White armor

Chapter 471 Cataract, needle extraction!
The negative effects of [Flow] were much lighter than before. Luo Hao dragged his heavy body to take a look at Chen Yong first.

Chen Yong was stronger than Luo Hao had imagined. He probably just stated the facts before, not bragging. Luo Hao recalled Chen Yong's vivid description of his girlfriend with pituitary tumor.

Ugh.

"Luo Hao, something happened to my master in the imperial capital." Chen Yong was lying on the bed while Liu Yiyi was giving him a massage. Seeing Luo Hao come in, Chen Yong immediately told Luo Hao about his master.

"what happened?"

"The stock market has been booming recently, and my master was so happy that he got cataracts."

"???" Luo Hao was startled.

Aren’t ordinary people the only ones who get sick?
How could that old immortal get sick?

Besides, what does a stock market boom have to do with cataracts?
Countless question marks arose in Luo Hao's heart.

"Hey, do you have any acquaintances among your colleagues?" Chen Yong asked, "The health care team, you know what my master is like."

"Yes, I'll contact him. You take a rest first, I'll go see the boss." Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong deeply.

it is more than words.

"My master is also a human being. He has not yet achieved the state of dissolution, nor has he passed the tribulation. How can he not get sick? At best, his body is a little better than that of ordinary people, and he can live a few hundred years longer, but he will still get sick if he is supposed to, unless..."

Chen Yong said this, closed his mouth and let out a cry.

"I didn't use any force. I didn't even touch you just now. Don't try to trick me."

"There is really no tacit understanding between us. Why did you expose me at the first opportunity, Old Liu?" Chen Yong complained.

Luo Hao smiled and thought that Chen Yong was not sure what the price would be.

Luo Hao was not very interested in this. If he wanted to achieve immortality, he would have to go the route of mechanical ascension. Luo Hao did not approve of methods such as gene modification that the Americans were researching.

But it is still hard to tell who is right or wrong. Maybe both are right, maybe both are wrong, it is hard to say.

"Then you take a rest, I'll go see the boss." Luo Hao repeated and turned to leave.

"Senior Brother, you are such a great surgeon!" Zhuang Yan only praised him in a low voice at this time.

"Generally speaking, this operation is not difficult. It just requires others to use their waists while I use my legs." Luo Hao smiled, unable to hide his fatigue.

"It's normal for a normal operation to take three hours, but you did it too fast. So fast and so good, I think even the professors at 912 can't keep up with your pace."

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's just that the surgeon can't get into position. The teachers are uncomfortable with the posture when performing the surgery." Luo Hao said to Zhuang Yan seriously, "Don't say such things casually in the future."

"Oh."

Zhuang Yan actually knew that she was a member of her senior’s medical team, and there were some things that others could say but she could not.

So she waited until there was no one around before she praised him.

It is really difficult to raise this dog, senior brother. Zhuang Yan is a little worried.

"Let's go and see the boss. Look at the boss, he is so old, but he still runs to the operating room. He can't help with the rescue." Luo Hao finally began to complain.

"But Mr. Zhou knows that if this operation is performed, my waist will be healed." Zhuang Yan bravely refuted.

This time Luo Hao did not scold him seriously, but a smile appeared on his face.

After returning to the ward, Luo Hao knocked on the door and went straight into the director's office.

"Xiao Luohao, you're back." Gu Huaiming greeted.

"The operation went well, boss, how are you?"

"It's okay. I just ran a few steps and secreted a little adrenaline, and then I died. Please work on your 3D printed heart technology. I'm waiting to replace it." Mr. Zhou was half lying on the bed.

"This project is being carried out by West China University of Political Science and Law. I will have time to talk to them and ask about their progress."

Mr. Zhou just said this casually and immediately returned to the topic.

"You told me a few days ago that you wanted to build a database of difficult cases. I thought about it. Are you going to do AI diagnosis?"

"Yes, boss."

Ai, diagnosis, Gu Huaiming was silent.

"ChatGPT can run the diagnosis of many common diseases, but there is not enough data on difficult diseases and many scenarios are missing. In addition, patients have the habit of concealing their medical history or simply don't know what to describe, so more information is needed," said Luo Hao.

"It's mostly common diseases. Are you confident?"

"It's not a big problem."

