White armor

Chapter 730 The Golden Needle Removal Technique, just like that, made public?
An old demon with a thousand years of cultivation!

Old Cui's pupils suddenly contracted.

Luo Hao's analogy might be somewhat inappropriate, but Old Cui immediately understood what the little guy meant.

Back then, when Boss Chai sought my acupuncture treatment, he brought a student with him. The student was meticulous in his work, which made people feel happy without feeling that he was being too overbearing.

Everything was just right—high IQ, high EQ, even good looks. Everything was perfect, just like the AI ​​robot I saw in the "dark hospital."

Unexpectedly, in just a few years, that student has grown into a being who created a thousand-year-old demon.

Old Cui didn't say anything, but placed the examination report on his lap, reached into a glasses case, took out his reading glasses and put them on.

Luo Hao drove slowly and steadily, while Old Cui carefully read the contents of the inspection report.

It was like a seasoned expert with extensive clinical experience whispering in your ear; he said a lot, but without being verbose.

This examination report is more detailed than the combined results of Mr. Cui's two annual physical examinations, which puts Mr. Cui at ease.

As the saying goes, a man is a boy until he dies.

The phone rang, and Luo Hao lightly tapped the brakes to answer the call.

"Dr. Luo, where are you?" Director Qian's voice came through the phone.

"Director Qian, I just came out of an abandoned hospital."

"Bring Xiao Meng along for the consultation," Director Qian said.

"it is good."

Luo Hao didn't ask any further questions. After hanging up the phone, he said apologetically to Elder Cui, "Elder Cui, I'm sorry, there's a consultation at Peking Union Medical College Hospital."

"Oh? Are you going to take that AI robot with you?" Old Cui asked casually.

"Yes, after all, it's the result of a thousand years of cultivation, please don't laugh at me." Luo Hao turned around at the intersection. "It's mainly because Director Qian supported it, wanting the AI ​​robot to be used in more scenarios. My Peking Union Medical College Hospital, what difficult or complicated disease can't they diagnose?"

"It's not about finding AI robots to solve problems, but about giving AI robots a chance to grow."

"Then please go back on your own, Mr. Cui. I won't see you off. Next time I come, I'll bring you some things from my hometown..."

"I'm fine. If it's not confidential, I'll go along and take a look," Old Cui interrupted Luo Hao's rambling.

"Oh, okay." Luo Hao didn't refuse and drove steadily.

ding dong~~~
ding dong~~~
The phone kept ringing. After listening for a few rings, Old Cui couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Luo, should I drive?"

"Mr. Cui, no need. WeChat is already connected to the AI ​​network, and the information sent is directly uploaded to the AI. Sending me messages is mainly to get the AI ​​robot involved in the consultation."

"..."

Old Cui was stunned after hearing Luo Hao's words.

It took him a few seconds to realize what Luo Hao meant.

"Actually, it's fine for the AI ​​robot to go or not, but it's still in the early stages. The project needs to be tested in countless scenarios and undergo a lot of refinement before it can be implemented. So it's still worthwhile to take a look and experience new scenarios."

"I wasn't just being modest. Director Qian was really mentoring a junior like me and helping me with my research."

"Doing scientific research is difficult."

Doing scientific research.

When Old Cui heard these three words, they felt both familiar and unfamiliar.

Professor Cui knows exactly how his graduate and doctoral students conduct research.

Let's take a look at how Dr. Luo Hao conducts scientific research.

They are worlds apart.

"If the technology matures, the AI ​​robot at Peking Union Medical College Hospital will provide a preliminary diagnosis and differential diagnosis. It may even be possible to resolve the issue online without the robot, followed by the doctor's verification, which will act as the final firewall."

Luo Hao drove back to the entrance of the deserted hospital, and Old Cui saw "Xiao Meng" standing outside waiting from afar.

"How...how did it know?" Old Cui couldn't help but ask.

"I gave the order when I answered the phone just now, almost... I found out at the same time."

"When was the order issued?" Old Cui tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember when or what kind of order Dr. Luo had issued.

Luo Hao didn't explain. He stopped the car, unlocked it, and "Xiao Meng" opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

The first thing "Xiao Meng" did after getting into the car was to fasten her seatbelt.

"Why is it so cautious?" Old Cui asked.

