White armor

Chapter 721 The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.
"Are you constipated?" Chen Yong retorted to Ma Zhuang without any hesitation.

Initially, Ma Zhuang left a bad impression on Chen Yong during the emergency room rescue, and Chen Yong firmly believed in one sentence—never trust any man who has received hyaluronic acid injections.

In particular, Chen Yong thought Ma Zhuang's expression was "sneaky," and he felt that Ma Zhuang was up to no good at all.

So Chen Yong directly confronted him.

"Then you go ahead with your work, I..."

"Brother Yong, wait a minute." Ma Zhuang reached out to grab Chen Yong, but Chen Yong dodged and made a hand seal with his right hand.

"Brother Yong, no! We're on the same side!!" Ma Zhuang was startled. He knew how formidable Chen Yong was from Boss Lou.

When Ma Zhuang saw that Chen Yong was about to increase the intensity of his movements, he was startled and quickly let go.

"Speak your mind, don't get physical." Chen Yong said, somewhat displeased. "You won't answer my questions, and you even tried to pull me away when I wanted to leave. Is that how you behave?"

"Brother Yong, Brother Yong, I'm sorry." Ma Zhuang awkwardly lowered his hand, but his attitude remained upright. No matter what Chen Yong said, he wasn't angry.

"Tell me or not, I'm leaving if you don't."

Chen Yong found it boring, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Boss Lou get out of the car.

they?

Is someone here to see a doctor?
Chen Yong was somewhat curious.

"Ma Zhuang, you too." Boss Lou first berated Ma Zhuang, then apologized to Chen Yong with a kind smile.

"Mr. Lou, please speak."

"Well, we just wanted to come see Lao Meng in the middle of the night to check out the AI ​​robot, so we'd have a general idea and something to talk to Professor Luo about tomorrow."

AI robots.

Chen Yong smiled. It turned out he had guessed wrong; they weren't there to see patients, but to observe.

"To be honest," Boss Lou said, gesturing for him to proceed.

Chen Yong knew he was going to see "Xiao Meng," but he took the opportunity to follow him into the inpatient department.

"I had thought Professor Luo's project would progress quickly, but I never expected it to be this fast. When I was overseas, I heard that AI projects were progressing rapidly, and it seems that they are currently working on bringing AI robots to rural areas?"

"You, Boss Lou, are quite well-informed," Chen Yong said with a smile.

Boss Lou is no ordinary person; he has planted countless spies within the leadership of the First Affiliated Hospital of China Medical University. Although they don't involve anything else, it's clear how much effort he puts into it.

However, since Boss Lou's actions were not annoying, Chen Yong did not confront him like he did with Ma Zhuang.

"I was just thinking about cooperating more with Professor Luo's work," Boss Lou chuckled, then said seriously, "Dr. Chen, to be honest, I didn't expect you to make a breakthrough on your end too."

"I?"

"The AI ​​fortune-telling robot in Funiu Mountain, let's call it Fangcun Mountain, is already quite famous."

"Who told you that?"

A chilling aura rushed towards Boss Lou.

“I have a friend who does fortune telling there.” Boss Lou seemed oblivious, smiling gently. “He said a new young fortune teller has arrived, wearing a Taoist robe, and looks a bit like you, Dr. Chen. Without anyone telling him, he can guess that it’s one of the robots you made.”

"Boss Lou is truly a man of great wisdom," Chen Yong remarked.

"Oh, not at all, I was just guessing," Boss Lou laughed. "I've seen one of my men go to Funiu Mountain to have his fortune told, and he recorded the whole thing on video."

"Oh?" Chen Yong became interested. "Let me see."

ding dong~
The elevator stopped, and the group stepped out, but instead of heading to the ward, they stood in the lobby. Boss Lou took out his phone and showed Chen Yong the video.

In the video, Fangcunshan is dressed in a Taoist robe, looking like a hermit, unlike ordinary people.

Just from this demeanor, one can tell that Fangcun Mountain has some real skill and inspires a certain degree of trust.

"Hello, Immortal Master," the person recording the video said politely.

"Just call me Master Fang," Fang Cunshan said casually, exuding an air of superiority.

