White armor

Chapter 741 The Beginning of the Unmanned Hospital

"It's good that the gas has come out." "Xiao Meng" smiled. "I thought you had a special constitution, and I was just about to give you a few more needles at the Yaoshu, Yaoqi, and Ciliao acupoints."

Although You Guangming didn't know what acupoints "Xiao Meng" was referring to, he sensed "Xiao Meng's" intention.

"No... hiccup... I don't want it." You Guangming hiccuped again.

“Teacher You, if your gastrointestinal motility increases, please feel free to pass gas. This is a hospital, you don’t need to be embarrassed,” said “Xiao Meng.”

Despite saying that, You Guangming was still a little embarrassed and said awkwardly, "I want to go to the restroom."

“Teacher You, you have acupuncture needles, moxibustion, and cupping on your back, so you can’t move for the time being.”

You Guangming felt somewhat desperate.

He's not a doctor, so even farting in public makes him feel uncomfortable, as if he's made a huge embarrassment.

Doctors deal with poop, pee, and farts every day. For example, when Mr. Chai was young, he would go on rounds early in the morning and ask postoperative patients if they had farted.

If he farts, Mr. Chai will be very happy; if he doesn't, it means there's a problem with his gastrointestinal tract. Although it's clinically called passing gas, doctors in hospitals are more inclined to give up.

Humans eat grains and deal with excrement and urine every day, so there's no need to be embarrassed.

Boss Chai knew what You Guangming was thinking, so he turned around with his hands behind his back and said, "Old Zhou, let's leave each other alone for a bit."

Boss Zhou nodded and went out with Old Chai.

"Xiao You, don't be embarrassed in front of the AI ​​robot. Actually, you don't need to pretend. The machine shows that your intestinal peristalsis has accelerated by about 3 times, and the gas expulsion speed must be very fast."

"Just let it drain out."

You Guangming's heart sank to the bottom.

puff~
Before Boss Chai and Boss Zhou could even leave the house, the sound of exhaust pipes could be heard.

"I must say, acupuncture is really effective for relieving flatulence, and it works quite quickly," said Boss Chai.

"Xiaoluohao and traditional Chinese medicine have jointly published two papers, both of which are targeted treatments for slowed gastrointestinal motility and abdominal distension after interventional therapy for liver cancer."

“I’ve seen it, but I didn’t expect there to be so many things hidden over there at Guang’anmen.” Boss Chai was a little unhappy. “If it weren’t for the little conch shell, they would probably have just passed it down to a single lineage until one generation couldn’t continue.”

"Clinging to outdated ideas, do they really think that what they have is something special and irreplaceable?"

They didn't care at all whether You Guangming was doing well or not. Although You Guangming had been enduring it, the data on the machine showed that his abdominal distension and slowed gastrointestinal motility had fundamentally improved.

Humans can lie, but the sympathetic nervous system doesn't lie, and neither does bioelectricity.

"Do you think the chances of winning the Little Conch Shell prize are high?" Old Zhou asked casually.

"They dare not give it to us!" Boss Chai glared. "The unmanned hospital has already made groundbreaking progress. But are the robots they've developed as useful as Xiao Meng's?"

"Academia is full of academic cliques, that's how it is," Mr. Zhou said with a smile.

"I don't care about academic circles. If they really don't give it to me, I'll take it to the central government."

The two chatted idly. Their relationship wasn't very harmonious to begin with, but Luo Hao was there to help them.

It wasn't for their own sake, but for Luo Hao's, so they naturally stood together.

A dozen minutes later, You Guangming came out with one hand on his stomach, looking comfortable, his previous troubled expression gone.

"Is it done?" Boss Zhou asked.

"I guess it's alright... I guess." You Guangming wanted to refute, but considering that the data was still there, saying too much would only give people a bad impression, so he could only give a vague reply.

"What's wrong with your side? It's so slow," Han Jianxue asked as he walked up.

"I had an upset stomach, so they gave me acupuncture and cupping treatment, and it worked quite well." You Guangming deliberately didn't mention the AI ​​robot.

This little trick of hers can't be hidden from anyone.

Han Jianxue curled his lip; it seemed You Guangming had already voted, so he had no choice but to step forward himself.

“You two have already had your medical checkups. Let us take a look at your reports,” Han Jianxue said.

"Sure," Boss Chai said with a smile.