"In Beijing, the electronic surveillance cameras can now detect the back seats, so why bother with fines?" Luo Hao gently pressed the accelerator.

"Xiao Meng, do you know about the patient over there?" Old Cui asked Xiao Meng.

"Mr. Cui, I have a basic understanding of the information."

"Oh? What kind of patient? Tell me about them." Old Cui became intrigued.

Old Cui was unaware that "Xiao Meng," who was far away in the deserted hospital, knew all along, even though he had been following Luo Hao closely. He really wanted to know just how much "Xiao Meng" knew.

"The patient is a 24-year-old female who presented with severe abdominal cramps and diarrhea for two days."

"The patient denies any concurrent symptoms such as rash, facial swelling, generalized urticaria, difficulty breathing, nausea, or vomiting, and has no recent history of medication use, travel, or contact with other patients."

The patient had a fever 3 days ago, with a maximum temperature of 39°C, and has had a decreased appetite for the past week.

Past medical history: History of angioedema in youth, affecting the face, throat and tongue; previously treated with danazol, but discontinued the medication 5 years ago due to adverse reactions such as dyspnea, weakness and amenorrhea; underwent emergency tracheal intubation at age 11 due to asphyxia.

There is no similar family history of symptoms or hereditary diseases.

"Xiao Meng" began to recount the medical records.

"Excuse me, Mr. Cui." Luo Hao interrupted "Xiao Meng's" statement and said with a smile, "Xiao Meng is still a bit long-winded. Um, Xiao Meng, just get to the point."

“Okay, Professor Luo. The patient has a history of spontaneous edema, and patients with acute abdominal pain need to be differentiated from 23 diseases, 21 of which are rare diseases. The information provided by Peking Union Medical College Hospital is incomplete, so I need to ask about the patient's medical history.” “Xiao Meng” readily complied with whatever Luo Hao said.

"!!!"

Old Cui was taken aback.

The medical history that "Xiao Meng" just gave was indeed a bit long-winded, but it contained a lot of details.

For example, if the patient has a history of angioedema in their youth, affecting the face, throat, and tongue, and in severe cases, intubation may be necessary.

That's very "harmonious," so meticulous.

It seems reasonable that a patient with abdominal pain would be asked such a detailed medical history upon admission, but Dr. Cui is certain that there are not many hospitals in the country that can do this.

"Xiao Meng" actually considered 23 diseases directly.

Professor Cui himself only thought it might be systemic lupus erythematosus, inflammatory bowel disease, or the extremely rare familial Mediterranean fever.

Is the gap between myself and "Xiao Meng" really that big?

Although Dr. Cui is a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, he is quite confident in his diagnostic skills.

However, this confidence was slapped down by "Xiao Meng" and repeatedly rubbed against.

Are there really 23 diagnoses? Old Cui became curious and pondered deeply, screening for similar patients from his many years of clinical experience.

Traditional Chinese medicine also has experience in treating similar diseases, especially edema and allergies that other hospitals cannot cure. Under the acupuncture needles of Dr. Cui, some patients have been cured.

Upon arriving at Xiehe Hospital, Luo Hao led "Xiao Meng" upstairs.

A familiar road.

Luo Hao felt this place was very familiar, like he was back home, but it was a pity that he would never have the chance to come back to work.

"Director Qian." Luo Hao entered the ward and bowed slightly.

Director Qian glanced up and saw Luo Hao and "Xiao Meng" behind him doing exactly the same things, exchanging pleasantries and expressing their respect for him.

This scene was a bit strange. Director Qian paused for half a second, then said decisively, "Go and see the patient."

Someone took Luo Hao and "Xiao Meng" to see the patient, but Director Qian didn't leave. Instead, he went to Old Cui's side.

"Old Cui, what brings you here too?"

"Xiao Luo came to my place for a chat and happened to run into a consultation, so I came to take a look," Old Cui said casually.

Luo Hao said it was in an abandoned hospital, while Old Cui said it was just casual conversation. Director Qian immediately understood what Luo Hao was up to.

"It's pointless," Director Qian thought to himself. He knew he wouldn't do something like that anyway.

These old Chinese medicine doctors are all very protective of their skills, treating their unique expertise as a treasure.

