White armor

Chapter 725 Limitations of AI Prediction

Luo Hao knew the historical origin of the term "淫民" (yinmin), which originated from a concept proposed by Li Kui during the reforms in the State of Wei during the Warring States period.

In modern terms, they are roughly equivalent to the so-called "second-generation rich."

In Mr. Ye's eyes, these people were undoubtedly "debauched people": indulging in pleasure all day long, driving luxury cars around town, and disturbing the peace.

But in terms of practical value? They're nothing more than a bunch of spoiled brats.

“These kinds of people have been a major scourge throughout history. It’s not that they have any great abilities, but their families are just too prolific, like maggots crawling all over you and sucking your blood. Once someone tries to remove them from power, these people will band together.”

"Incompetent bungler."

Mr. Ye gave a final evaluation.

These words were incredibly sophisticated; they were among the most sophisticated sentences Luo Hao had ever heard.

It's not because of the idiom "not good enough," but because of the broader context and the corrupt people that President Ye mentioned.

While the whole country is calling him "Father Ma," Mr. Ye probably just smiles helplessly.

That's about right.

Admiring the strong? Who hasn't had that feeling?

“You have a close relationship with Mr. Qiu from Institute 209. Your doctor, Dr. Chen Yong, is Mr. Qiu’s student. I’ll go to Institute 209 to get the relevant information,” said General Manager Ye.

Luo Hao smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying.

Mr. Ye was very happy. He made a gesture, and Mr. Lou opened the wine.

That's all the questions I wanted to ask. Luo Hao's silence was tantamount to admitting it, and saying anything more would be superfluous.

They exchanged toasts, but Luo Hao didn't drink much, and President Ye didn't pressure him to drink either. He just asked about the progress of the AI robot project, and it seemed like they were just having a casual chat.

……

"Sister Lu, to be honest," Director Gu frowned and shook his head slightly, "it's already an extremely low probability event for a child to live to 20. It's only because the family was careful that the child is considered lucky. Now, it seems that the surgery is extremely difficult, almost impossible."

"Where is Old Zhou?" the woman asked sharply.

Her tone wasn't actually harsh; it was just that muscle spasms caused her voice to change.

"The boss is on his way. Let me tell you about this disease."

“I know.” The woman looked disappointed and said coldly, “A normal person’s heart is pumped by two major arteries, namely the aorta and the pulmonary artery. The aorta connects to the left ventricle and pumps the highly oxygenated arterial blood ejected from the left ventricle to the whole body.”

The pulmonary artery connects to the right ventricle and transports oxygenated venous blood to the lungs for oxygenation.

"My son's heart has only one major artery, and there is also a large hole in the interventricular septum between the left and right ventricles."

This single artery originates from the heart and then branches into the aorta and pulmonary artery. However, these two arteries carry a mixture of arterial and venous blood.

"This can lead to cyanosis due to insufficient oxygen in the blood, and over time it can even cause cardiac enlargement or sudden cardiac death."

Faced with the woman's indifferent expression and impeccable professional explanation, Gu Huaiming couldn't help but sigh.

Over the years, she has taken her child to renowned hospitals both at home and abroad, but even world-class medical institutions like the Mayo Clinic have failed to provide different answers.

For patients with persistent truncus arteriosus, surgery is almost impossible, and if they are forced to undergo the procedure, they are likely to remain on the operating table.

Even if he could step down, surviving would be a luxury; the best outcome would be to spend a few days in the ICU and then die.

But the chronic arterial trunk had been conservatively maintained until the age of 20, and it could no longer be delayed. Gu Huaiming even felt that he could see the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons coming to take him away.

He forced himself to explain to the patient's family members opposite him.

Sigh, Mayo has already gone, why ask 912 again? It's not like we haven't seen it before.

Even though Director Gu had some reservations, at this moment he could only explain gently and try his best to soothe the emotions of the patient's family.

Before he could use any technical jargon to attack her, the woman took over the conversation.