"Xiao Meng" stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said, "Teacher Han, may I take your pulse?"

"Taking a pulse?" Han Jianxue was taken aback, then looked at "Xiao Meng" as if he were a fraud.

"What problem did you find?"

Since the matter involved Mr. Zhou's expertise, he walked over to "Xiao Meng" and asked her about it.

"Teacher Han has slight signs of palmar erythema. I would like to take her pulse to see if it is due to excessive heat in the lungs causing a rapid and forceful pulse, reflecting the intense heat."

"You're telling fortunes, not curing diseases," Han Jianxue said disdainfully.

Han Jianxue would not object to purely modern medical diagnosis and treatment, but an AI robot actually said that the lung heat was excessive, causing the pulse to be rapid and forceful, reflecting the intense heat evil.

This is utter nonsense. This whole thing is just a bunch of lies to fool those who don't know anything about this stuff.

But Boss Zhou frowned. "Xiao Han, give me your hand."

"Mr. Zhou, I respect you, but please..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Boss Zhou's temper wasn't as well controlled as Boss Chai's. Hearing Han Jianxue still talking nonsense, he went up and grabbed Han Jianxue's hand.

"Mr. Zhou, be gentle," Han Jianxue said helplessly.

"The appearance of 'ox liver palms' indicates lung cancer. The paper was published in The Lancet. You can look it up yourself." Boss Zhou carefully examined Han Jianxue's hands, much like someone reading palms.

There were indeed some signs of liver palm, but they were mild. If "Xiao Meng" hadn't reminded him, Boss Zhou would never have thought of it.

He had seen the medical examination report from Peking Union Medical College Hospital. There was indeed a small nodule on Han Jianxue's lung CT scan, but the nodule was not large, with a diameter of about 4 mm.

After reviewing the scans, Mr. Zhou felt that observation was the best approach, with a follow-up CT scan every 3-6 months. If the lung nodules continued to grow, they would be removed for pathological examination.

If there is no change, keep observing.

But after "Xiao Meng" reminded him, Old Zhou looked at Han Jianxue's hands again and felt that there were indeed signs of palmar erythema.

He was more inclined to believe "Xiao Meng's" diagnosis, so he held his hand and examined it carefully.

"week……"

"Little Han, look, this is ox liver palm." Old Zhou began to explain to Han Jianxue what ox liver palm is and what it means in Western medicine.

These are all things that Han Jianxue can understand, explained using common Western medical terminology.

He felt a chill run down his spine. His physical exam had clearly told him that there was a small nodule, only 4mm, which could be observed.

How did it turn into lung cancer when I arrived at the deserted hospital in Panggezhuang?
"Take my pulse, Xiao Meng, you take my pulse." Boss Zhou handed Han Jianxue's hand to "Xiao Meng".

"Xiao Meng" placed his hand on Han Jianxue's pulse.

Its hand was slightly warm, not at all like a cold machine, leaving Han Jianxue somewhat bewildered.

"Based on the pulse diagnosis, there is a deficiency of Yin in the lungs and kidneys. Combined with the pulmonary nodules seen at Peking Union Medical College Hospital and the physical signs, the probability that the nodules are malignant is over 85%."

Soon, "Xiao Meng" gave his own judgment.

"Surgery is recommended. Don't worry, a 4mm pulmonary nodule is essentially cured after surgery."

"!!!"

Han Jianxue was both scared and angry.

He was just there to inspect the unmanned hospital, and incidentally find some faults to hinder Luo Hao's selection.

Why do you curse yourself with lung cancer as soon as you arrive?

This is nothing short of a witchcraft scourge! A modern-day witchcraft scourge!

"Xiao Han, come with me," Boss Zhou said calmly.

His body suddenly straightened up, no longer bending over, and a powerful aura pressed down on Han Jianxue.

"Old Zhou, I've come here..."

"Hospitals never joke with patients." Old Zhou came to the reading room, turned on the computer, found Han Jianxue's films, and looked at them frame by frame with the mouse in his right hand.

“From an imaging perspective, the chances of it being benign or malignant are about 50/50. Some aggressive doctors might recommend surgery, but if I were to suggest it, I wouldn’t think immediate surgery is the best approach,” Dr. Zhou said earnestly.

He had lost his previous temper and instead tried to explain the illness to the other person in a gentle manner.