These are people with real skills; the TCM world is rife with charlatans, and the majority are just incompetent.

Xiao Luo really thinks he'll suffer a loss if he doesn't get a benefit. He even tried to trick Old Cui out of his most treasured possessions. He's blinded by greed. Which of those truly skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctors doesn't want to pass on their knowledge only to their own son?

The tradition of passing down knowledge to sons but not daughters, or to daughters-in-law but not daughters, is a real phenomenon.

While exchanging pleasantries with Old Cui, Director Qian pondered in his heart, and casually gave Little Snail a dozen or so looks of disdain.

A full 15 minutes passed before Luo Hao and "Xiao Meng" returned.

"how is the situation?"

Director Qian and Elder Cui asked in unison.

"Let's watch the movie first," Luo Hao said with a smile.

Old Cui sighed inwardly. When he first saw "Little Meng," he felt an overwhelming sense of certainty of victory.

But when Dr. Luo Haoluo smiled, the aura emanating from him became even stronger, almost tangible.

Even a glance from Dr. Cui was enough to confirm that Dr. Luo had a clear diagnosis.

"computer……"

As soon as Director Qian spoke, Luo Hao picked up the film and clicked it into the viewer.

"You," Director Qian laughed, "you've learned all those old habits from the boss, you even remember the old tradition of viewing films on this kind of film reader."

As he spoke, Director Qian caught a glimpse of "Xiao Meng" out of the corner of his eye.

He swallowed the rest of his words.

The same old routine? Dr. Luo brought an AI robot for the consultation; it's as advanced as it gets.

The patient in front of him was in severe abdominal pain. If "Xiao Meng" or Luo Hao could not make a clear diagnosis, Director Qian was prepared to ask for a hospital-wide consultation.

The proper procedure should be a hospital-wide consultation, especially with the rheumatology and immunology department. Surgery should not be performed before they have their opinions.

"Tell me, Xiao Meng," Luo Hao said without further ado, immediately asking, "Xiao Meng."

"I believe it is an acute abdomen caused by hereditary angioedema."

Xiao Meng's words silenced the entire office.

"How did you make that diagnosis?" Luo Hao asked casually, as if "Xiao Meng" was merely diagnosing a patient with appendicitis. He paid no attention to the atmosphere in the office.

"CT findings: submucosal edema of the intestine."

"The CT scan of systemic lupus erythematosus also shows submucosal edema of the intestine." "Laboratory tests show hypocomplementemia, and the antinuclear antibody test is negative." "Xiao Meng" answered loudly, "Systemic lupus erythematosus does indeed have hypocomplementemia, but the antinuclear antibody test is positive."

"The C1 test results haven't arrived yet, so we can't confirm that at the moment."

Director Qian listened to the diagnosis of "Xiao Meng" with his arms crossed. He didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

"Differential diagnosis from mesenteric ischemia includes..."

"Differential diagnosis with familial Mediterranean fever includes..."

"Xiao Meng" kept explaining the differential diagnosis, meticulously analyzing the case, and finally concluded that it was acute abdominal pain caused by hereditary angioedema.

The office was quiet. After "Xiao Meng" finished speaking, Luo Hao turned to look at Director Qian and smiled, "Director Qian, that's about it. We'll be able to make a definitive diagnosis once the immune test results are back."

Director Qian nodded slightly. "Okay."

To be honest, Director Qian didn't understand at least half of what the AI ​​robot "Xiao Meng" said.

"The treatment will be decided based on the test results. At that time, the patient can be transferred to the rheumatology and immunology department."

Director Qian grinned, revealing his sinister nature.

His looks are the complete opposite of Chen Yong's. Even if Director Qian does nothing, just standing there is enough to stop children from crying at night.

"Xiao Meng is quite good," Director Qian praised.

"Director Qian, you flatter me." Luo Hao smiled and leaned closer. "The boss's idea is to wait until it's mature before making any decisions, but I think we can establish an online consultation system."

"We at Peking Union Medical College Hospital don't need it, but with AI-assisted diagnosis, it will be simpler..."

As Luo Hao spoke, he paused slightly in surprise.

AI assistance?

Isn't this almost the same as my own system?

"Wow, that's fast!" Luo Hao sighed. He had been rushing around, but had only managed to get a tiny bit ahead.

