White armor

Chapter 507: Lao Liu corrupted the robot
Gan!
Luo Hao cursed in his heart.

The robots have been corrupted by Technician No. 66. What the hell is this?

Couples massage in South Vietnam? Luo Hao had heard that the massage industry there was extremely competitive, and even new projects had been developed.

Using domestic evaluation, it is very popular.

But it is normal for such words to come from Technician No. 66, but it is not right for them to come from a robot.

Luo Hao was somewhat helpless and had to ask the AI ​​robot to speak less. It is true that too much talk leads to mistakes.

"Old Eight, you're back!" Technician No. 66 happily sat on the chair and slid to the door, taking a look at the robot.

"I'm back. The operation went well. I'm tired and need to rest for a while." The robot looked at Luo Hao.

"Go and rest."

The robot walked to the storage room, sat cross-legged, and began charging.

"Professor Luo, the operation went well."

"Well, who taught... Lao Ba how to do the South Vietnamese double massage?" Luo Hao asked.

"It's not me, it's not me. How could I have that kind of experience?" Technician No. 66 quickly denied it.

Luo Hao thought about it and thought that maybe Lao Ba had come across some video while surfing the Internet.

"Did you go for ear cleaning?" Luo Hao asked with a smile.

"Well, I always went there to wash my feet. The ear cleaning shop has been open for ten years but I never went there. I went there a few days ago and it felt really different."

"What's the difference?" Luo Hao teased.

Although technician No. 66 knew that Luo Hao was teasing him, he still scratched his ears and said with a sly smile, "My ears have been itching since I came back. I really want to live in an ear cleaning shop."

"Is it the kind where you lie on your lap and have your ears cleaned?"

"Professor Luo, do you like this too?! I'll treat you after get off work today, let's..."

"I saw it in the video, the one that wiped the edge, the kind that almost wiped off the edge." Luo Hao smiled and saw that technician No. 66 was scratching his ears again, "Old Six, your ears really are itchy."

"Oh, Professor Luo, you've been to Chengdu. They are really good at ear cleaning. The technician at the ear cleaning shop I went to had received further training in Chengdu, and his technique was amazing!"

"The ear canal is also a way, and the technique is also a method." Luo Hao joked.

Luo Hao was a little depressed about Lao Liu leading the AI ​​robot astray, so he talked more and couldn't help but speak out.

"What?" Technician No. 66 didn't hear clearly.

"Oh, the way of foot is also the way, the way that can be said is not the true way."

"Hahaha." Technician No. 66 laughed, "Professor Luo, you are really funny."

Is it funny? Luo Hao always felt that something was wrong with Technician No. 66.

Seeing him reaching out to pick his ears again, Luo Hao realized that there might be something wrong, "Lao Liu, you come."

"Ah?" Technician No. 66 was stunned.

"Let me look at your ears. My ear cleaning skills will only be better than theirs, and definitely not worse than theirs."

"Professor Luo, don't scare me." Technician No. 66 said with a sad face.

Luo Hao leaned over to take a look and immediately understood what was going on.

Technician No. 66 has white hair growing in his external auditory canal. Although it is not long, it is clearly visible.

This is not just an itch, it's just that after having my ears cleaned, an infection occurred due to problems with the tools.

Technician No. 66 is a bastard. He didn’t even bother to go to a decent shop for ear cleaning.

But it's true, in a decent shop, who would let him lie on his lap while having his ears cleaned?

"Sixth Brother, when did you go for ear cleaning?"

"It's been 5 days. I've been busy lately and haven't had the chance to go again."

As Technician No. 66 was talking, he was already getting excited and was ready to pick his ears.

"Don't move by yourself. I'll do it for you after I finish asking about your medical history."

Technician No. 66 had a strange expression on his face, and it was obvious that he didn't quite believe what Luo Hao said was true.

Can I ask Professor Luo to pick my ears? I must be dreaming!
"Have you felt that it was difficult for you to hear things these days, as if there was a layer of paper covering your ears?" Luo Hao asked.

"Ah? Professor Luo, how did you know?" Technician No. 66 was surprised.