"but!"

Soon, Han Jianxue witnessed a turning point with Boss Zhou.

"Since the AI ​​has given advice, and the pulse also shows signs of lung cancer, as well as mild signs of palmar erythema, I still recommend surgical treatment."

"!!!"

"You're an expert in the field of AI, and it's your idea to help our country stay healthy for thirty years," Old Zhou suddenly said, making a strange statement.

"Uh……"

"You need to report this to the Health Bureau and let them make a decision."

Han Jianxue was stunned.

He originally thought the two elderly people were deliberately trying to disgust him, but to his surprise, Boss Zhou directly said he would report it to the Health Bureau.

The Health Bureau is a department that not only most people, but even 99.9% of doctors in the medical field have never heard of.

Its purpose is to provide healthcare for important individuals, consulting with top domestic experts based on their physical condition to offer the best advice and recommendations.

Starting ten years ago, information on some experts in the field of science and technology also appeared on the Health Bureau's list.

Han Jianxue's physical examination was also done at Peking Union Medical College Hospital after being contacted by the Health Bureau.

The fact that the matter was reported to the health bureau proves the seriousness of the situation and that it was definitely not an AI robot deliberately trying to disgust itself.

"Mr. Zhou, really?"

"Don't worry, even if it's malignant, it's practically cured after the procedure. There are several surgical methods. The first is radiofrequency ablation, which has the advantage of being minimally invasive and can be treated with microwave needles. You can go home after a 2-hour post-operative observation. The disadvantage is that there is no pathology report, so it doesn't help with future follow-up visits or treatments."

The second type...

Old Zhou began to explain to Han Jianxue several treatment methods for pulmonary nodules.

He ultimately suggested performing a wedge resection via thoracoscopic surgery, with intraoperative and postoperative pathological examination.

Han Jianxue also became serious. After all, it involved his own health, so he couldn't help but be serious.

"This nodule wasn't here six months ago. Judging from the surface characteristics of 'ox liver palm,' the growth rate isn't slow. Get it removed as soon as possible," Mr. Zhou said finally. "I'll contact the Health Bureau, and you can prepare for the surgery."

"Xiao Han, don't avoid seeking medical help because of your illness. Your body doesn't just belong to you; you must always remember that you are a top expert in the field of AI!"

Boss Zhou went straight to the point about value.

Although the high value is annoying, young people especially dislike it.

But Han Jianxue didn't. After pondering for a few seconds, he asked, "Boss Zhou, when we were at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, they also said we needed to be observed. What do you think is the difference between observation and surgery?"

“After all, it’s a small nodule. The chances of it being benign or malignant are not even 50/50. It’s more likely to be benign. If we were to remove every small lung nodule we see, that would be over-medicalization.” Old Zhou explained patiently. “But in your case, considering the changes in the palmar erythema and pulse, it’s highly likely to be a malignant small nodule.”

"It's very small and hasn't been transferred yet. If you get it removed as soon as possible, the effect will be excellent, and you won't have to worry about it anymore."

"Professor Zhou, I heard from AI that there's an 85% or higher chance of success. What about the 15%?" Han Jianxue asked.

“It’s because Dr. Luo is too cautious…” Boss Zhou paused for a moment, then began to scold, “Xiao Luohao is too much of a jerk. He has the mindset of a clinician and never considers himself an expert. He always says half of things and never makes definitive statements.”

"..."

"What's wrong with speaking more confidently? No? Who can guarantee it's 100% true? It's all a bad habit taught by Old Chai; he doesn't seem like an expert at all."

"That's a good habit. How can you talk like that? If you don't do pathology, how would you know what it is? No wonder everyone says that experts in the capital have big mouths. It's all because of this bad habit you passed down." Boss Chai said unhappily.

Han Jianxue felt helpless listening to the two arguing. After listening to a few sentences, he understood what was going on.

It turns out that Dr. Luo Haoluo was being overly cautious, and all the percentages for the diagnoses were adjusted.

If it were someone else, they would almost certainly be diagnosed with early-stage carcinoma in situ by now.

“Alright, then report it to the Health Bureau. I’ll follow the organization’s arrangements.” Han Jianxue made a decisive and quick decision, interrupting the two old men’s bickering, and answered seriously.

Mr. Zhou was quite satisfied with this.