"Master Fang, I've come to ask you to analyze my birth chart."

After saying that, the person recording the video handed a neatly folded piece of paper to Fang Cunshan.

Fang Cunshan stretched out his hand; it was as white as jade, with a warm, lustrous sheen that pleased anyone who saw it.

A dozen seconds later, Fang Cunshan finished his calculations. His voice was gentle yet devoid of any human emotion as he calmly said, "You are destined to have a benefactor, but you have too many romantic opportunities. Have you been attracting any more romantic attention recently?"

"Yes," the man answered honestly.

“This peach blossom is a karmic entanglement, and it carries the aura of war,” Fang Cunshan said. “You should break it off. It’s strange, I rarely sense any signs of war these days. You’d better not go abroad recently.”

"Master Fang!" The person recording the video was a little excited and took two steps forward.

Fang Cunshan's eyes widened slightly, just like Chen Yong's; his displeasure was like a knife stabbing into people.

"I really need to go abroad, I have to go. Can you help me find a way?"

“Break through? No way.” Fang Cunshan shook his head. “If you know there’s trouble, just don’t go out. Why bother facing it head-on?”

The man hesitated for a long time, but in the end, Fang Cunshan didn't say anything.

When the next person came up, the video should have ended, but it continued.

Chen Yong didn't find anything new about it. After all, Fangcun Mountain had cut off the tram lines when he performed his magic, so the difficulty of interpreting birth charts was extremely low for him.

The person recording the video opened the trunk, which contained many Hermès bags.

At this point, Hermès had lost its luxury appeal and was just a container.

He was carrying four heavy bags, and you could hear him panting.

"This one must hold several million," Chen Yong said with a smile.

"Eight million."

"Wow? This guy's awesome," Chen Yong said.

Chen Yong praised him, not because of the amount of money. It was because so much cash—one bag weighed nearly ninety kilograms; how heavy would four of them be?

The man simply picked up the bag, it didn't seem like much trouble.

Chen Yong, who handles cash frequently, is quite sensitive to this.

“He’s the best fighter among my men,” Boss Lou laughed. “Ever since the Kunshan Brother Long incident, there’s been a crackdown on organized crime, so there hasn’t been much work. But he hasn’t lost his skills, and he hasn’t been drained by women.”

"Hehe." Chen Yong chuckled. This guy was really something, able to carry a bag weighing nearly 200 kilograms with one hand.

Compared to that, tens of millions in cash is nothing.

The man approached Master Qi and bowed respectfully.

Master Qi spoke to him in a vague manner, and finally gave him a talisman.

The video ends here.

None of the three showed any unusual interest in the more than 30 million yuan in cash.

"Boss Lou, he wouldn't have really gone abroad, would he?" Chen Yong asked after reading it.

“Yes, there’s big business outside. We’ve been in this dangerous business for many years. We have to pay our respects to Master Fang, and we still have to go for it.” Boss Lou said, then sighed, “But I didn’t expect Master Fang to be so accurate. It was my fault. I should have informed you back then.”

"Don't even think about it. Defying fate isn't that easy. Old Qi can do it, but I can't." Chen Yong directly pushed the task away.

Boss Lou's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't ask why Master Qi could do it while Chen Yong couldn't.

"How are people now?"

"Oh no, his lower limbs... sigh." Boss Lou sighed again, "He was run over by a dump truck. Luckily, he got a Taoist talisman from Master Qi, so he survived, but both legs were comminuted fractured. At the time, we were in Colombia, and they risked their lives to bring him back. Otherwise, he would probably be a broken piece of metal."

"Is that side really that fierce?" Chen Yong wasn't interested in whether they were disabled or injured; he was mainly surprised by the ferocity of the Colombian side.

I'd heard news reports before about thousands of corpses in airport hangars, but I never imagined it would actually be this barbaric.

It seems that the human body industry chain does indeed exist. No wonder that bastard Luo Hao refused to have an organ transplant. He's a real dog, Chen Yong thought to himself.

"Yes, indeed. I haven't seen blood in years, and it's making my eyelids twitch. Those white people really haven't evolved yet, Dr. Chen, you're right."

"Right, that's how I see it."