The woman looked at Gu Huaiming coldly. "Persistent truncus arteriosus is a relatively rare congenital heart disease, accounting for 0.7 to 1.4% of all congenital heart diseases. Although the incidence rate is low, its natural mortality rate is very high. Without surgical intervention, about 75% of affected children will die within the first year of life."

"Is that so, Director Gu?"

Gu Huaiming nodded without saying anything.

The patient's family is absolutely right; that's exactly what the disease is like.

Surgery is usually recommended around 3 months of age. Although the mortality rate is still extremely high at that time, it is lower than it is now, and there is still a possibility of a cure.

But now...
The boss would say the same thing when he came.

The office door was pushed open, and Boss Zhou walked in.

"Xiao Lu, you're here." Boss Zhou greeted him as he entered the door.

"Old Zhou."

"Sit down, sit down, don't be shy." Boss Zhou knew everything. He said very seriously, "I'm taking the child somewhere, so don't come with me."

brush~~~
The woman's eyes lit up instantly!

"I'm not going there for treatment, I'm going to see if there's any chance of getting treatment," Boss Zhou said. "Don't get your hopes up, I'm telling you the truth, in my opinion there's no hope for this disease."

The woman's gaze dimmed again.

But she didn't ask.

Some things are classified. If you shouldn't know something, don't know it; if you shouldn't ask something, never ask it. This is the essence of the confidentiality manual.

Since Old Zhou didn't say where he was taking the child, and also said he wouldn't let her go with him, there must be a level of secrecy involved; women understand that.

Just being able to go and take a look is already the best possible outcome.

Women dare not hope for anything else.

"Then I won't say any more to you, Xiao Gu. You chat with me for a while, I'll take the kids." Boss Zhou was decisive and turned to leave.

He personally pushed the wheelchair, in which sat a boy who looked only 15 or 6 years old, clutching an oxygen tank, slumped over in the wheelchair, his face deathly pale and his lips a dark purple.

Just by looking at his complexion, you could tell that the patient wouldn't last much longer; death might be the only option.

"Boss, I'll handle this." Gu Huaiming said to the woman first, then pushed the wheelchair. "To Panggezhuang?"

"Well, we have no other choice, but what if AI does?" Boss Zhou said in a low voice. "Let's give it a try, even if it's a last resort."

“The AI database is full of low-level medical records; there are very few similar ones,” Gu Huaiming said. “Boss, I don’t think there’s much hope.”

"At least they did their best. Back then... well, it involved confidentiality, it was something they couldn't show to anyone. Even now, the couple is still living apart." Old Zhou sighed. "They did their best."

Gu Huaiming remained silent and pushed the child into the ambulance.

The child couldn't lie down at all and could only sit in the ambulance while receiving oxygen. Even the slightest exertion, such as just getting into the ambulance, would cause him to have shortness of breath, as if he were about to die suddenly at any moment.

Gu Huaiming felt distressed seeing this.

He sighed after watching the ambulance leave.

Many jobs involve secrecy, just like researchers at universities like Harbin Institute of Technology and Northwestern Polytechnical University. Once a project makes a breakthrough, the person disappears without a trace.

There was nothing they could do; the other side was obsessed with assassination and would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Even within the country, it's not safe; people at this level must strictly adhere to confidentiality regulations.

Despite such caution, sporadic assassination attempts still occur, such as the car accident a few days ago.

After the 57th Air Battle that year, Director Gu had no thoughts on the changes in the battlefield. He only lamented that one of the leading experts of the Warhead Project had suffered a "car accident" in the capital at a young age.

Not to mention anything far away, in that car accident a few days ago, if it weren't for the smooth rescue by the AI robot in the unmanned hospital, the person would probably be dead.

This child has also been delayed, Gu Huaiming sighed again.

Old Zhou sat beside the child without talking to him. The child had no strength to speak; even breathing seemed like a luxury, something he had to exert all his strength to do.

When the car arrived at the entrance of the unmanned hospital in Panggezhuang, "Xiao Meng" and six AI robots were already waiting.

