White armor

Chapter 722 This disease name sounds so unserious!
After listening to Boss Lou's brief account of life overseas, Luo Hao was not surprised.

When I was in Baltimore, I looked at the bullet holes in the wall like an ignorant country bumpkin and asked what they were.

If Baltimore is like this, how much better can Mexico and Colombia be? The Americans are relatively orderly, while the Mexicans are more inclined towards the law of the jungle.

Luo Hao had some expectation of this, so it wasn't surprising.

“The surgery can be done,” Luo Hao said. “It’s not very difficult, but there will definitely be some minor issues. This is not a routine surgery, and there isn’t even a surgical procedure for it. It can only be considered part of scientific research.”

“Yes, yes, yes, research is fine!” Boss Lou agreed repeatedly. “Just treat it as a model for research. I told his wife to sign whatever is required.”

Luo Hao felt a pang of regret. If only patients were all this compliant with medical advice.

But he also knew that Boss Lou had special requirements, which not all patients' families could meet.

"Alright, then let's arrange for hospitalization." Luo Hao smiled. "Boss Lou, you've gone through a lot of trouble. Just come to me directly next time."

"Well, I also came back to check on the progress." Boss Lou's expression shifted, and he said in a low voice, "After the surgery is completed and I have the exoskeleton, I'm thinking of making some modifications."

"Renovation?"

Luo Hao's mind was filled with all sorts of unbelievable things.

Is this really a good idea?

"Life's tough, we always have to go out and try our luck. Is this what you call 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do'?" Boss Lou said vaguely.

Is this what they call "when in Rome, do as the Romans do"?

Luo Hao understood what Boss Lou meant. Most of his men were the ones who were supposed to be targeted before the crackdown on organized crime. After all, Boss Lou himself had narrowly escaped death in a well, so he didn't care much about his life.

He's still eating the local specialty mushrooms from the well.

He'll do anything to make money.

The crackdown in China is too severe; if it were any less intense, Mr. Lou would never have considered going overseas.

However, what kind of chemical reaction will occur when the down-to-earth Mr. Lou meets cutting-edge technology?
Luo Hao chose not to interfere too much with Boss Lou's plans. Although the two had a relationship, it was not one of complete confiding.

"Professor Luo, the AI ​​robot is really amazing. I saw it examine a patient and give a diagnosis right away."

"Really? It's alright."

"I've never seen anyone this capable in other industries."

"Hey, isn't this thanks to my family's century-old medical record database from Peking Union Medical College Hospital and the billions of medical records from the HIS system over the past twenty years?"

The medical industry is like a STEM field; you can just plug in the formulas. To put it another way, other industries start from scratch, while the medical industry began accumulating AI data shortly after China's accession to the WTO. How can they be compared?

Mr. Lou's final statement is thought-provoking.

The sheer number of billions of medical records is likely not an exaggeration.

What does this mean...?

"Sixth Brother!" Luo Hao spotted technician number 66 at a glance.

The other party and several medical staff were hurrying towards the inpatient department, their expressions revealing a sense of urgency.

Upon hearing Luo Hao's call, technician number 66 was visibly startled for a moment before quickly stepping forward to greet him.

"Professor Luo, what brings you here?" Technician No. 66 asked.

Seeing the other person's troubled expression, Luo Hao couldn't help but laugh loudly, "What, what are you up to behind my back?"

Technician No. 66 was speechless for a moment.

Luo Hao's gaze passed over him and landed on the unfamiliar man behind him, his brows furrowing slightly—could it be that Lao Liu had developed some special fetish?
That's really unexpected.

However, Luo Hao was just guessing and didn't think that Lao Liu had actually done anything.

"Professor Luo, my friend is sick. He suddenly became unbearably itchy, so I brought him directly to see Xiao Meng for a checkup."

Mr. Lou listened with great interest to what technician number 66 had to say.

Clearly, the people around Luo Hao have unwavering faith in the diagnostic capabilities of the AI ​​robot—otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to the AI ​​robot instead of going to the emergency room or a specialist doctor first.

This subtle yet meaningful gesture was noticed by the astute Boss Lou, immediately piquing his interest.

