The plane flew above the thunderstorm clouds.
Song He sat by the window in first class, gazing outside curiously.
The sight was quite fantastical. Below was a layer of clouds as black as ink, with thunder, lightning, and rain surging wildly through it. The sound was so loud that it drowned out the plane's engines, and flashes of lightning like snakes of light occasionally tore violently across the sky.
Yet above the clouds was a clear, rainless sky. Sunlight shone on the wings, turning the wingtips golden and brilliant.
After watching for a while, Song He lowered the sunshade, opened the laptop on the small table, and continued reading papers.
There were indeed very few papers on neuropeptides. It was clearly an unexplored niche field, and those who could publish papers were basically powerful figures of considerable standing. The newbies did not even dare touch it.
By comparison, neurotransmitters had already been studied to death by those who came before. There were papers everywhere, rehashing the subject from every possible angle. There were so many that it was practically impossible to finish reading them all!
Song He diligently flipped through the papers, while system notifications occasionally flashed before his eyes:
Biology Progress detected, rising from Platinum Level 77 to Platinum Level 78! Biology Progress detected, rising from Platinum Level 78 to Platinum Level 79!
The flight time was quite long. Although Yemo City and Ruoqiang Base were very close in a straight line, both airports were too small. Small meant little passenger traffic, so for cost reasons, the airline would first fly to the provincial capital to drop off and pick up passengers, then transfer to Ruoqiang Base. That way, it would lose a little less money.
Song He had previously looked into Private Planes, but