Chen Yong said with a smile, "Do you want to ask Luo Hao to let the AI ​​robot perform surgery on-site?"

"Hmm," said Boss Lou. "The mercenaries also suffered casualties. We saw that Professor Luo had made a breakthrough, so we thought we could come and see if we could provide battlefield first aid."

"It sounds tempting, but I don't think it'll work," Chen Yong said decisively. "The security level is still quite high. Luo Hao can't just give it to you casually. It would require applications and all that trouble."

“I can submit an application!” Boss Lou said in a low voice.

Chen Yong's eyelids twitched. Boss Lou was also a member of the system?

And he's connected to everyone in 209? Maybe even to his master.

Seeing Chen Yong staring intently at him, Boss Lou smiled and said, "Here's the thing, Dr. Chen, my partner has a security company under Poly Group. They should be able to submit an application."

Gan!
Chen Yong cursed inwardly, "So that's how it is."

"Then go ahead and bring it up. Given Luo Hao's personality, he won't agree," Chen Yong said indifferently.

"Let me take a look and ask Professor Luo about this. To be honest, Dr. Chen, the one I applied for and the one Professor Luo gave me are definitely two different styles. You certainly know more about this than I do."

Seeing that Boss Lou was cunning and greasy, Chen Yong just smiled and turned to walk towards his office.

"Xiao Miao, you're going to Peking Union Medical College Hospital soon. Talk to Professor Luo on video calls often, don't just focus on studying." Meng Liangren's voice came from the office.

"Old Meng, what are you teaching the kids?" Chen Yong walked in and saw Miao Youfang sitting obediently and properly next to Meng Liangren, while Zhuang Yan was humming a little tune and playing Hatsune Miku.

"Xiao Miao is leaving." Meng Liangren stood up and then saw Boss Lou and Ma Zhuang. He was not surprised, but politely invited the guests in.

“I’m giving Xiao Miao some instructions. It’s not that I’m taking advantage of my age. Xiao Miao is still young, and there are some things he may think are unimportant, but they are actually the most important.”

Chen Yong didn't spoil the fun, but instead introduced Miao Youfang to Boss Lou.

Professor Lou treated Luo Hao's first graduate student with utmost respect, even handing Miao Youfang a gold-embossed business card and saying they should keep in touch. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Professor Lou turned his attention to "Xiao Meng," who was diligently reviewing medical records.

"This was made based on Dr. Meng's model, right? It's a younger version of Dr. Meng."

"Yes, Professor Luo tried many different models but was not satisfied with any of them, so in the end he used my model." Meng Liangren scratched his head and smiled wryly.

"Is it easy to use?" Boss Lou asked.

"It looks pretty good now. The diagnoses are all very good, after all, there is a database to support them. The best thing is the image interpretation. Xiao Meng's image interpretation accuracy rate is as high as 99.6%."

Mr. Lou didn't know what a 99.6% accuracy rate in film review meant; he thought it was simple and ordinary.

So he just watched as "Xiao Meng" reviewed the medical records, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Old Meng, can it perform surgery?"

"Yes, but Professor Luo won't allow it," Meng Liangren replied. "In the recent microsurgery competition, Meng completely outperformed the surgical robot from the Italian company."

"Why not?" Ma Zhuang asked in surprise.

Logically speaking, if such a powerful and advanced technology fell into one's hands, one would definitely want to promote it extensively, as if afraid others wouldn't know how awesome one is.

Professor Luo, however, was a dog, which Ma Zhuang found hard to understand.

"Because there are no precedents in the field of AI surgery, Professor Luo is being cautious and wants to gain more experience."

“I have performed so many surgeries! They are all gunshot wounds that are extremely rare in China!” Ma Zhuang exclaimed excitedly.

Boss Lou glared fiercely at Ma Zhuang, who immediately sat back down like a deflated balloon.

"It seems like we performed a surgery today. Professor Luo completed a crucial preliminary step, using an AI robot to assist in opening the self-expanding stent."

"Oh, it can't be used for surgery yet. What about the others?" Boss Lou asked.

"Overall, it's alright, barely acceptable," Meng Liangren replied vaguely.