Mr. Zhou nodded slightly. "I'll create a group, and you can create one yourself. There may not be much feedback for the time being, but after you apply for the Young Elite Scholars Program next year, it will be almost there."

"In a few years, when you become an academician, more people will provide you with information."

"I know, boss." Luo Hao sat on the edge of the bed, holding Mr. Zhou's hand and muttering, "I tell you not to go to the emergency room in the future. Why go to the operating room with your health? Won't it cause trouble?"

"I didn't expect it to be an emergency. I wanted to stand behind and give instructions. I've seen a similar operation before, but unfortunately I don't have your medical record database, so the data is long gone."

Gu Huaiming's expression changed.

However, the old man and the young boy did not mention anything related to this matter afterwards.

"You should take more rest and have some fun when you have nothing to do. If that doesn't work, wait for Zhuzi to return to Beidong, and then you can go there every day to take care of the giant pandas."

"I said I wanted to go to Hadong, but they wouldn't let me!"

Mr. Zhou said somewhat angrily.

"The Northeast is bitterly cold, much colder than the capital. It's also dry, and there are too many cases of tracheitis and bronchitis, which is not good for the cardiovascular system. Just imagine, going in and out in the middle of winter, with a temperature difference of 40 to 50 degrees, how can your cardiovascular system withstand it.

Besides, there are the injuries I suffered when I was young, which are also problems.”

"Tsk." Boss Zhou sneered.

"It's nice to go fishing like Boss Chai. Boss, if you go square dancing, they will fight over you."

"Lao Chai was fishing a few days ago and... Never mind, let's not talk about it. By the way, all the researchers in 209 are sick recently, please take a look."

"Institute 209..." Gu Huaiming was surprised.

"Institute 209, what is that?" Zhuang Yan wondered.

"Xiao Zhuang, go buy a few bottles of water." Luo Hao said.

Zhuang Yan’s lips pouted immediately.

But she also knew that this kind of thing was definitely confidential, and gossip was just gossip, which was likely to bring her unforeseen trouble.

It’s just that my senior brother always sends me away whenever something happens, which is really annoying!

"What water do you want?"

"casual."

Zhuang Yan turned around, reluctant to leave, but finally closed the door and left.

"It's not a big secret. He has been away from Institute 209 for a long time."

"She is still young. The less she comes into contact with confidential matters, the better. Boss, who is the big shot in Institute 209?" Luo Hao started gossiping.

"I have been in Qingcheng all these years."

"???"

"!!!"

The old immortal actually has a position, and is in the 209th Institute? Luo Hao was stunned.

Institute 209 is the most ancient name. One year it became Institute 209. Some people left Institute 209 and became free-spirited like wild cranes.

It is said that the earliest director of Institute 209 was Mr. Qian.

Luo Hao probably had a very deep connection with the black magician roommate that Qian Lao had when he was in the United States.

"He... Boss, Chen Yong seems to be his apprentice. Chen Yong just told me about this." Luo Hao said in a low voice.

"Well, after the change to Institute 209, there are not so many taboos. You can speak louder." Mr. Zhou said with a smile.

"Aren't you afraid that Chen Yong will follow you and be gone for decades?" Luo Hao said, "I only have this capable assistant, and he came to me on his own."

"Chen Yong, he can do nothing." Boss Zhou laughed, "But he is in good health. He carried the patient for several hours without moving. By the way, Xiao Luohao, your horse stance is quite solid."

"..." Luo Hao was silent.

"Originally, this was supposed to be done by Mr. Tang, but he is no longer here." Boss Zhou said softly.

"Is it really an eye disease?" Luo Hao was surprised.

He really didn't expect that the good stock market conditions would cause the old immortal to suffer from cataracts.

"Yes, when Mr. Tang was alive, he said that you are the only one who can do cataract treatment properly with traditional Chinese medicine."

“!!!” Gu Huaiming was speechless, feeling extremely complicated.

There are not many people who can be called "Old" by their boss, and Mr. Tang is one of them.

Mr. Tang Youzhi from the Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the Imperial Capital died in July 22 at the age of 7.

When Luo Hao was studying, Old Tang regarded Luo Hao as a treasure. In order to win Luo Hao over, he even prepared to write a letter to report his power to his superiors.

