White armor

Chapter 714 A Perfect Rescue, Quietly

Boss Chai stood still, his gaze slightly lowered—presumably the people "over there" had already arrived.

Inside the operating room, under the blinding white light of the operating lamps, the patient's chest and abdominal cavities were simultaneously opened.

The distinctive smell of body cavity mixed with the stench of blood wafted over, lingering even through layers of masks. This familiar scent instantly awakened memories that had been dormant in Boss Chai's mind for many years.

His gaze shifted to the operating table, where Luo Hao and "Xiao Meng" worked together flawlessly.

At this moment, Luo Hao was skillfully suturing the ruptured lung lobe. Although the patient's special 30-degree lateral tilt position was not the standard posture for thoracic surgery, it did not affect his operation at all.

Mr. Chai seemed to be deep in thought—perhaps in remote surgery, this freely adjustable perspective actually becomes an advantage.

Abdominal exploration is more complex.

"Xiao Meng" decisively chose the vertical "Heaven and Earth Mouth" incision, a decision that made Boss Chai and Boss Zhou nod in agreement—in such a critical moment, pursuing the aesthetics of a small incision is far less important than fully exposing the surgical field.

The surgery proceeded smoothly until the spleen was removed, at which point the abdominal surgery suddenly came to a subtle halt.

"Luo Hao, what's going on?" Boss Chai asked worriedly.

"Boss, it's alright. That was Xiao Zhuang's remote surgery. Now it's Director Chen's turn."

"!!!"

"!!!"

Holy crap, that's incredibly audacious!
Xiao Zhuang, that young doctor who just graduated, is already capable of performing this kind of emergency surgery? Luo Hao truly placed a lot of trust in the doctors under his command.

Although emergency surgery itself is not very difficult and is fundamentally different from chronic surgery, it is still not something a recent graduate student can do.

Most importantly—Boss Chai didn't realize it at first and thought it was Dr. Chen Yan, the director of general surgery at the First Affiliated Hospital of China Medical University, who performed the surgery.

When did Luo Hao manage to train Zhuang Yan so well? Boss Chai was a little stunned.

The surgery proceeded swiftly.

Mr. Zhou received several more phone calls, and he kept reporting the current progress of the rescue to the other party.

Less than 15 minutes after the show started, some noises could be heard in the corridor.

Mr. Chai turned around and saw an AI robot running towards him on wheels, which began to "transform" the moment it entered the operating room.

This is a mountain-mountain dual-environment robot. It uses wheels when it can, and legs when it cannot.

Although Mr. Chai had seen AI robots with up to eight legs to support their balance, this was the first time he had seen an AI robot transform in the operating room.

Especially with the operating table in front of him and the surgeon performing a tense operation, this environment brought Mr. Chai back to more than ten years ago when he was still on the front line of clinical practice.

The sudden appearance of a Transformer in this environment left Mr. Chai completely astonished.

The scenes I once fantasized about have become reality. Some of them are absurd and bizarre, but this thing really does save time.

"The wheels run fast," Little Conch said, Boss Chai repeated to himself.

The AI ​​robot deftly hung the red blood cell suspension onto the IV stand and skillfully connected the three-way tube to begin pressurized blood transfusion.

Boss Chai's brows furrowed suddenly, and his right hand instinctively reached for the blood bag.

At the same moment, Boss Zhou made the exact same move—their fingertips almost simultaneously touched the blood bag, which should have been cold.

This coordinated response stemmed from a crucial, overlooked step: before the transfusion, the AI ​​robot forgot to heat the cryopreserved red blood cells. Frozen red blood cells cannot be transfused directly.

However, it was only slightly warm to the touch; the red blood cells were already heated to around 32 degrees Celsius.

"When was it heated?" Boss Chai asked.

“I remember Xiaoluohao saying that the AI ​​robot has a heating function, but I’ve never seen it, and I don’t know when it started heating,” Mr. Zhou replied.

The blood bag was clearly heated during its transfer from the ambulance to the operating room.

As for how uniform heating could be achieved over such a short distance, both Mr. Chai and Mr. Zhou tacitly agreed not to ask further—it was pointless to delve into this detail at this moment.