"Oh, you have hearing loss, but it's not organic." Luo Hao said, "Sixth Brother, next time you go to an ear cleaning shop, you should go to a regular one. After all, the external auditory canal is still a little delicate. It will be painful if it is damaged."

"What do you mean?" Technician No. 66 didn't understand.

He wasn't pretending, he really didn't understand.

"Forget it, I won't do it for you." Luo Hao thought about it and gave up the idea of ​​having technician No. 66 clean his ears. There was no need to do all the work himself.

"After the surgery, I'll take you to the ENT department."

"Idiot Monkey Brother?"

"If it's serious, it can cause lifelong hearing damage. If I were you, I would definitely not be in the mood to joke." Luo Hao said seriously.

"Uh~~~" Technician No. 66 was stunned.

"Also, don't tell Lao Ba those nonsense. When he makes the preoperative instructions to the female patient, he may let it slip and the patient may complain about being harassed. Then the medical community will spread the rumor that Luo Hao is not serious and made a robot that specifically harasses patients."

When Luo Hao saw that Technician No. 66 was sick, he no longer hid his dissatisfaction and expressed it to him, asking him to be more careful in the future and not really corrupt the AI ​​robot.

"..."

This is a very serious statement. Although Technician No. 66 has a low emotional intelligence, he still knows the pros and cons.

After the operation, Luo Hao took technician No. 66 to the ENT department.

When he looked in the mirror, Luo Hao felt a little nervous.

The external auditory canal of technician No. 66 was densely covered with fine white hairs, looking like a moldy cake.

"This is the nth patient we've encountered recently." said the ENT doctor.

"A lot?"

"Well, recently there's a 100-day campaign to crack down on nightclubs and all sorts of other things, so various marginal services have emerged. Ear cleaning is one of them. Most of the patients are male, but there are also female patients."

“Common Aspergillus niger and Candida albicans love to grow deep in the ear canal where it is warm and moist.

Overuse of antibiotic ear drops, living in hot and humid areas, frequent swimming, scratching, or improper ear cleaning methods, such as ear picking, can all be triggers for fungal invasion.”

"No way. If that's the case, there wouldn't be more similar situations in Chengdu," Technician No. 66 retorted.

This is a new field he has discovered, and he doesn't like people saying bad things about ear cleaning.

"They're on the street, where are you?" Luo Hao scolded.

Pink lights, ambiguous air, warm and humid...

As soon as Luo Hao thought about it, he threw all these images out of his mind.

"I'll clean the external auditory canal." said the ENT doctor.

"Do you need a pathology test?" asked Technician No. 66.

"No, it's just a fungal infection of the external auditory canal. I'll prescribe some medicine for you to apply when you go back. You can't go to the ear cleaning shop anymore, remember that."

Technician No. 66 nodded angrily, looking a little regretful.

Luo Hao's mind moved, "How about I ask Professor Li to add a program for Lao Ba?"

"what?!"

"As for ear cleaning, it is definitely not good to dig out earwax all the time, but if you dig it intermittently, it will still be beneficial." Luo Hao said.

Technician No. 66 was quite interested in this, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, Professor Luo. Lao Ba is a man, and I'm not used to it."

Luo Hao just said it casually. If there were two robots, a male and a female, in the catheterization room to pick people's ears, that would be ridiculous.

Even if he could make some money, Luo Hao didn't care.

It's just that technician No. 66 said Lao Ba, which made Luo Hao feel a little strange. The appearance of the Ai robot still needs to be changed, and the name also needs to be changed.

What the hell, if he really goes to wash feet and clean ears with technician No. 66 in the future, that would be really fucked up.

How will I write about myself in textbooks in the future?
Immortalize it? Fuck! It will definitely be brushed aside in the end, and may even be criticized by some hypocritical guy.

"Professor Luo, foreigners like this thing." said the otolaryngologist.

"Huh? Really?"

"I graduated from West China University. At that time, there were not many people doing ear cleaning on the streets, and Kuanzhai Alley was not as commercial as it is now. Every time I went there, I saw foreigners doing ear cleaning. Later, I did some research and found that they have dense body hair, and the same is true in their external auditory canals. The itching sensation when cleaning their ears is stronger than ours."