But in the end, the forces from all sides canceled each other out, and Luo Hao returned to his hometown in Donglian, which is another story.

Gu Huaiming looked at Luo Hao and shook his head slightly.

"Mr. Tang is very good to me, but I am not sure about the needle extraction of cataracts."

"If you're not sure, no one is."

“I don’t have a Chinese medicine practitioner certificate.”

"You don't need a license to treat patients in the 209th hospital." Boss Zhou frowned and looked at Luo Hao, "Why are you pushing it back and forth? Are you really unsure? No, I heard from Mr. Tang in the front hall that you are very good at cataract extraction."

"Boss, I've seen that old god before. I fixed his teeth some time ago." Luo Hao had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Oh? What a fate?" Mr. Zhou raised his eyebrows.

Boss Zhou was also unwilling to act, his expression was artificial and a little exaggerated. Luo Hao guessed that the boss should know about this.

But Luo Hao didn't want to guess how he knew that specifically.

"That old immortal was afraid of pain. I drilled his teeth and he almost beat me up." Luo Hao was distressed.

"He doesn't accept Western medicine surgery. Acupuncture is less traumatic, but it requires too much talent." Boss Zhou and Luo Hao were talking about two different things, but they seemed like the same thing.

"Is this the same needle extraction technique that Mr. Tang performed on the teacher back then?" Gu Huaiming asked.

"Well, it was Elder Tang who performed the acupuncture surgery on the teacher before he passed away. Unfortunately, he only operated on one eye and didn't have time to operate on the other one. The old man's condition became serious, so he didn't have a chance to continue the operation on one eye."

Luo Hao's mind moved, "Some people in the former Soviet Union also used acupuncture to treat their eye diseases?"

"You're asking me?" Boss Zhou's eyes lit up. Seeing Luo Hao start gossiping, he was unwilling to use acupuncture to treat cataracts for the person from the 209th Institute. He avoided the topic and directly brought it back to "Go and carry out the mission."

"Oh." Luo Hao was distressed.

"What's your expression?"

"Boss, I'm afraid he will beat me to death."

"It's definitely different from drilling a tooth in the mouth. Even when I lie on the examination bed in the dental department, I tremble. With the electric drill in my mouth, I always feel that they are going to shove that thing into my esophagus in the next second." Old Zhou grinned.

A mouth full of white teeth, all implanted.

"Boss, what's the difference? If the acupuncture needle is stuck in the eye, and the old immortal has a reaction and thinks I'm going to pierce his head, I won't have the chance to take care of you in your old age."

"Just go if you're told to go, why are you nagging?"

"Okay, old man, take good care of yourself, but don't be on the front line. Don't you know the condition of your own body?" Luo Hao muttered.

"You are so daddy, why are you talking to me?"

"No, no, no, I'm just worried."

"Go and carry out the mission. If Chen Yong knew about this, I wouldn't accompany you to send a liaison officer." "They should know. Chen Yong seems to have contact with his master."

Mr. Zhou waved his hand and drove Luo Hao away.

After Luo Hao left, Gu Huaiming asked anxiously, "Boss, are those old immortals in the 209th Institute real or fake?"

"Really? Otherwise, Mr. Qian wouldn't have written a letter, using his party spirit as a guarantee to carry out human science research." Boss Zhou said calmly, "But this world is just a makeshift team. Not to mention those people in the 209th Institute, they haven't even started a needle extraction procedure yet."

"It depends on talent, otherwise Mr. Tang wouldn't have valued Xiao Luohao so much back then." Gu Huaiming said.

"I met Mr. Nanshan when I was young... Mr. Nanshan." As Boss Zhou spoke, his tone gradually became vague.

"Mr. Nanshan?"

"Lu Nanshan, Master Tang's master. The blind man has regained his sight, Mr. Nanshan..."

Boss Zhou spoke in a low voice, as if he was recalling something from the past.

Gu Huaiming did not dare to disturb them. He just listened and waited quietly.

"As for eye diseases, phacoemulsification and laser femtosecond laser are almost non-destructive now," said Boss Zhou. "But in that person's opinion, acupuncture is the best in the world."

Gu Huaiming found it funny. So that's how it is.