No amount of lavish academic reports and papers can truly assess a surgeon's skill; the actions of those around us are the most reliable indicator. Just as the best judges of a surgeon's true competence are scrub nurses and anesthesiologists.

This scene undoubtedly confirms that Professor Luo's statement about "integrating billions of medical records from the Peking Union Medical College Hospital's medical record database and the HIS system" is by no means an exaggeration.

Especially when the number "hundreds of billions of medical records" came to mind, Mr. Lou felt a surge of excitement.

Although he knew nothing about AI technology, such a massive amount of data feeding could transform even the most primitive algorithms into sophisticated diagnostic engines.

Let alone an engine, even a pig could be fed into becoming a wild boar king.

"Sixth Brother, come on, I'll come along and take a look," Luo Hao said.

Technician No. 66 seemed a little reserved, but didn't explain much. He just chatted with Luo Hao about the details of the surgery that afternoon.

From their conversation, Mr. Lou was surprised to learn that these AI robots were waterproof and could wash themselves autonomously.

This discovery caught his eye—Professor Luo's novel gadgets were becoming more and more to his liking.

Once again, Luo Hao went upstairs. Technician No. 66 waited for Luo Hao to enter the office first, and then let Boss Lou and the silent Ma Zhuang in before entering himself.

Ma Zhuang grinned as he looked at Technician No. 66 and his friend with a mocking gaze, as if he knew everything.

"Old Meng, Lao Liu has a friend who isn't feeling well. Could you ask Xiao Meng to take a look?" Luo Hao said.

"Xiao Meng, go see the patient." Meng Liangren didn't waste any time and immediately activated "Xiao Meng".

"Where are you feeling unwell?" "Xiao Meng" didn't waste any words and politely went up to ask.

"I feel itchy all over after dinner tonight, especially on my back, and I can't even touch it," the man said hurriedly.

As he spoke, he moved his shoulders, as if rubbing the itchy spot with his clothes.

“Oh, let me take a look at the treatment room.” “Xiao Meng” even smiled as he spoke.

Upon arriving at the treatment room, they found a large crowd, which made the friend brought by technician number 66 look rather awkward.

"It's nothing, everyone just wants to see the diagnosis, so hurry up." Technician No. 66 didn't seem to mind, so it didn't seem like something embarrassing.

The man slowly took off his shirt and turned his back to "Xiao Meng".

In an instant, dozens of hideous whip marks appeared before everyone's eyes.

"This... did you scratch yourself?" Meng Liangren was astonished and blurted out the question before "Little Meng" could respond.

"No, I can't touch it. I was having dinner with some friends when it suddenly started itching terribly," the man said helplessly. "I can't touch it, so I just wipe it with my clothes, which makes it feel a little better."

"Brother, they're really going all out," Ma Zhuang chuckled and whispered to Boss Lou.

"Can't you just shut up? Can't you?" Boss Lou glared at Ma Zhuang.

"Hehe, getting whipped, that's quite a taste."

The next second, Ma Zhuang felt Lou's gaze was sharp as a knife, so he immediately shut his mouth and gave a smirk.

"Xiao Meng" began to inquire about the patient's medical history. It asked about the medical history in a meticulous and methodical manner, which even Boss Lou and Ma Zhuang found professional.

The patient developed linear erythema with itching on his back and buttocks about three hours ago while eating, without any obvious cause. He had no history of frequent scratching and no fever, chest tightness, shortness of breath, or other discomfort.

During a meal, I was persuaded to take some allergy medications, including antihistamines and prednisone, but they were ineffective and the itching persisted.

The claim that it was a whip mark was probably a joke; everyone felt that the real cause was likely the relatively rare urticaria.

The man had taken allergy medication and prednisone, but there was still no effect, and it didn't seem like ordinary urticaria.

Looking back, what are those if not whip marks? The patient's back and buttocks are covered with whip marks, while his front, arms, and lower limbs are not.

Mr. Lou was looking at it very carefully. Whether it was a whip mark or not was not important to him. What he wanted to see was how the AI ​​robot would diagnose and deal with it.