Boss Lou didn't say anything about Meng Liangren's expression, he just looked at "Little Meng" quietly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"I ate too much tonight." The hospital's general manager walked in, stretching his arms, and he was surprised to see Ma Zhuang.

"Manager Ma, what brings you here?" the hospital's general manager greeted him, then looked Ma Zhuang up and down. "Manager Ma seems different from before."

"No, it's the same as before." Ma Zhuang was indeed different from before; he had also learned to laugh it off.

"Hey, Xiao Meng, can you look after a patient for me?" The head of the ward beckoned, and a man walked in.

"He's my neighbor. He's been under a lot of work pressure lately, has been having trouble sleeping, and has headaches," the hospital manager explained. "Could you take a look at him?"

The man felt something was off about "Xiao Meng" because he was young, but he was polite and didn't express his displeasure. He just looked the young man up and down.

"Xiao Meng, go ahead and take a look." Meng Liangren gave "Xiao Meng" the instruction.

Boss Lou's eyes lit up!
He realized what was going on—the head of the ward was looking at Meng Liangren while speaking, while "Little Meng" remained silent. Only after Meng Liangren made a definitive statement did "Little Meng" get up and approach the patient.

"Xiao Meng" listens to Meng Liangren!
This means a significant reduction in costs, at least for Mr. Lou.

Loyalty, max!

I just don't know how good its anti-virus capabilities are. If the firewall is very powerful, AI robots could indeed be very useful abroad.

Boss Lou stared intently at "Xiao Meng," and saw "Xiao Meng" begin to inquire about medical history, followed by a physical examination.

"Xiao Meng" was meticulous, even using a stethoscope. He performed the four diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, palpation, and percussion to an extremely high standard.

"Still a bit rigid," Mr. Lou thought to himself. Even he knew how to diagnose this kind of patient: order a CT scan, and if everything was fine, send the patient home to rest.

At most, patients can get melatonin or something similar from the pharmacy.

But "Xiao Meng" followed the medical procedures very seriously. Based on Mr. Lou's decades of experience dealing with hospitals, almost no doctor would do that.

What's written in the documents is what's in the documents; the reality is often quite different.

"It's too rigid. It really is the style of a robot," Boss Lou thought to himself.

Even if "Xiao Meng" looks like a real person, it doesn't matter. Its rigid behavior and adherence to all rules prove that it has an internal operating program.

However, Boss Lou was still very happy. "Xiao Meng's" movements were similar to those of a normal human being, slightly stiff, but not noticeable unless you looked closely.

This is amazing! Mr. Lou has been overwhelmed by all the changes in the past two years.

In the past few years, it was already quite remarkable to witness a groundbreaking technological revolution, but in the last two years, both at Professor Luo's level and at the national level, various technological products have exploded in popularity, something we never dared to dream of.

“Go get an echocardiogram,” said Xiao Meng.

"???" Boss Lou was taken aback.

Echocardiography? Shouldn't it be a head CT scan? Treating the head when it hurts is the most basic principle, so how did it become that a headache requires a heart checkup?

"Xiao Meng, do you suspect it's congenital heart disease?" The head of the ward was also taken aback and asked.

"???"

Mr. Lou was stunned. Is there a connection between congenital heart disease and headaches?
"When making a differential diagnosis, the occasional systolic murmur at the second intercostal space on the left sternal border or in the left chest suggests patent foramen ovale."

"Wow, I didn't even notice before." The hospital director was surprised, but then he pulled the man up and said, "Come on, I'll take you to get an echocardiogram."

"I...I have a headache," the patient insisted.

"You don't know anything. Patent foramen ovale doesn't cause obvious symptoms because of the small blood flow to the heart."

However, if the pressure in the right atrium exceeds that in the left atrium for various reasons, such as strenuous exercise, coughing, or diving, or if you have recently been feeling stressed, a patent foramen ovale can cause a significant right-to-left abnormal shunting, leading to paradoxical embolism and other related clinical syndromes, resulting in symptoms such as unexplained headaches, dizziness, shortness of breath, or limb weakness.

"Oh, stop nagging." The head of the ward pulled the man up and turned back to say, "Xiao Meng, thanks. Lao Meng, could you watch the ward for me? I'm going to do an echocardiogram."