"Director Qian, if there's nothing else, Xiao Meng and I will be leaving now," Luo Hao said.

Director Qian pulled Luo Hao aside and led him out of the office.

"I heard that the patient who underwent surgery at the unmanned hospital a few days ago was transferred back to 912?"

"Yes, we're going back today," Luo Hao replied.

"I heard that you performed such a major surgery yourself from start to finish?" Director Qian asked suspiciously.

“Me, Xiao Meng, and the other robots,” Luo Hao laughed. “How could I possibly perform such a difficult surgery? Surgery isn’t something one person can do alone.”

"They're all your loyal wingmen, Dr. Luo. Can you perform the da Vinci procedure?" Director Qian asked.

"Yes." Luo Hao nodded.

Although Director Qian's question lacked a subject, Luo Hao knew that Director Qian was asking the AI ​​robot.

If an AI robot could assist Director Qian in performing surgery using the da Vinci robotic system, he would definitely be interested.

“However, Director Qian, I only dare to do it in Panggezhuang. Now that AI robots are performing surgeries at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, it’s not possible yet.” Luo Hao quickly interrupted Director Qian’s unrealistic idea.

"I know." Director Qian's expression was a little strange. After thinking for a while, he finally patted Luo Hao on the back. "Keep it up!"

"Well, come on!"

Luo Hao, along with "Xiao Meng" and Director Qian, bid farewell and left.

If it were just Luo Hao alone, Director Qian would have gotten used to it long ago, but Luo Hao's expression and actions were the same as "Xiao Meng's," proving that a loyal wingman is indeed loyal.

Director Qian looked on with envy.

Even if we don't talk about AI robots performing surgery on their own, if you had an AI robot as an assistant, the efficiency of surgery would definitely increase dramatically.

It's a bit of a shame that AI robots can't be used at Peking Union Medical College Hospital yet.

But there was nothing he could do; Director Qian could only watch with envy, unable to do anything about it.

Watching Luo Hao leave, and as his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Director Qian sighed softly.

……

"Xiao Luo, is that acute abdomen caused by hereditary angioedema particularly rare?" Old Cui asked.

“Yes, it’s quite rare. There aren’t many genetic diseases like this, and even fewer that cause abdominal pain. There are only about 300 similar cases in the AI ​​database,” Luo Hao replied.

With over 300 medical records, based on the sheer number of cases, it is indeed a rare disease among rare diseases.

But if we only consider 300 medical records, an ordinary surgeon who performs 300 appendectomies can become an elite surgeon.

Old Cui was lost in thought. After getting into the car, he let out a long sigh. "I'll take you to the unmanned hospital, and then I'll go back."

"Old Cui, isn't this too far?"

"It's alright, I'll drive." Old Cui slowly adjusted the rearview mirror, then suddenly asked, "Did you call me to input information about acupuncture?"

“Yes.” Luo Hao answered frankly, “Traditional Chinese medicine has a high ceiling but a low floor. I thought about it for a long time and still felt that we should first enter the acupuncture-related content into the database. But in our TCM community… medical records are hard to find and not standardized, so they can’t be entered.”

"And then there's the pulse. If you agree, I can input a command into the AI ​​robot so that it can take the pulse of every patient it sees during its free time and input the data."

Luo Hao sighed.

After careful consideration, Luo Hao felt that if Ye Qingqing went to another parallel space, it was uncertain whether there would be any herbs available on Earth.

However, if it's a physical transmigration, the meridians will still exist; these aren't external things, but rather something inherent within oneself. Therefore, acupuncture is what Ye Qingqing needs most. With acupuncture for self-defense, she can resolve a significant portion of her ailments.

Even if it doesn't solve the problem, it can at least alleviate it.

Although the idea of ​​physical transmigration seems like a joke, Luo Hao doesn't think so.

The Terminator from over 30 years ago was just a science fiction movie, but it's not impossible to actually build a Terminator now, or even something more powerful than the one in the movie.

If I want to, I can definitely make it.

"Little Luo, let's exchange the Golden Needle Removal Technique," Elder Cui suddenly said.

"Exchange?" Luo Hao shook his head.

Old Cui's eyes dimmed somewhat.