Hmm? There is such a thing?
Luo Hao was educated and immediately thought of his robot girlfriend. If such a function was added, even if it was just the most basic ear cleaning function, how could Lao Ma argue? !

His robot girlfriends are all slutty bitches, good looking but useless.

After returning home, my robot girlfriend first followed the most typical book mode, then took a bath, cleaned her ears, and so on...

Even Luo Hao was a little tempted.

If a similar model is sold in the United States and is produced by Professor Li, it doesn’t matter.

Okay, I'll talk to Professor Li about this when I have time. It would be best if a similar program could be added.

Luo Hao memorized it secretly.

While Luo Hao was thinking about his robot girlfriend, the ENT doctor had already taken out a white powder-like substance from the ear of technician No. 66, with some black objects dotted in the middle.

You can tell it's a fungal infection at first glance.

It took the ENT doctor 10 minutes to clean the external auditory canal of technician No. 66.

"Go buy the topical medicine yourself, fluconazole ear drops."

"Isn't there any in the hospital?" asked Technician No. 66.

"It's out of stock again. Various medicines are often out of stock recently. It's really fucking terrible. The hospital is selling medicine at a loss and trying its best to control costs. It's not like there's no stock. It's okay if I run out of stock." The ENT doctor complained.

But he only said one sentence and did not elaborate.

Everyone knows the clinical situation, so there is no need to complain too much.

No matter how much you say, it's useless. The situation is what it is, and the situation is what it is. You can't just not see a doctor.

"Sixth Brother, do you know how to use fluconazole ear drops?" Luo Hao was still a little worried.

"For external use, don't worry, I won't take it orally." Technician No. 66 felt his ears were no longer itchy and felt refreshed. "Professor Luo, I've heard that enema can be taken orally, and some patients know about anal plugs, but they insert the outer packaging into the anus."

"..."

What kind of people does Lao Liu usually come into contact with? The key point is that he is not asking about these trivial things. Luo Hao sighed.

"Professor Luo?"

"Fluconazole ear drops have poor stability and need to be refrigerated and used as soon as possible after opening, which is slightly inconvenient for patients. Antifungal ointments such as miconazole nitrate cream can be used in the ear canal, but there are certain inconveniences." "Use the ear drops, and keep the rest in the refrigerator. Throw them away after use. Don't use expired fluconazole ear drops. Sixth brother, I have to remind you a few more times. Don't be annoyed. This is not like being a father." Luo Hao emphasized.

"Yes, thank you Professor Luo." Technician No. 66 nodded repeatedly.

"If you really don't pay attention, you might get facial paralysis in the future!"

"..." Technician No. 66 said with a sad face, "Professor Luo, please don't scare me. I won't go for ear cleaning, is that okay?"

"A gambling dad, a sick mom, a school-age brother, and a sensible girl." Luo Hao joked, "It's almost enough. There is a sense of propriety."

"I know."

Technician No. 66 nodded repeatedly.

Luo Hao didn't have any thoughts on communicating with Technician No. 66. All he had in his mind was that his robot girlfriend could do ear cleaning.

Just think about it and you will know that Lao Ma’s robot girlfriend is still in the PPT stage. In order to make money in the stock market, this one has been produced in Mexico, shipped to the United States, and sold in large quantities.

Seems interesting.

That way, there's no chance of the donut getting filled with ink.

After all, donuts are countless times worse than a robot girlfriend.

Those old Mexicans still have the most basic aesthetic sense.

Next…

"Professor Luo, have you heard?"

"Huh? What did you hear?"

"Some of the guys who go to play in the notebook area are infected with syphilis after coming back." Technician No. 66 said mysteriously.

"It seems to be the case."

"Doesn't it say clean and hygienic on the other side of the book?"

Luo Hao had some ambiguity about the meaning of the four words "clean and hygienic" said by technician No. 66.

After thinking about it, Luo Hao walked back while explaining, "It's like this, young girls there are proud of having syphilis, it's just the rebellious period, there's nothing we can do about it."