This is exactly what Boss Lou wanted to see.

He wanted to see what new things Professor Luo had come up with during his time abroad.

After taking the patient's medical history, "Xiao Meng" began the physical examination.

The man's back and buttocks showed numerous irregularly distributed linear edematous erythema, resembling a whipping appearance.

The dense erythematous area was dotted with millet-sized papules, and the dermatographia test was negative.

This is no ordinary case of urticaria!
Even a layman like Ma Zhuang understands that if it were urticaria or allergic dermatitis, a light scratch would leave a noticeable mark, but this patient in front of him had no such characteristics.

The fact that he had already taken the relevant medications without any effect further confirmed some of the speculations.

Technician No. 66 looked rather unpleasant.

He was in an even more difficult position, especially with Professor Luo Haoluo around.

"Xiao Xu, you! Why don't you tell me the truth!" Technician No. 66's temples were bulging with veins, she was very angry, and her tone became much sterner.

"No, I didn't."

"You...you still dare to say that..."

"Sixth Brother!" Luo Hao shouted in a deep voice, stopping Technician No. 66.

"Professor Luo, I'm sorry..." Technician No. 66 said apologetically.

"You...don't speak, listen to Xiao Meng." Luo Hao was both amused and exasperated, looking with interest at the whip marks all over the man's back and buttocks, a smile playing on his lips.

"..." Technician No. 66 wanted to explain something, but Luo Hao's words were like a talisman stuck to his mouth, leaving him speechless.

"What did you eat tonight? Think carefully." After the physical examination, "Xiao Meng" returned to the part of asking about medical history.

"Hot pot..." The man was also a little unhappy. He had just been scolded by technician number 66, and he was still angry. His tone of voice was also a bit harsh.

What ingredients are used in hot pot?

"You... I'm not watching anymore, I'm going home." The man felt that everyone was looking at him strangely, so he put on his clothes and headed out.

"Don't rush me." Luo Hao smiled. "Xiao Meng, at this point you should just ask if we have any shiitake mushrooms, instead of making the patient ask himself."

“Yes, Professor Luo,” “Xiao Meng” said respectfully.

Shiitake mushrooms? Shiitake mushrooms!

Will the mushroom transform into a hot, beautiful woman, wielding a small leather whip and constantly lashing herself?
"Shiitake mushrooms? Yes, there are!" The man was surprised, but he couldn't figure out what shiitake mushrooms had to do with the itching on his back.

Subconsciously, he reached into his pants and scratched vigorously.

"Be gentle. Although there are no scratches, you can easily break the skin if you use so much force, which could lead to a secondary infection," Luo Hao advised.

"Doctor, what's wrong with me?" The man was stunned.

Luo Hao glanced at "Xiao Meng," who immediately replied, "It's shiitake mushroom dermatitis, a self-limiting disease that doesn't require treatment and can heal on its own in 3-5 days."

"???"

"???"

"???"

Everyone in the treatment room was stunned. The name of the disease was far too simplistic and crude. What disease is named after a food ingredient?
Mushroom dermatitis—it doesn't sound very serious.

Whether it's true or false, AI robots won't be like DS, making things up without knowing the answer.

"I see. Then I'll explain briefly." Luo Hao smiled. "Let's go to the office."

Technician 66 was stunned. He stared blankly at Luo Hao, unsure whether Luo Hao truly had this condition or was giving him a way out.

"Come on, Lao Liu, what are you standing there for?" Meng Liangren saw that Technician No. 66 was standing there in a daze, so he pulled him up.

"Old Meng, what's wrong with Professor Luo...?"

"Do you think Professor Luo would go to the trouble of giving you a way out?" Meng Liangren laughed. "It must be an allergy to shiitake mushrooms, scientifically known as shiitake mushroom dermatitis."

"But I've taken all the medicine, and there are no scratches," technician number 66 said sheepishly.

“If you understand everything, you’d be Professor Luo, right, Lao Liu?” Meng Liangren almost blindly believed in Luo Hao. Even when Luo Hao said that mushrooms could transform, he could defend Luo Hao from every angle.