The patient was taken off the ambulance by "Xiao Meng". The stretcher had been adjusted to the right angle, with the patient in a semi-sitting position, which was the most comfortable angle, allowing him to lie down without exertion.

Old Zhou nodded in agreement. Only an AI robot could arrive at such a perfect angle through calculation.

As for humans, even an experienced doctor like myself, with extremely rich clinical experience, could not achieve what "Xiao Meng" did.

The flatbed glided smoothly on the flat ground without the slightest vibration.

First, take the patient to the CT room for an enhanced CT scan.

Because the patient's condition had reached an irreversible stage, and even lying down was a luxury, there had been no opportunity for him to undergo examinations in the past two months, and no one knew his current specific situation.

Old Zhou simply observed calmly, and he discovered one advantage of the unmanned hospital—that AI robots could do many things to the extreme.

The ultimate achievement, the result of meticulous calculation, is beyond human capability.

This is almost unheard of in the human world; every instance is a miracle. But for AI robots, it's commonplace.

Moreover, AI robots are not afraid of radiation; various rays are nothing to "Xiao Meng".

After the examination was completed, Mr. Zhou sat in front of the computer, with "Xiao Meng" standing behind him.

The more he looked at the images, the more horrifying they became. Old Zhou shook his head, but finally asked, "Xiao Meng, do you think the surgery can be done?"

"If it's not possible, we suggest explaining the patient's condition to their family and letting them wait for death."

"Xiao Meng" gave the coldest but also the most pertinent advice.

Mr. Zhou sighed and didn't insist. "Alright, let's leave it at that."

"Xiao Meng" bowed slightly, expressing his respect to Boss Zhou.

This behavior was exactly the same as Luo Hao's, without missing a single detail. Boss Zhou suddenly remembered Luo Hao.

He instinctively picked up his phone.

"Little Conch Shell, I'm in Panggezhuang," Boss Zhou said directly after Luo Hao answered the phone, without any pleasantries.

"Boss, what's up?" Luo Hao, knowing Boss Zhou well, immediately asked.

“I have imaging data of a patient with persistent truncus arteriosus. Take a look,” said Mr. Zhou.

"Okay!"

Luo Hao readily agreed and then hung up the phone.

Mr. Zhou quietly looked at the X-ray. The patient had been told most often since childhood: do not run, do not jump, and tell him immediately if he felt uncomfortable.

With meticulous care, he became one of the very few survivors and bravely turned 20.

The price of survival is increasingly severe symptoms.

Due to long-term chronic hypoxia, Li Hua is only 1.6 meters tall and weighs only 110 kilograms. His development is lagging behind other children his age, and he has also developed physical signs such as clubbing of the fingers.

His heart was like an old, dilapidated car, already on the verge of breaking down.

More precisely—according to the diagnostic assessment of the AI robot, the heart's function has completely failed. Surgical repair would require separating the adhered arteries one by one with a precision of less than 0.1 millimeters.

Boss Zhou was only doing this as a last resort, which is why he let "Xiao Meng" participate in the consultation.

But "Xiao Meng" gave a straightforward answer that aligned with his own understanding. Even so, Boss Zhou still felt a little regretful.

The ringing of his phone interrupted Mr. Zhou's thoughts.

"Boss, we can try surgery," Luo Hao said. "!!!"

It was just a formality, but Luo Hao gave a completely different answer.

"Little Conch Shell, say it again," Boss Zhou said in a deep voice.

"Five years ago, we couldn't do it, but now we can." Luo Hao's words were simple, yet they spoke volumes.

"We couldn't do it 5 years ago because a certain technology didn't meet the standards!" Boss Zhou suddenly realized the key meaning behind Luo Hao's words.

If that's the case, then the various medical records stored in "Xiao Meng's" database are useless; it can only draw the same conclusion as itself.

However, Xiaoluohao has always been at the forefront of scientific research, and it also has the technical support of Harbin Institute of Technology. It is likely that there must be some special technological advancement that has greatly reduced the difficulty of treating this disease.