"Uh, there's this thing!"

"Yes, another very important point is the excessive promotion of drugs."

"Medicine?" Technician No. 66 was stunned. He never expected that Professor Luo could even lead such romantic gossip to medical treatment.

Although this thing is a disease, what I am talking about is not a disease.

Even though he can't go to the notebook, Technician No. 66 still yearns for it.

"I saw a chat in the group some time ago. A senior went to Waseda for an exchange. He heard a bubble bath owner say that girls don't use condoms and take doxycycline for prevention afterwards."

Technician No. 66's mind was filled with the word "bubble bath".

"Doxycycline does have the effect of preventing syphilis, but the effect is just so-so. It's not 100%, and even 50% is good." Luo Hao said, "So, under this kind of propaganda, syphilis began to spread."

"what?"

"what!"

Technician No. 66 uttered "ah" twice.

Luo Hao didn't understand what Technician No. 66 meant, but he didn't want to understand.

"Professor Luo, doxycycline, is it the one produced by Pfizer?" Technician No. 66 asked.

Luo Hao felt that Technician No. 66 seemed to have misheard or misunderstood what he said, so he explained, "Doxycycline has a broad antibacterial spectrum and is used for infections caused by bacteria, rickettsia, mycoplasma, and chlamydia. It can prevent malignant malaria and leptospirosis infections."

"The spirochete, that is the syphilis spirochete."

"They are all spirochetes, almost the same, although the original idea behind the production of doxycycline was not like this." Luo Hao glanced at Technician No. 66 and had a very bad feeling in his heart.

So Luo Hao emphasized, "Sixth Brother, don't get sick. You'd better be careful."

"Yes, yes, yes." Technician No. 66 said perfunctorily.

"Well, just don't let Director Feng take you back." Luo Hao lowered his requirements.

"Oh, no, no, Professor Luo, what are you thinking?" Technician No. 66 said quickly, "That's what I said. I have always had the desire but not the courage to commit a crime, and even more so..."

"Even the thief is gone?"

"And, and, I just don't have any money. The performance awards we give are getting less and less, and even less after the sandwich." Technician No. 66 was a little frustrated.

Luo Hao ignored the complaint of technician No. 66, explained to him how to use fluconazole ear drops, and then returned to the ward on his own.

Chen Yong is writing a thesis. The recent investigation into the past ten years has made Chen Yong even busier. Many hospital managers have begun to make preparations.

Crisis is crisis, and every crisis brings opportunity. If others are pulled down but you seize the opportunity, you will become a professor leading a group one step ahead.

So Chen Yong has more things to do with writing papers than before.

Lao Meng was writing medical records, and Zhuang Yan was swinging her high ponytail and folding thousands of paper cranes.

Seeing Luo Hao coming back, Meng Liangren stood up and cleaned the robot dog beside him until it was shiny.

"Professor Luo, you're back." Meng Liangren said respectfully.

"Well, what's up, Lao Meng?"

When Luo Hao saw Meng Liangren’s expression, he knew that something was wrong with him.

"Yes, Professor Luo, the patient in bed 4-11 has a blood sugar level of 11 after meals and is still taking insulin."

Luo Hao recalled the patient and had an idea in his mind.

"I have explained the patient's condition repeatedly, and the patient's family has signed, but when I went to see the patient just now, I saw him chewing on his elbow."

Luo Hao scratched his head.

If you eat like this, won’t your blood sugar go down to 2 or 30? It’s like dying!
Moreover, if this value continues to drop, once the patient suddenly "obediently" starts to abstain from certain foods and eat less, he may experience hypoglycemia.

In short, this is an extremely troublesome patient with poor medical compliance, which poses a medical risk.

Therefore, Meng Liangren had to report to Luo Hao alone so that the senior doctors would be aware of the situation.

"Okay, I'll go talk to him again, then seek a consultation with an endocrinologist to get his blood sugar level back down."

Meng Liangren smiled, polite and courteous. Even though he had been in the medical team for more than half a year, he was still the same as he was on his first day.

I knew Professor Luo would do this.