"Otherwise, why hasn't needle extraction been popularized? Phacoemulsification and laser femtosecond laser can be performed by a junior doctor who has been in ophthalmology for a few years, and they can do it well. The lower limit is very high. But needle extraction requires talent, and the lower limit is very low. One mistake and the operation will fail."

"The upper limit is not as high as laser femtosecond laser now."

"Boss, I heard that the U.S. Marine Corps uses femtosecond lasers to transform human eyes, improve night vision, and make imaging more precise. Is that true?"

"Indeed, but the improvement is limited. However, I am not optimistic about their plan to transform humans. It is a bit evil."

……

……

Luo Hao accepted the task.

The system task has not yet given rewards, and it is estimated that we have to wait until the patient is transferred out of the ICU. The task in front of us is a real task, issued by the boss, and there is no reward.

But Luo Hao didn't expect that the old immortal was from Institute 209.

He has a job title, so he is probably from Dongshan.

The technical strength of 912 is much stronger than that of Medical University No. , and Luo Hao does not feel the need to sit at the patient's bedside and take care of him all night.

No need.

When we found Chen Yong, he was alive and well again, with excellent recovery ability.

"Where is the old man?"

Luo Hao didn't mention anything about Institute 209. He didn't know whether Chen Yong knew about it or not, so it was safest not to say anything.

Zhuang Yan didn't say a word, and Luo Hao was satisfied with this.

"I'm telling fortunes."

"Fortune telling?!" Luo Hao was stunned.

It is very difficult to find Chen Yong to tell fortunes. Shen Zizai has said it several times, but Chen Yong has been pretending to be deaf and dumb, as if he didn't hear it.

"To whom?"

"I don't know. I just set up a stall to tell fortunes and make some money."

"..."

Luo Hao was completely speechless.

"Chen Yong, didn't you say that you guys don't usually count?"

"I can't do it, but my master can. He loves this. He sets up a stall every day when he has nothing to do. If there is a destiny, he will come to tell your fortune." Chen Yong shrugged and spread his hands.

"Let's go and take a look. By the way, what's wrong with your master's eyes? He was fine the last time I saw him." Luo Hao was a little confused.

"Don't mention it. The stock market has been going up quite well these days. I guess it's because he spent too much time studying on his phone."

"..."

"In the past, when the market was not good, he would not watch it. If he did, he would get depressed and angry, which would hinder his practice."

"What are you practicing? The Theory of Chaos or the Wave Principle?" Luo Hao only knew this much and brought it up as a joke.

"Stop joking." Chen Yong scratched his head. "My master looks healthy, but I don't know how many years he has been an old hand. He just looks okay. His eyes are really hot, but you have to be careful with them."

There is no logic in what you said.

Of course, that is just the logic of ordinary people. God knows why people get sick.

"Luo Hao, my master is afraid of pain."

"Let's learn about laser femtosecond laser and see if there are any indications."

"No, this is not suitable."

Not suitable?

Luo Hao frowned.

"You won't understand if I tell you more. It's just a common operation. Please help me contact a colleague."

It seems that Chen Yong really doesn't know that his master is from Institute 209. Luo Hao looked at Chen Yong who was a little anxious and had an idea in his mind.

"Go take a look." Luo Hao asked, "Is the old man in Tongren?"

"Well, maybe he didn't get a number."

"..."

Luo Hao sighed. That person was really tight-lipped. Chen Yong actually said that he didn't get a number.

Isn't this nonsense?

Call a taxi and go straight to Tongren.

It was getting late, and Luo Hao was recalling the key points of Mr. Tang's acupuncture technique, feeling a little sad.

I haven't used acupuncture for at least 5 years. Now that we are separated, I have no chance to consult with Master Tang. So I have to use it on the old immortal?
"Senior brother, what are you thinking about?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"I'm thinking about cataract surgery."

"If you don't want laser femtosecond laser, do phacoemulsification."

Luo Hao sighed, thinking that the other person would not agree.

"The old procedure is cryo-cataract extraction, which has a very high success rate. Of course, it is rarely used now. Most of them are phacoemulsification and laser femtosecond laser."

"How does traditional Chinese medicine treat it?" Zhuang Yan asked curiously after only hearing a few fragments.

"Needle extraction."

"The Luo family's twenty-four golden needles?!" Zhuang Yan laughed.