Luo Hao was completely focused on the operation on the operating table. For him, the heating principle was far less important than the speed of blood transfusion.

Bright red blood is being continuously injected into the injured person's subclavian artery through a three-way tube, one bag, two bags. At the same time, AI precisely controls the ratio of crystalloid fluid to colloid fluid, with every parameter being perfect, demonstrating an impeccable level of professionalism.

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Zhou's phone rang.

The buzzing sound was so jarring in the quiet operating room.

"I'm going out to take a call." Boss Zhou took out his black, brick-like phone and turned to leave.

Before his toes even touched the airtight door, it slid open silently—it was a fully automatic sensor design.

Although Mr. Zhou spent almost every day in this unmanned hospital, witnessing the actual operation of these high-tech devices was a completely different experience from simply knowing that they existed.

The moment he stepped out of the operating room, the airtight door behind him closed silently, as if an invisible hand was precisely controlling everything.

"Hey, the injured person is already in surgery. Old Chai from Peking Union Medical College Hospital and I are watching over him. The surgery went smoothly, and he should be able to survive."

"Yes, it's an unmanned hospital. Dr. Luo Hao from 912 is currently performing the surgery remotely."

"The surgery went smoothly. Blood transfusion has been administered and blood pressure has risen to 65 mmHg. It is estimated that blood pressure will rise to 90 mmHg in another 20 minutes."

Mr. Zhou briefly reported the progress of the surgery and the patient's condition to the person on the other end of the phone, and then ended the call.

As soon as he turned around, the airtight door opened automatically as if it had been sensed.

On the operating table, Luo Hao, operating remotely, had begun thoracotomy, the water glistening under the operating lights.

Amazingly, the complex surgery was completed in just over thirty minutes.

The efficiency of the surgery impressed Mr. Zhou, who couldn't help but marvel at how fast modern medical technology was developing.

"Boss, I've finished this. The injured person's condition is serious, but I estimate he can survive."

“Okay, you can continue,” Boss Zhou and Boss Chai said in unison.

They both turned their heads at the same time and looked at each other.

"Senior brother, what is the identity of the injured person? Why is an unmanned hospital being used?" Zhuang Yan's voice came.

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. I don't know the name either, it's just a string of numbers." Although Luo Hao's tone was somewhat stern, he still subtly explained some things to Zhuang Yan.

"Oh oh oh."

Neither Luo Hao nor Boss Zhou knew the true identity of the injured person at this moment.

But that doesn't matter to them—a doctor's duty is to save lives and heal the wounded, and who the patient is is never a factor to consider.

In the operating room, the rhythmic hissing of negative pressure suction rang out as the saline solution used for rinsing was gradually removed.

At the same time, Luo Hao precisely controlled the robotic arm through a remote system to install a fixation plate on the patient's fracture site.

When Mr. Zhou saw the thermal shrinking and expanding rib cage being taken out of the ice basin, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes—the equipment configuration of this unmanned hospital was truly admirable.

When I had heart surgery, my heart had to be stopped, so I needed to use a smoothie.

However, it is not easy to make such a delicate and even medical slush. Even with Mr. Zhou's experience, he has rarely seen such a perfect finished product.

The scene before him made him ponder: perhaps only AI robots can truly achieve the ultimate level of certain precision craftsmanship.

Isn't this a true reflection of the era of the Internet of Everything?

In a daze, he remembered the word that Little Snail often used—"cyber ascension".

Could this be the next stage of evolution in the symbiosis between humans and machines? Boss Zhou's eyes gradually lost focus, his thoughts drifting to the distant future.

The robotic arm and "Xiao Meng" worked together seamlessly, precisely implanting 16 rib circumferential devices in a short period of time.

As warm saline solution was applied, a specially designed alloy retainer began to contract, firmly fixing the fracture ends. After a second irrigation and confirmation of no active bleeding, the entire procedure was textbook perfect.

The examination showed that the ruptured lung lobe was sutured tightly without any air leakage; the rib fractures were securely fixed, eliminating the possibility of subsequent complications.