He nodded, first instructing "Xiao Meng" to explain the medical report to everyone, while he went next door to make a phone call.

After more than ten minutes, Boss Zhou came out and made one call after another to the cardiothoracic surgery experts in the Imperial Health Care Group for consultation.

Two days later.

Luo Hao took Chen Yong to the community hospital early in the morning.

"Luo Hao, there are so many experts in the capital, why would they need you? Besides, it's just a minor surgery." Chen Yong said, somewhat puzzled.

“There are too many spies.” Luo Hao sighed. “Take Professor Zhang from the giant panda wildlife project, for example. He’s been placed under investigation now.”

"Stop joking, the health care team makes decisions collectively."

"It's different. The health team makes decisions collectively, but when it comes to physical data, it's best to keep it confidential. It's possible that the surgery will be fine, but the physical data will be leaked. Remember during the pandemic, when Macron was about to get angry, Eagle said he had Macron's complete set of physical data?"

"I remember, but I just thought it sounded like a joke, what kind of nonsense was that? Xiao Ma is also a gigolo, he got slapped in the face by his wife when he got off the plane during a foreign visit. It was really undignified, what a mess." Chen Yong smiled helplessly.

"The higher-ups have noticed this advantage of unmanned hospitals."

"How can we guarantee that the data won't be leaked?" Chen Yong asked.

“I heard…” Luo Hao hesitated for a moment, but still said, “I once heard Boss Zhou say that there is already a solution.”

"Oh? What can I do?"

Chen Yonggang had just asked a question when he immediately stopped.

"Never mind, I won't ask anymore. It must be confidential information."

“It’s no use not keeping it a secret. I have no idea. I’m just guessing some things.” Luo Hao shrugged and spread his hands. “I’m just a doctor. How could I possibly have access to this kind of information?”

"alright."

This aligns with Chen Yong's understanding of Luo Hao.

This guy is incredibly cunning. Even he himself wouldn't want to deal with some kind of confidentiality agreement. Luo Hao would definitely smell it and run as far away as possible, completely avoiding any contact with it.

So Chen Yong didn't ask any more questions out of curiosity.

Upon arriving at the community hospital, Wang Xiaoshuai had already opened the gate, and Luo Hao's 307 drove straight in.

After getting off the car, Luo Hao changed his clothes and went into the remote operating room.

He stopped wasting time talking to Chen Yong and calmly waited for the surgery notification.

Although it was just a wedge resection surgery for a small pulmonary nodule, Luo Hao remained fully focused.

Firstly, because of his good habits, Luo Hao is never careless or negligent.

Secondly, the health bureau believed that unmanned hospitals could assume greater responsibility, so they decided to perform remote surgery.

The surgery was performed in an unmanned hospital in Pangkezhuang, the capital city. This was a child that Luo Hao had raised himself, and he would absolutely not allow any problems to occur.

At least within Luo Hao's capabilities, no problems will be allowed to occur; he will proceed with extreme caution, as if walking on thin ice.

Chen Yong didn't bother Luo Hao, but chatted with "Xiao Meng" and asked about face reading.

Three AI robots have been deployed at Fangcun Mountain to perform face reading and fortune telling, and progress is going well. Emotional intelligence training is being strengthened at a visible rate.

Chen Yong expressed his disdain for Luo Hao's pre-operative meditation.

Make a hole, insert a straight-line cutting suture device and cut it off in two quick snips. The whole process takes less than 10 minutes. Luo Hao's meditation time is longer than the surgery time.

Isn't this ridiculous? Making it sound so serious, like it's some huge surgery.

Half an hour later, the surgery began.

The sheet had already been laid out, and the surgery was being assisted by an AI robot.

Just as Chen Yong predicted, Luo Hao finished the surgery in only 9 minutes, even faster than expected.

But there was something unexpected: in the end, Luo Hao didn't even leave a chest tube, and just let the AI ​​robot carry the patient off the table.

"Dr. Luo, you're sure you don't want to leave a chest tube, right?" Old Zhou's voice came through.

"Boss, are you sure you don't need it?" Luo Hao didn't have a dog, but gave a very firm answer, without a trace of misunderstanding.

"Okay." Boss Zhou didn't argue with Luo Hao and directly agreed to Luo Hao's "radical" approach.

In many hospitals, pulmonary nodule resection surgery has become a day surgery, which can be performed during the day, followed by a 6-hour observation period, and may not even require hospitalization.