If the patient is disobedient, send him to a professional department for symptomatic treatment and never force him to undergo surgery.

Moreover, after such a tough education, patients and their families will probably be obedient if they have the opportunity to come back again.

If you don't obey again, Professor Luo may not admit you to the hospital again.

In this regard, Luo Hao's attitude has always been tough. It's okay for patients with good sexual desire to be treated, but it's another matter for those with poor sexual desire to be treated.

"Okay, Professor Luo, can you say hello to the Endocrinology Department?" Meng Liangren said.

Luo Hao picked up the phone and communicated with the director of the endocrinology department.

He didn't call directly, but chatted on WeChat.

Meng Liangren didn't care about all this and continued writing the medical records. With Professor Luo's support, he wrote the medical records in a stern tone.

After Luo Hao made the contact, he took Meng Liangren and Zhuang Yan to see the patient.

As I walked into the ward, a scent of fragrance hit me in the face and the patient looked at me with a shiny face.

He is 72 years old, but he has a good appetite.

Luo Hao estimated that he could only eat the big elbow with difficulty, but the patient was still not satisfied. After finishing the elbow, he looked around to find something else to eat.

This……

It would be a miracle if blood sugar level could be normal.

Since Luo Hao was already here, he went to the bedside to inquire about the situation. The patient said he was hungry, and Luo Hao scanned it with AI-assisted diagnosis and found no other rare diseases, thus ruling out several uncommon conditions.

It turns out I was just greedy.

"Come with me, there is something you need to sign." Meng Liangren said to the patient's family.

The patient's family member was in his forties, well-dressed, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and looked gentle and refined.

After leaving the ward with Meng Liangren, Meng Liangren didn't wait any longer and said directly, "You know all about the old man's condition, right?"

"I know, Dr. Meng." The man in his forties replied.

The tone was gentle, without any hostility.

"His blood sugar is not well controlled, so he should follow a low-salt, low-fat diabetic diet. He should not eat pork elbows or anything like that."

"Doctor Meng, I know about this. But my father's illness means he won't live long. Let him eat whatever he wants. Let's put aside the issue of high and low blood sugar for now. Let the old man eat more. Even if he dies, he has no regrets, and neither do we."

When Luo Hao heard the patient's family's clear and logical words, he knew that they had thought it over carefully and were not the kind of people who would sit on the fence.

Meng Liangren nodded, said nothing on the way, and brought the patient's family to the doctor's office.

"Now, I'm not talking to you as a doctor. We're just friends. Let's chat for a few minutes."

"Doctor Meng, please tell me." said the patient's family member.

"There is a story in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, about a rich man who asked a fortune teller to tell him how much rice he could eat."

"The man calculated that this was a sign that he would live to be eighty years old."

Meng Liangren said this while looking at the patient's family.

"I know, Dr. Meng. I've read this story, too." The patient's family member said calmly, "About three years later, the man began to overeat. He ate up all the remaining food in two years, and then he died."

Meng Liangren smiled. He was very cautious in his heart, but his face had an extremely gentle expression.

"Dr. Meng, thank you for your concern. My dad was not like this before. He always paid attention to his health. You know, he was considered highly educated back then."

"Since he knew what disease he had, he had to get treatment, but my dad's appetite suddenly improved. Maybe he knew he didn't have much time left, at least he couldn't live to be 90 or 100 years old, so he ate and drank freely."

"I have discussed this with my mother, but it's not going to help much. My father has a bad temper and he's been a bit of a bad mouth over the years."

Meng Liangren nodded slightly. It seemed that the patient's family had made sufficient mental preparations.

"In that case, I'll tell you the truth. The current blood sugar level is not suitable for surgery and must be controlled."

"We are not experts in controlling blood sugar. I plan to find an endocrinologist to consult with the old man and see what to do. It is possible..."

When Meng Liangren said this, he suddenly paused.

"Do you want to transfer to the endocrinology department?" asked the patient's family.

"Yeah." Meng Liangren nodded.

At this time, he was extremely cautious, fearing that the patient's family would suddenly attack him.

(End of this chapter)