"How so? Tell me in detail," Boss Zhou asked Luo Hao while pondering the question.

"The blood vessels need to be custom-made and 3D printed. The technology from 5 years ago couldn't meet the standards, and the materials were also insufficient. It should be possible now. I'll make a call to inquire first."

"it is good."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone. After two seconds, Luo Hao's voice came through, "Boss, even with suitable blood vessel material, the success rate of the surgery is at most 20%. What do you think?"

“The patient’s father is involved in confidential work and is still a serial number; I’ve never met him. But his mother is here, so I can talk to her about anything.”

"Okay, I'll get back to work now. Wait for my call."

Luo Hao hung up the phone.

Mr. Zhou had mixed feelings. He seemed to see a glimmer of hope, but he was also afraid that it would all be for nothing in the end.

"Xiao Meng," Old Zhou called softly.

“Boss, I’m here.” “Xiao Meng” bowed slightly, just like Luo Hao, and stood next to Boss Zhou.

"Do you think the patient's surgery can really be done?" Boss Zhou chatted with "Xiao Meng".

“Logically, it shouldn’t be possible. I have 346 similar cases in my database, all of which were barely accepted into the operating room, with a 100% mortality rate,” said Xiao Meng.

"Where is the problem?" Boss Zhou asked.

"First of all, the patient's heart function was not up to standard, and the patient's family strongly requested that we go up on stage to give it a try."

"This is something the patient can barely manage. The right heart catheterization results show that Li Hua's total pulmonary resistance is 7 Wood U."

"But even though there are no absolute contraindications to surgery, the surgery is still difficult to perform."

"Although there are no absolute contraindications to surgery, routine examinations such as echocardiography and CTA revealed that the patient's heart was significantly enlarged due to long-term hypoxia, forming a 'boot-shaped heart,' with severe dilation at the root of the common artery and severe regurgitation of the common artery valve, resulting in cardiac function at less than half the normal level."

"Xiao Meng" said in a very ordinary tone.

Although they were all "unlucky" words, they were still the truth.

Boss Zhou didn't interrupt "Xiao Meng" as he listened to what "Xiao Meng" was saying, while pondering Luo Hao's side.

"Secondly, there is the issue of surgical materials. The precision needs to be below 0.1mm, which current technology should be able to achieve, but there are no successful cases yet."

Old Zhou finally heard what he wanted to hear.

"However, after my calculations, Professor Luo's view is still somewhat optimistic."

"Optimistic?" Boss Zhou frowned slightly.

"With the right materials, the success rate is at most 5%, definitely not as high as 20%," "Xiao Meng" gave his judgment.

Gan!
Mr. Zhou cursed inwardly.

Why does "Xiao Meng" have to speak the truth? Can't he say something nicer?

A success rate of 5%? That's less than 5%.

Mr. Zhou frowned, feeling increasingly pessimistic.

The phone rang; it was Luo Hao calling.

"Boss, I've contacted the university. Their 3D printing can control the precision to around 2-5 micrometers, which is sufficient. The surgery can be performed; I'll find the materials and start printing right away."

Luo Hao had some good news to share.

“Little Conch Shell, Meng Gang just said the success rate is no more than 5%,” Boss Zhou said in a deep voice.

“Sigh, it’s better to have no books than to believe everything in them.” Luo Hao laughed. “Boss, AI’s judgments are predictions based on existing models. The more models and the more data there are, the more accurate the predictions will be.”

"Stop talking nonsense! Get to the point," Boss Zhou snapped.

"Boss, this isn't nonsense. You're getting worse and worse. You're so old, and you're still getting angry all the time. It's not good for your health."

Luo Hao kept rambling on.

"..."

"Let me give you an example, boss," Luo Hao said. "One year when Nezha 2 was released, DeepSeek was already available, and various related apps were making box office predictions. As a result, within half a month, the daily box office predictions were all raised by a large margin."

Mr. Zhou listened intently. He knew about this matter, but he hadn't paid much attention to it.

