgrade botany to lv6.

This is indeed different.

When he was at level 1v5, he vaguely heard the cheers of the plants, but it disappeared quickly at that time, and he thought it was an illusion.

But when the level reached lv6, he found that he could really understand the language of plants and communicate with them.

Although it feels a bit incredible, it is the truth.

Plants are actually like animals, and they also have their unique language, but most people don’t understand it.

Then he found that the seeds of this migrant blood vine were really delicate, like babies. The temperature was not as cold as it was, and it was not as hot as it was, so it had to be constant temperature;

The watered water will not work even if it is salty or light. It is best to have pure natural and pollution-free mountain spring water;

There is also the same sunshine every day. It is not enough to not burn the sun, and it is not enough to last longer. The photosynthesis should be just right...

For example now.

Zhou Wen stared at it for a while, and the migrant blood vine seedling actually said through plant language: You stare at me and look at me again and I will die for you... This is probably what it means.

Zhou Wen: “…”

Damn, now even a plant can threaten him.

"If it weren't for the sake of your ability to treat AIDS, I would have lifted your ashes."

Zhou Wen complained in his heart, but he really didn't dare to stare at Ai Xue Teng anymore.

This bird feather thing is really delicate. Maybe staring at it yourself will change the surrounding aura and indirectly lead to its death.

Who can say this correctly?

Zhou Wen got up and left the SUV, and closed the door of the rear car before leaving.

As a result, Ai Xue Teng in the car yelled: Open the door quickly, it’s so hot, do you want to suffocate me to death... This is probably what I mean.

Zhou Wen opened the car door calmly.

Compared to the fact that it has to drink 82 years of mineral water and burning the Maldives sunshine, it is just a small problem.

Zhou Wen walked to the woods on the side and smoked.

Several local kids are playing football.

The older one is eleven or twelve years old, and the younger one is seven or eight years old.

Although they are not old, these African children have good physical fitness, singing, dancing, playing basketball, and playing football are their strengths.

"Bang--"

A child kicked out with great force and heavy kick. The football hit a monkey fruit tree next to him. The bark of the monkey fruit tree, which was as thick as a wrist, was smashed into pieces, and then the ball rolled back.

Monkey Fruit Tree: "Did you knock on me...it hurts me so much..."

The leaves of a rosewood tree next to it were shaking gently: "These children are so annoying to play football here all day long."

Zhou Wen leaned against mulberry: "This bastard leaning against me... cough cough... why do you have to hold a fire stick in your mouth? It choked me to death."

Zhou Wen: “…”

These trees are not serious trees, they all like to exude fragrance.

"I dare not play the Ivy Blood Vine, and I dare not play you!" Zhou Wen took two puffs of cigarettes, turned around and pressed the cigarette's butt on the tree.

"*&…%￥￥#." The mulberry tree was scalded and screamed, constantly spitting fragrance at Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen used the plant language he had just mastered, an electromagnetic wave emitted from his body and threatened: "If you call me again, I will cut you down."

The mulberry trees and the other two trees that helped curse were all gone and there was no more noise.

Zhou Wen couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!