Technician 66 was somewhat bewildered; he hadn't expected there to be such a strange and "improper" disease.

"Don't overthink it, just go and listen and you'll know," Old Meng comforted him.

Technician No. 66 nodded and followed them into the office.

After Luo Hao entered the room, he snapped his fingers, and the robotic panda strode up to him with an arrogant and domineering air.

Its gait was becoming more and more like bamboo. Luo Hao suddenly missed that scoundrel who used to lord it over people in the Qinling Mountains and even knew how to put out fires.

Picking up a marker, Luo Hao pulled the blackboard over and began lecturing as if he were teaching a student.

"Shiitake mushrooms originated in Asia, and they are recorded in the fungi catalogues of the Song Dynasty in China," Luo Hao explained in a clear voice.

“In a 2014 study published in Clinical Toxicology, French scientists collected cases of shiitake mushroom dermatitis that had occurred in the country over the past 10 years and found that 15 out of 32 patients developed this rare shiitake mushroom dermatitis due to direct consumption of raw shiitake mushrooms.”

"Because shiitake mushrooms originated in East Asia, there are more people with allergies here, but back then no one wrote academic papers, so it just passed."

"..."

"..."

Those who attended the lecture expressed their regret.

"The earliest case of shiitake mushroom dermatitis was reported by Japanese scientists in 1974."

“Recently, there have been more and more related medical records. In the HIS system, there are probably hundreds of thousands of related medical records, and these are for serious cases that require hospitalization. It’s just that many of them were not diagnosed correctly and got better on their own after taking medication haphazardly for a few days.”

Lentinan is a polysaccharide found in the cell walls of shiitake mushroom fruiting bodies.

This substance is not heat-resistant; it is destroyed when cooked.

However, if people eat undercooked or raw shiitake mushrooms, the shiitake polysaccharides may cause generalized erythema and striped prurigo about 24 hours after entering the human body. This may not only affect the back and limbs, but also cause whip-like erythema on the face and back of the head.

These red patches can cause extreme itching and can worsen with sun exposure.

"Eating hot pot with undercooked shiitake mushrooms increases the likelihood of developing shiitake mushroom dermatitis due to the polysaccharides in shiitake mushrooms. Considering the patient's condition and medical history, shiitake mushroom dermatitis is the most probable diagnosis."

Ma Zhuang was dumbfounded.

In his worldview, that man was a submissive who was willing to be whipped.

Unexpectedly, Professor Luo gave a long and well-reasoned explanation, revealing that it was caused by eating undercooked mushrooms in the hot pot.

Hearing this, Ma Zhuang listened intently without even realizing it.

I mustn't make a similar fool of myself.

"Doctors have discovered that shiitake mushroom dermatitis is a self-limiting disease. In other words, although there is no corresponding drug to treat this disease, the symptoms it causes will gradually disappear after 3 to 21 days."

It's said to take 3-21 days, but 21 days is the absolute limit; recovery usually happens within 5 days.

At this point, Luo Hao looked around to see if anyone had any questions.

Meng Liangren was an exceptionally skilled straight man, and raised his hand in greeting.

"Old Meng, what do you want to ask?"

"Professor Luo, what are the pharmacological principles?" Meng Liangren asked.

"It can promote the secretion of interleukin-1 and other inflammatory cytokines by immune cells, a process that leads to vasodilation, bleeding, and rashes."

"But lentinan is now used for anti-tumor purposes, and a junior colleague is doing related research."

Boss Lou listened quietly, while Luo Hao, who was giving the lecture, seemed to radiate light.

The difference between being knowledgeable and being unknowing is simply too great, Boss Lou thought to himself.

If it were Ma Zhuang, he would have thought the worst, but Professor Luo immediately diagnosed it as "shiitake mushroom dermatitis".

I enjoy eating mushrooms, but I never knew that there was such a thing as mushroom dermatitis.

"That's settled then. You can raise them at home yourself. Eat less shiitake mushrooms in the future. It's not that you can't eat them at all, but the key is to cook them thoroughly," Luo Hao said to the patient.

"Hmm, really, I don't need to take any medicine?" the man asked.