"This situation is similar to our current one. Predictions are based on data models. Nezha 2 broke the glass ceiling, so AI predictions became inaccurate. Back to the present, there were few related surgeries performed before, and almost no successful cases, so it's normal for AI robots to have a low success rate in predictions."

"20%? Do you think that's achievable? Is there any way to increase the success rate even further?" Boss Zhou's hope was rekindled.

"There's at least a 20% success rate, depending on where the surgery is performed," Luo Hao replied.

"how to say?"

"If the surgery were done at 912, the success rate would probably only be 20%. Uh, is Director Gu here?" Luo Hao suddenly asked an unrelated question.

"No, I'm in an empty hospital by myself."

“Director Gu can’t cooperate,” Luo Hao said. “I’ll perform the surgery, and the AI robot will lend a hand, which will improve the success rate.”

"!!!" Old Zhou suddenly stopped.

"Not even Director Gu can be an assistant? Isn't Xiaoluohao being a bit arrogant?"

"In that case, the success rate should be over 70%. There are a few other details, but in short, the unmanned hospital is even better than our 912." Luo Hao gave an extremely optimistic statement.

Boss Zhou remained silent.

The world has become unfamiliar.

The success rate of patients who would otherwise die was increased to 70% in Xiao Luohao's hands, and he said that was at least.

This is too exaggerated.

No doctor wants surgery to fail, especially when the patient has a close relationship with them. Boss Zhou must think the higher the success rate of the surgery, the better.

However, the data provided by Xiaoluohao was too optimistic, to the point that Boss Zhou was somewhat bewildered.

"I'm going to persuade the patient's family to have the surgery done in an unmanned hospital. If possible, I'll go to the laboratory at the university to order 3D-printed blood vessels."

“Okay, you go ahead, I’ll take care of the noodles,” said Boss Zhou.

……

Luo Hao breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone.

"Luo Hao, how can a success rate of 70% be so low? And you were saying it through gritted teeth," Chen Yong asked.

“Sigh.” Luo Hao shook his head. “I’m not saying this through gritted teeth, but if we were to push forward, the success rate would be at least 95%.”

"Oh?"

Then Chen Yong saw Luo Hao straighten his chest, indicating that the bronze mirror given by Mr. Qiu was there.

Chen Yong immediately understood.

“I’m taking Xiaomiao with me this time. He needs to get used to the working atmosphere at Peking Union Medical College Hospital first. I also want to take him to visit the bosses,” Luo Hao said.

"Haha, I just remembered that you seem to have asked the bosses to take you to visit the academicians of the Chinese Academy of Engineering."

“Yes, this is what inheritance is all about,” Luo Hao said. “Don’t let it turn into a powerful clan that only knows how to live off government subsidies and become a bunch of rats. Xiao Miao is quite talented, and I have high hopes for him.”

"Sure, I'm going to the capital soon too."

"Is it Institute 209? Is Mr. Qiu looking for you?"

"How did you know?" Chen Yong asked in surprise.

"Well, I don't know what President Ye is trying to do, and I don't want to know. As long as he has the authority, that's fine. Also, just don't leak anything."

"You're so long-winded."

Luo Hao smiled, stood up, waved, changed his clothes, and went out, heading straight for the university.

Upon arriving at the university, Luo Hao found the new materials laboratory and handed them the data calculated by AI based on the latest image data.

Customizing the blood vessels would take several hours, so Luo Hao booked his plane ticket in advance and called Feng Zixuan and Shen Zizai to ask for leave.

Even though Shen Zizai isn't home, respect for the director is still necessary.

Both Shen Zizai and Luo Hao adhered to the rules in this regard.

"Little Luo!"

A familiar voice called out to Luo Hao.

"what?"

Luo Hao was taken aback.

The voice belonged to Professor Li, but he was in another building. How did we end up meeting here unexpectedly?

"Professor Li, hello."

"Is it convenient?" Professor Li glanced around furtively.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Luo Hao asked, puzzled.

Why are you acting like a thief?

"I have some information about Qingqing, do you have it?"