Luo Hao's approach was somewhat presumptuous, but it was based on consideration of the patient's identity and status.

From a medical perspective, there is nothing to criticize.

"Boss, I'm waiting to see the pathology report together. I'll feel more at ease after we've seen it, and it'll be better for me to report to the health bureau."

"Okay, the AI ​​robot has started slicing. Go to the pathology lab and wait."

After saying that, Mr. Zhou seemed a little dazed.

He knew that Luo Hao was in the provincial capital of Jiangbei Province, while he was in an empty hospital in Pangkezhuang, the capital city.

But that conversation felt like the two of them were face to face, both at the 912 Hospital.

Even though we are far apart, we are still close at heart.
The romanticism of ancient poets has come true. When Wang Bo wrote "The ends of the earth are like next door," he probably never imagined that things would turn out this way.

Boss Zhou didn't reach out; he simply supervised the AI ​​robot's actions.

The patient was taken off the operating table and sent to a ward.

The flatbed cart moved silently through the quiet corridor, as if it were from a future world.

The unmanned hospital had only one intensive care unit. After the patient was sent in, Boss Zhou gave instructions to the AI ​​robot, told Director Gu to keep an eye on the patient, and then went to the pathology room next door.

Mr. Zhou wasn't very familiar with procedures like intraoperative frozen sectioning and waxing. Although he didn't understand them, the AI ​​robot was very adept at doing these tasks.

The film has been put into the microscope, and Boss Zhou is watching the situation under the microscope on a holographic projector.

The AI ​​robot communicated with Luo Hao continuously and quickly located the abnormal organization.

After seeing and hearing the confirmed diagnosis, Mr. Zhou felt relieved.

Although it was very unfair, Boss Zhou still breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the first problem discovered during a physical examination at an unmanned hospital, and the surgery was also performed there perfectly.

Without misjudgment, the problem was resolved early, and not a single flaw could be found. The unmanned hospital has made a great contribution.

A 4mm lung nodule, mild palmar erythema, and abnormal pulse were diagnosed by AI robot using a combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

Thinking back on the whole process, Mr. Zhou sighed with emotion.

To be honest, he looked down on traditional Chinese medicine. It wasn't that traditional Chinese medicine methods were outdated; Mr. Zhou himself admitted that traditional Chinese medicine had extremely high potential. It was just that those practicing traditional Chinese medicine were complacent and the industry was rife with charlatans, yet they didn't seem to care.

As a result, traditional Chinese medicine has become extremely chaotic.

Unexpectedly, the Little Snail has managed to refine and extract the best aspects, raising the diagnostic capabilities of the unmanned hospital to a new level.

The small conch shell is definitely necessary.

"Boss, the diagnosis is lung adenocarcinoma, but we'll have to wait for the detailed pathology report. I've stored the relevant intraoperative frozen section data in the unmanned hospital's database. Would you like to wait for a specialist consultation?" Luo Hao said.

"Alright, then you go ahead and get busy," said Boss Zhou. "The capital will make the decisions regarding the follow-up treatments. Oh, and don't forget to check in at the Health Bureau."

"The senior colleague at the Health Bureau graduated from West China Hospital. That job is really good, boss."

Old Zhou raised an eyebrow, exuding an air of authority without anger, and looked at the holographic projection as if Luo Hao were sitting right there.

"What, you want to find a nice office for your daughter?"

"Oh, boss, look at what you're saying. Da Nizi has settled in Beijing and has a government job; I've already taken care of everything. I was just saying, so please don't take it too seriously."

Luo Hao laughed.

"When will Bamboo come back? I miss it. In half a month, after the awards are over, if Bamboo doesn't come back, you'll take me to the Qinling Mountains."

"boss……"

"It's settled then!" Boss Zhou wasn't like Boss Chai; once he made a decision, there was no room for argument. He immediately hung up the voice call.

"Bamboo has been in the Qinling Mountains for half a year and he hasn't even gone to check on it. That little snail is really good for nothing," Boss Zhou scolded.

He really wanted to go to the Qinling Mountains, especially after the AI ​​robot in the unmanned hospital was loaded with traditional Chinese medicine data and gave him acupuncture and physiotherapy every day, and his health improved significantly. Boss Zhou wanted to go even more.

(End of this chapter)