"No need. There are no medications for treating shiitake mushroom dermatitis right now. Conventional medications for allergies and dermatitis are also ineffective and may even increase the burden on your liver and kidneys. Just be careful not to scratch it and cause a secondary infection, okay?"

"Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm." The man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

He was already angry and on the verge of exploding, but Luo Hao's words pulled him back from the brink.

Moreover, he clearly explained what his problem was.

"Professor Luo, right?" The man approached Luo Hao and bowed respectfully. "Thank you."

"You're too kind. Sixth Brother brought you here, so he must be here to solve the problem, right?" Luo Hao said with a smile.

Technician No. 66 was speechless.

At this point, he didn't know what to say.

Lao Liu was taciturn and belonged to the type of person who was secretly passionate, as Luo Hao understood.

"That's settled then. I'll head back now if there's nothing else," Luo Hao said. "Boss Lou, see you tomorrow?"

"Alright, alright." Boss Lou saw Luo Hao into the car and waved goodbye.

"Boss, that's awesome! I never dreamed that AI robots would be this powerful these days," Ma Zhuang exclaimed.

"Do you think your blockhead can understand the research Professor Luo is doing?" Boss Lou laughed. "I'll go take another look."

"Look? Look at what?"

"Look at that AI robot named Xiao Meng, I have some other ideas," Boss Lou said in a low voice.

Ma Zhuang knew his boss well; if his boss spoke like that, he must have some ulterior motive.

As for what it was, Ma Zhuang didn't ask.

Following Boss Lou back to the inpatient department, Meng Liangren and Zhuang Yan were there, while the AI ​​robot named Xiao Meng was still reviewing medical records on the computer screen.

It's not just a simple review; it involves making changes while reviewing.

Boss Lou even felt that "Xiao Meng" was just putting on an act. In fact, the computer in the background had already given the conclusions on the medical records, and it only needed to complete the instructions.

Watching "Xiao Meng" intently focused on the computer screen, Boss Lou had an absurd illusion—this AI robot had developed self-awareness and was slacking off.

The idea of ​​an AI robot slacking off was so bizarre that Boss Lou was somewhat bewildered.

"Boss Lou, you haven't left." Meng Liangren stood up to greet him.

"I thought it was rare, so I came over to take another look." Boss Lou rubbed his hands together, expressing his joy.

"Oh, Xiao Meng, you are indeed getting stronger and stronger." Old Meng said with a smile. "You don't know, when Xiao Meng first had the prototype, he was very talkative. Later, Professor Luo corrected him and he became taciturn. Later, it seems that he opened up a little more."

"Oh?" Boss Lou became interested. "We can chat?"

"Yes, but they basically don't chat; their focus is still on medical matters. But Professor Luo's goal is for AI robots to resolve medical disputes, and we don't know if that's feasible."

With a smile, Meng Liangren, Boss Lou, and Ma Zhuang sat down.

"Getting into medical disputes requires a lot of knowledge. I used to know the head of the medical affairs department at a hospital. He would first check the other party's workplace. If they had a government-affiliated position, it would be easier to resolve the issue."

"That's what Boss Lou said."

Everyone knows what's going on here, so Boss Lou didn't say it outright.

It's undeniable that you should lose money when necessary and exploit weaknesses. But achieving these things is indeed very difficult, at least beyond the capabilities of AI.

It requires a wide range of social connections, and the complexity of these connections is appalling. Therefore, a good medical director is the spiritual core of a hospital, though outsiders may not know this.

This is something AI can't do, and Boss Lou knows that perfectly well.

However, Lao Meng introduced many of "Xiao Meng's" characteristics to him, which opened Boss Lou's eyes. He never expected that "Xiao Meng" would evolve to such a level in such a short time. Boss Lou vaguely remembered that when he visited Professor Luo before going abroad, his robot dog was just starting out.

"That's about it. Professor Luo didn't let the AI ​​take on too much clinical medical work; we still need to keep an eye on it," Meng Liangren concluded.

"Damn it! I don't want to work here anymore!" A rough voice rang out, echoing in the office.

(End of this chapter)