As the last drop of warm saline solution was drained, the robotic arm began to close the chest, each movement remarkably precise.

At this point, the patient's blood pressure had risen back to 100 mmHg.

Hu~~~
The two clinical experts simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and went back to sit down.

The surgery was performed cleanly and efficiently. Although the abdominal exploration was not yet complete, Dr. Chen Yan, the director of the First Affiliated Hospital of China Medical University, had already sutured the liver, and the patient had no further bleeding points.

They should have been saved.

"Old Zhou, this rescue deserves a perfect score of 100," Boss Chai exclaimed. "If it weren't for the lack of staff at the hospital, the person would already be dead by now."

Boss Zhou nodded, agreeing with Boss Chai's words.

"Do you think they would try to resuscitate someone in the dark if we weren't there?" Boss Chai asked.

"It's hard to say about other things, but it probably can't be done on the operating table. Didn't Little Snail keep saying that for at least three to five years, human doctors will still be needed to perform the surgery?"

“Sigh, I always felt that you led him astray.” Boss Chai said disdainfully, “Back then, I thought laparoscopy was unreliable. Apart from reducing trauma, it had many disadvantages, the biggest of which was that it was too expensive.”

"Later, after we old guys retired, the next generation of directors couldn't wait to start using laparoscopy, and everyone started using laparoscopy."

"It's different. Laparoscopic surgery is still performed by a human surgeon, but an unmanned hospital is all machines. What if it gets hacked?" Boss Zhou said.

Boss Chai was getting a bit agitated. "I told you to wipe them all out! What can they do? Besides spreading the plague, what have they done all these years?"

"It's not up to you or me to decide, why are you in such a hurry?" Boss Zhou said. "Anyway, it seems there shouldn't be any problems now. This time, it's like the unmanned hospital receiving an unplanned inspection."

"Well, looking at it now, even if this patient had an accident right outside Peking Union Medical College Hospital and been sent directly to the emergency room, they might not have been able to be saved this quickly."

Boss Zhou turned his head and looked at Boss Chai intently without saying a word.

"It definitely won't be that fast, okay?" Boss Chai said disdainfully, "The AI ​​has my Peking Union Medical College Hospital's century-old medical records database!"

"Everything is about century-old medical records, as if having your Peking Union Medical College Hospital's century-old medical records database means you can solve everything," Mr. Zhou said disdainfully. "Emergency resuscitation uses textbooks."

"I also compiled the textbooks."

"Fuck off!"

These words might scare others, but they won't scare Boss Zhou.

"There are also tens of millions of related rescue records in the HIS system. Although not many are usable and the screening process is indeed time-consuming, I don't believe that your Peking Union Medical College Hospital can catch up with this."

Boss Chai laughed silently.

It doesn't matter where it is, as long as we can bring the person back, that's all that matters.

Another half hour passed, the abdominal surgery was completed, and the abdomen was closed after rinsing.

"Boss, the surgery is over. I'll keep an eye on things in the ICU," Luo Hao's voice came through.

"Okay, that's settled then. How do you estimate the injured person's recovery progress?" "A week, they should be able to be discharged in a week," Luo Hao said. "This is the AI's estimate for discharge time. I think ten days is still possible."

I glanced at the time; it took 82 minutes.

After a patient with severe car accident injuries underwent emergency treatment and surgery, the discussion is now about when the patient can be discharged.

Old Zhou seemed somewhat dazed.

"I'll log off now; I still need to adjust the parameters in the intensive care unit."

"Go ahead and get busy, I'll keep an eye on things here."

"Thank you for your hard work, boss!" Luo Hao said, then disconnected the communication.

"Let's go." Boss Chai stood up and watched as the AI ​​trolley ran over by itself, its height level with the operating table, and then the patient was moved onto the trolley.

Simultaneously, the endotracheal tube and ventilator were moved along with it.

"Damn, this is so convenient. When I was young, performing this kind of surgery required at least four people to move the patient at the end," said Boss Chai.

"Yes, we can just move it over there now." Boss Zhou sighed, as if recalling some unpleasant past events.