“Go ahead, I won’t leave,” Meng Liangren smiled.

The hospital manager left in a hurry, leaving Boss Lou and Ma Zhuangfeng bewildered.

The diagnosis made by "Xiao Meng" seemed far-fetched to these laymen, but to Meng Liangren and his colleagues it was as simple as eating and drinking.

Although the hospital director hadn't expected it to be a patent foramen ovale, he knew what it was as soon as "Xiao Meng" mentioned it.

Mr. Lou was somewhat emotional.

However, he looked at "Xiao Meng" with bright, shining eyes, as if he were looking at a treasure, finding it all very precious.

"Xiao Meng is pretty good, huh? He diagnosed patent foramen ovale right away," Chen Yong asked with a smile.

“Indeed, Professor Luo is amazing,” Boss Lou praised. “However, I don’t need these kinds of difficult diagnoses; it’s just a simple external injury.”

Chen Yong shook his head. "Luo Hao won't agree, so Boss Lou, you can forget about it."

"Alright, I've met him and I'm relieved to know that Professor Luo's project is progressing smoothly." Boss Lou didn't argue, but stood up and bowed slightly. "Everyone, I'll be going now."

"Walk slowly."

Chen Yong politely escorted Boss Lou to the elevator, where he saw Zhuang Yan also come out.

"Xiao Zhuang, how's your Hatsune Miku?"

"Not bad, Yong-ge, look."

"Let me see."

Back in his office, Chen Yong picked up a Hatsune Miku doll folded by Zhuang Yan. It already looked quite similar to the original, although it couldn't compare to Luo Hao's craftsmanship, but it was a huge improvement for Zhuang Yan.

Even the professors leading Chen Yan's research group might not be able to achieve this level.

Even just considering paper folding, Chen Yan might not be as skilled as Zhuang Yan.

"Xiao Zhuang is good; he's really skillful and definitely has the makings of a surgeon," Chen Yong praised generously.

"Dr. Chen, what's the purpose of Boss Lou's visit?" Meng Liangren asked cautiously.

"Oh, I'm looking for a battlefield robot to perform the surgery."

"He went to Russia?!"

"No, many places abroad are in chaos. He seems to be in Mexico or Colombia. There's no war there, but the various underground orders are constantly at war. Didn't you know about what happened at the Colombian airport a while ago?"

"I know, it sounds scary, but I didn't expect it to be so chaotic over there."

"There's a saying, 'The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish.' Boss Lou is truly capable for being able to stand firm," Chen Yong said, laughing heartily. "But it has nothing to do with us. I'm going to the operating room to find Old Liu."

……

The next morning, Luo Hao arrived at the hospital and was greeted by Boss Lou and Ma Zhuang.

"Hello, Mr. Lou."

Although they had arranged to meet via WeChat, Luo Hao hadn't expected Boss Lou to come looking for him so early.

"Professor Luo, I saw your AI robot yesterday, it's really well done. Your progress is so rapid, it's making me envious," said Boss Lou.

"It's alright, at least for now there doesn't seem to be any problem," Luo Hao changed the subject.

"I have something I'd like to trouble you with, Professor Luo. By the way, you've met Mr. Ye from Poly before, Professor Luo. He'll be arriving at noon today."

Luo Hao remembered that kind and honest fat man.

It seems the security company has connections with Boss Lou, but if that General Manager Ye is coming, he should at least inform me in advance.

Luo Hao was somewhat vague.

"It's something that happened recently. President Ye is working on the 209 Institute." Boss Lou, being very perceptive, guessed what Luo Hao was thinking just by looking at his expression and immediately explained.

"Is that so?" Luo Hao smiled and said, "Sure, it's been a long time since I've seen President Ye. Let's have a meal together."

"Professor Luo, your robots are progressing very quickly." Knowing that Luo Hao was busy early in the morning, Boss Lou went straight to the point, "Can we order custom-made ones?"

"Customization? It should be no problem, but Mr. Lou should discuss this with Professor Li."

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant by customization," Boss Lou said seriously. "During the annual meeting before New Year's Day, you performed an operation to help a little girl stand up and walk using an exoskeleton."

(End of this chapter)