"Don't make a fuss. It's all nonsense." Luo Hao said, "Needle extraction is a serious surgery. It has been used to treat cataracts more than 1000 years ago."

"Hey, young man, you... I'm not against traditional Chinese medicine, but you said that traditional Chinese medicine could cure cataracts more than 1000 years ago? Put a fishhook in the eyes and hook out the cataracts?" the driver interrupted.

"This is an ancient Chinese medicine surgery. According to the data, it was first performed in the Tang Dynasty more than 1000 years ago. It was improved by the old man and performed on many cases."

"What? What old man?"

"Mr. Tang Youzhi from Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

Speaking of Guang'anmen Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the driver became excited.

Although it is an online-hailing car, not a taxi, it still "inherits" the fine tradition of the capital's taxi drivers - being talkative.

After telling some gossip, the driver asked curiously, "Are you a doctor? What is the acupuncture technique that you said existed in the Tang Dynasty? Is it true?"

"A cataract is a clouding of the lens that prevents light from reaching the retina.

The ancient method of removing obstacles with golden needles is to use golden needles to pierce a certain part of the eye, cut the lens ligament, and then push the lens into the vitreous body, so that light can be projected onto the retina. "

"..."

The driver felt a little pain just listening to Luo Hao's story.

"Mr. Youzhi felt that this was not good enough, and he was afraid that there might be problems if the lens was left in the eye.

So he innovated a surgical instrument that can hook out the lens and throw it away, which is equivalent to dismantling a time bomb. So his is an improved version, which can be said to be a combination of Chinese and Western medicine for cataract extraction."

"!!!"

"!!!"

"Is it true?" The driver was still skeptical.

"The King of Cambodia, a few people from the former Soviet Union... Never mind, it's all in the past. Let me put it this way, before the teacher passed away, one of his eyes had cataracts removed by Mr. Zhi using acupuncture."

"Fuck!" Although the driver didn't understand, he was shocked and his tone became much more polite.

"Senior Brother, I didn't understand. How did you pull it out?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"The old method is to push the lens in so it's out of the way, but Mr. Yuzhi's improved method is to just hook the lens out and take it away, putting an end to it once and for all.

The ancient Chinese medical book "Encyclopedia of Ophthalmology" says that the success rate of the golden needle surgery is 40 to 50 percent, which may be due to the pushing of the lens into the vitreous body.

If the epidermis of the lens is not broken, it is good. If the epidermis is broken, it will inevitably react with the surrounding tissues, and the operation will fail. "

"Mr. Youzhi began to improve the classical needle extraction technique in 1957."

"and after?"

"More than 6000 cases were tested, and the Ministry of Health at the time was very satisfied with the results, but promotion was a bit difficult because not many people knew how to do it."

"why?"

Luo Hao thought about it, shook his head and didn't explain.

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes inheritance and also talent..." The driver began to gossip.

The imperial capital was bustling with people coming and going. He seemed to be well-informed and talked incessantly.

Luo Hao didn't feel it was noisy, he just closed his eyes and took a rest.

Although the negative state of [Flow] has been alleviated, using double [Flow] + racial talent together still makes the body feel very tired.

In addition to the needling procedure, Luo Hao's mind was more tired than his body.

"Brother, why didn't the teacher use Western medicine when he performed the surgery?"

"Mr. Xiaolou also went for the consultation that year, and in the end it was the teachers themselves who made the choice." Luo Hao said.

"Mr. Zhang Xiaolou?!"

"Xiaolou? Why does it sound like an opera?" the driver asked without losing any time.

"The old dean of Tongren passed away in 90." Luo Hao replied indifferently.

I was going to Tongren, and on the way I mentioned the old dean of Tongren. Even the noisy driver was stunned.

When you arrive at Tongren, you can see the outpatient building from afar.

The driver suddenly turned the steering wheel, and Luo Hao felt the car jump up, as if it was avoiding something.

When he opened his eyes, Luo Hao saw a little golden man logo.

"Let's stay away from it. If it scratches and rubs against me, I'll have worked for a year in vain." The driver explained.

Is this the legendary respect for good cars?
But there is a Rolls-Royce Phantom in front, and looking further ahead, there is a row of luxury cars.

"This shouldn't be the case. Usually we see a few cars here, but I've never seen so many." The driver was puzzled.

(End of this chapter)