"Are you still thinking about that patient who fell off the operating table?"

Boss Chai relentlessly reopened Boss Zhou's wounds.

"I was thinking, how wonderful it would have been if we had these conditions back then," Boss Zhou said calmly, without getting angry or embarrassed.

"Dream on! When we first started performing surgeries, we didn't even have many ventilators. This is one of the top hospitals in the country, and back then, we had to squeeze a rubber ball during surgery."

Looking back, those were glorious years.

Compared to the present situation where the two were chatting casually in chairs and the emergency treatment ended perfectly, it's like a completely different world.

No matter how imaginative you were when you were young, you could never have imagined that the world would change into what it is today.

AI-powered trolleys and AI-powered ventilators traveled far and wide, with doors opening automatically wherever they went, without any obstruction.

The entire hospital is integrated, with data running smoothly and seamlessly in the background.

Upon arrival at the ICU, the postoperative patient is moved to a bed, and the ventilator automatically adjusts to find a suitable breathing mode for the patient.

"Xiao Meng" stood beside the patient, watching over him the whole time.

"Xiao Meng, what are you doing here?" Boss Chai asked.

“Mr. Chai, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here. All the work has been arranged, but my procedure says that if I encounter a critically ill surgical patient, the surgeon must take care of him for at least 6 hours after the surgery.”

"Little Snail's obsessive-compulsive disorder is getting worse," Boss Chai said worriedly.

"Didn't you teach him this?" Old Zhou looked at Boss Chai with suspicion. "You were like this when you were young. The first time Xiao Luohao came to my place, he pulled up a chair and sat in front of the bed after the surgery. I was surprised. My 912 ICU is very strong. There's no need for that."

"Is that so? Getting old, you've forgotten everything," Boss Chai said with a smile. "Little Meng, keep a close eye on things."

“Yes, Elder Chai!” “Xiao Meng” replied in a low voice.

"Let's go." Boss Chai turned around.

"Can you rest assured?"

"I was worried, but what could I do if I was worried about the whole rescue process?" Old Chai chuckled. "I thought that even an old man like me could still get a mission and I would do my best to complete it. But I never expected to just watch the show from beginning to end."

"How nice this is."

"Yes, that's wonderful," said Boss Chai, his voice slightly ethereal, his thoughts unreadable.

The phone rang; it was Boss Zhou's phone, not the one that was buzzing.

"Hey, Xiao Gu."

"The surgery is complete, and the patient is in the intensive care unit."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work. You can go back now."

After finishing speaking, Boss Zhou hung up the phone without listening to what Gu Huaiming was saying on the other end.

Do I need to explain how I'm carrying out this task?
It takes more than an hour to get here; the traffic in Beijing is getting worse and worse. If it weren't for the unmanned hospital, I definitely wouldn't have made it in time.

……

"Director Gu, why won't you let us in?" one of Gu Huaiming's doctors asked, looking at the fence and the flashing red light on it.

"The surgery is over," Gu Huaiming said. "He's in the intensive care unit. From what I heard from the boss, everything should have gone smoothly."

"Huh? So fast?" The doctor was surprised. He took out his phone in confusion. "I saw someone post a video of this car accident. Although it was taken down quickly, I downloaded it."

"Let me take a look." Gu Huaiming felt that the surgery must be a minor one, otherwise it would never have been so quick.

After getting in the car, he wasn't in a hurry to go back. On the way here, Gu Huaiming honked the horn almost the entire time.

Although no surgery was performed, the body's adrenaline levels remained high.

The very act of giving orders to carry out a task can be nerve-wracking.

Sitting down and having a smoke, Gu Huaiming took the phone from one of his doctor's subordinates.

A dilapidated car came into view, and several kind-hearted people were helping to lift it up slightly so that "Xiao Meng" could pull the injured person out from under the car.

"Fuck me!"

Although the camera only flashed briefly in the crowd, Gu Huaiming still saw the three concave signs.

Patients with emergency trauma who exhibit the three-recession sign generally do not survive.

It seems I was careless; the patient's condition wasn't mild at all, but rather that they received timely treatment.

The video is short, that's all.