“I’ve already entered it into the database. It’s not confidential information. Besides, Director Qin of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at the First Affiliated Hospital of China Medical University has already performed more than 20 cases of acupuncture cataract removal, and the postoperative results have been quite good. You can take a look if you want; there’s no need to exchange them.”

"What!" Old Cui was stunned.

The Golden Needle Removal Technique is a groundbreaking technique in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, comparable to techniques like femtosecond laser therapy.

Before liberation, the Tang family would charge a small gold bar for performing a gold needle ailment removal ritual, regardless of success or failure.

In Elder Cui's mind, the Golden Needle Removal Technique was a secret art that could be passed down through generations. How could Luo Hao so readily reveal it to the public?!

"On my side, Director Qin from the First Affiliated Hospital of Medical University is quite skilled, but he certainly can't compare to you, sir," Luo Hao said frankly. "If you're interested, Professor Cui, I can send you the relevant materials, as well as a video of Director Qin's cataract removal technique."

"The video is not complete, since some patients refused to be recorded. It's very troublesome to inform the patients and obtain their consent beforehand."

"If they won't let him record, then let him go. The world is so big, there's nowhere he can't get treatment," Old Cui retorted.

"Oh, as for treatment, there's no need," Luo Hao said with a smile.

Old Cui fell silent for a moment, but he still didn't say anything. After a full ten seconds, Old Cui finally asked, "Little Luo, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, I'll find some relevant data when I go to the unmanned hospital and send it to your email. It's not classified technology, so please give me some advice and suggestions."

“Okay,” Old Cui said cautiously.

The two remained silent for a long time before arriving at Panggezhuang. Although the 50-kilometer distance could be covered in less than an hour if they were to drive freely, everyone knows that in the capital, except during the Chinese New Year period, there is practically no time to drive freely.

Upon seeing the deserted hospital in the distance, Luo Hao was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.

As the saying goes, a man is a boy until he dies.

"Chen Yong, what's wrong?"

"Luo Hao, I've discovered that lightning-struck wood is being placed on the exoskeleton..."

"Wait a moment, I'm with Old Cui. Where are you? I'll come find you."

"..."

Old Cui paused.

Dr. Luo Haoluo has a secret he doesn't want me to hear. He's heard of terms like "lightning-struck wood" and "external-powered skeleton," but he doesn't understand what they mean when put together.

"Young people are remarkable," Cui thought to himself. "It is said that the core members of major national scientific research projects are all between 30 and 40 years old."

Luo Hao is a living example. By the time the unmanned hospital project matures, Luo Hao will only be in his 30s. He could be elected as an academician or even an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Chinese Academy of Engineering based on this one project alone.

Old Cui breathed a sigh of relief and put Luo Hao down.

"Mr. Cui, I'll be going now. I need to check my email when I get home." Luo Hao smiled, turned around, and saw him off.

What is that bastard Chen Yong up to?

Luo Hao took "Xiao Meng" back to the deserted hospital, but he wasn't in a hurry to find Chen Yong.

Chen Yong was clearly showing off his new creation.

In Luo Hao's view, exoskeletons are not very useful; humanoid armor and mechs are not very useful either.

Luo Hao is a pure pragmatist; whether someone looks cool or not is not important to him.

The AI ​​had already compiled all the relevant information about the Golden Needle Removal Technique. Luo Hao simply checked it once and, finding nothing missing, sent it to Elder Cui.

Traditional Chinese medicine doctors are all like this, so Luo Hao wasn't in a hurry.

As for Ye Qingqing, Luo Haocai didn't believe she could accomplish anything within six months to a year.

Just focus on your own side.

Click, send, and Luo Hao picked up his phone to call Chen Yong.

"Chen Yong, are you thinking about combining a powered exoskeleton with Taoist techniques?" Luo Hao asked.

"Magic, magic!"

"Damn it, get lost!"

“What’s the difference in your name? Come and see, I’m at the station.” Chen Yong said excitedly.

Luo Hao's heart skipped a beat. "Is Mr. Qiu here?"

"My master is not here. He said the stock market has been bad lately, so he went out to travel and relax."

Luo Hao smiled. It was truly unbelievable that an old man wanted to become a financial consumer.

"I'll be right there. Is there anything you need? Like, takeout?"

"No, hurry up and come here, I'll show you something fun."

(End of this chapter)