"The patient's injuries are very serious, how come the surgery was completed so quickly?" the junior doctor said, then suddenly lowered his voice, "Director, do you think they're keeping it a secret? Is this some important person?"

"How could that be? Don't talk nonsense." Gu Huaiming squinted at the deserted hospital. In the intensive care unit, he could vaguely see a figure standing straight as a pine tree.

It should be an AI robot.

Gu Huaiming just couldn't understand how the AI ​​robot could be so powerful. How many technical details were required for a single rescue?
Even Gu Huaiming couldn't count them all at once.

The slightest mistake could ruin the entire process. This hospital is usually just the owner and Old Man Chai—two old men, what can they possibly do?
Being both a nurse and a doctor?

If it were just the two of them, the surgery wouldn't have been able to be performed yet.

Even if it's just me, three people aren't enough.

Surgery is a team effort that requires close coordination. At least 10 people are needed to complete the entire process, including emergency room doctors, emergency room nurses, resident doctors, surgical anesthesiologists, and operating room nurses.

Even if it were 912, it wouldn't be something that could be done in just over an hour.

But this hospital quietly completed a major project.

As Gu Huaiming pondered this, he took out his phone and called Luo Hao.

"Professor Luo."

"Director Gu, I wouldn't dare!" Luo Hao was in high spirits and joked with Gu Huaiming, "Director Gu, what are your instructions?"

"I dare not accept the instructions. I was at the gate of the deserted hospital in Pangkezhuang when they said the emergency treatment was over, and the boss kicked me out."

"Well, Punk Village is indeed a bit far," Luo Hao chuckled.

“Tell me about the parts that aren’t classified,” Gu Huaiming said.

"You've already seen it, Xiao Meng. Under Xiao Meng's command, the whole process was like a drill."

exercise!

Others might dismiss the term, but Gu Huaiming knew exactly what an exercise was like.

Those are all processes that have been refined through countless trials and tribulations; they are pleasing to the eye to watch.

But right now, a car accident happened to occur near an unmanned hospital. The military AI determined that the unmanned hospital was the best option, so it issued the order.

This was an emergency, but the unmanned hospital was able to perform like a drill!
"I didn't have my boss perform the surgery; I did it remotely. The abdominal surgery was performed remotely by Director Chen, and it went quite smoothly."

"That's all. It's just about saving an emergency patient. There's no point in saying more."

"Nothing went wrong?" Gu Huaiming asked.

"No, everything is going smoothly. I'm currently reviewing the process. If you're interested, you can submit an application to review it with the boss."

Is it classified at a high level?

"Not high. The background is highly classified. A single rescue operation only involves operational data, so it should be possible to access it upon application."

"Xiao Luo, tell me, aren't you quite mature already?" Gu Huaiming's voice trembled slightly as he asked this question.

From the emergence of AI robots to trial operation and the rescue of an emergency patient, the unmanned hospital took only about a year.

If it matures, it can be used in many scenarios in the future.

From the South China Sea to the East China Sea, from Heilongjiang to the Gobi Desert in Northwest China, and then to the Tibetan Plateau.

At that time, a dozen AI robots will be wielding Green Dragon Crescent Blades, capable of fighting on horseback and rescuing people on foot...

Thinking about these things, Gu Huaiming felt inexplicably excited, but after the excitement came endless emptiness and confusion, as if he had entered a state of enlightenment.

Not only doctors, but even frontline soldiers can be reduced by countless people and replaced with unmanned equipment.

"It's alright, Director Gu, you should still submit the application." Luo Hao didn't answer directly.

"Okay, then you go ahead with your work. I'll submit the application, and we'll discuss it after I've reviewed it." Gu Huaiming hung up the phone.

……

"This letter came at just the right time~~~" Boss Chai hummed a little tune as he went to change his clothes.

He walked very slowly, thinking about the scene of "Xiao Meng" directing the rescue as he walked.

Upon entering the changing room, Boss Chai opened the locker door.

A bottle of purified water is placed in a prominent position.

Looking at the purified water, Boss Chai gave a helpless, bitter smile.

Times have changed.

(End of this chapter)