White armor

Chapter 751 Conferred Godhood!

Lin Yuming was slightly taken aback. "Something's not right? Is someone against you? Or is there some conflict between you... Boss Chai and Boss Zhou's faction and others?"

"Hey, Uncle, academic cliques are indeed emerging, but even if they are, I'm still top-notch." Luo Hao knew Lin Yuming had misunderstood, so he quickly comforted him.

"..." Lin Yuming felt a strange sensation rising in his heart as he listened to Luo Hao "bragging".

Just over a year ago, I could control this kid, and I had to go to great lengths to get him a professional license. Now he can say this?

Academic clique? Does he really know what academic clique means?
"I just feel like the bosses are hiding something from me, but I haven't figured out what it is yet," Luo Hao said.

"Keeping it from you?" Lin Yuming asked, somewhat puzzled.

The bosses are all academicians, with countless projects and research funds at their disposal. It's normal for them to be very busy every day. Surely the bosses who are supposed to be the opposite of Tiangang don't have to report to Xiaoluohao.

That would be truly abnormal, wouldn't it?

Lin Yuming felt that Xiao Luohao was getting a bit arrogant. "Xiao Luohao, the bosses are all very busy. How come you have such a serious case of paranoia?"

"Hey, why am I telling you this?" Luo Hao laughed. "Uncle, as long as Xiao Meng works well, that's fine. The new features were collected by Chen Yong. He added a few AI robots to the Taoist temple in Funiu Mountain to collect scenarios, and now it seems there are AI robots for fortune telling in other places as well."

"AI robots can share results, and the backend processor analyzes and calculates them, so their emotional intelligence is improving rapidly. As for problem-solving, we still need to figure it out; you just need to keep an eye on things from your side."

"Okay, I'll be careful on my end and try my best not to cause you any trouble."

After saying that, Lin Yuming chuckled to himself. When did it become that he was the one causing trouble for Little Conch Shell?
Children grow up so fast that there are some changes that I haven't even noticed.

After hanging up the phone, Luo Hao's expression turned serious.

"Isn't the scene I collected amazing?" Chen Yong asked.

He was somewhat pleased with himself. Recently, the AI ​​robot fortune-telling had become increasingly smooth, which had even improved Master Qi's mood. Watching the AI ​​robot tell fortunes was much better than having to do it himself and waste his breath.

"Impressive," Luo Hao said calmly.

"Huh? You seem off; it's been like this for days." Chen Yong asked, puzzled. "What happened?"

"I can't really explain it. Recently, when I was reporting things to the bosses, I found that they were subtly mentioning that if they weren't around, I should maintain a good relationship with Director Qian and Director Gu, so that others wouldn't laugh at me."

"To put it bluntly, this sounds like a will. Chen Yong, do you think my paranoia is getting worse?" Luo Hao asked with a serious expression.

Chen Yong stared wide-eyed at Luo Hao.

"You're overanalyzing it," Chen Yong asked.

"It shouldn't be. I know the bosses very well. They must be hiding something from me." Luo Hao quickly made up his mind that there shouldn't be any problem.

"For example? Secretly committing suicide?" Chen Yong asked dismissively.

“I suspect it’s a consciousness upload,” Luo Hao said softly.

Everyone else in the office was busy, and Luo Hao spoke very softly. Apart from Chen Yong, even the most gossipy Zhuang Yan didn't hear him. She was focused on playing Hatsune Miku.

Chen Yong's expression changed, and he grabbed Luo Hao, heading straight out.

What's wrong with him? Luo Hao was also a little puzzled. Chen Yong had never been willing to have much contact with men.

But he instinctively grabbed his own arm.

Something big is definitely happening! Luo Hao focused his mind and followed behind Chen Yong.

Chen Yong pushed open the door to the duty room and saw two doctors inside smoking and chatting. Chen Yong said in a deep voice, "You two go out first."

“Yong…” One doctor tried to make a joke, but not only him, but even the doctor opposite him noticed that Chen Yong’s expression was off. He immediately swallowed his words, quickly left the house, and didn’t forget to close the door behind him.

"My master is about to undergo a tribulation," Chen Yong said bluntly.

"Shouldn't that be? In my memory, you all have to undergo tribulation in the end when you cultivate." Luo Hao said, puzzled.

“No, his approach is more like a desperate gamble. He could have survived for a very, very long time; there was no need for him to be in such a hurry. Moreover, with the addition of AI technology, I'm at least 2% confident that it will make his future tribulations easier.” Chen Yong told Luo Hao what he knew.

Luo Hao was horrified.

Chen Yong was extremely cautious when using the term "crossing tribulation," adding so many qualifiers and conditions.

“My master transcends tribulation like it’s nothing, and he’ll most likely end up disintegrating into a physical body. No, he definitely will,” Chen Yong said in a deep voice.

"???"

Even the usually composed Luo Hao was somewhat tempted, although he wasn't sure if his understanding of "soldier's dissolution" and Chen Yong's understanding of "soldier's dissolution" were the same thing.

"What did you think of?" Chen Yong asked.

"I don't know." Luo Hao shook his head. "The bosses are probably getting old and their health isn't very good, unlike your master."

"Nonsense, current medical technology can save five out of ten people, so the bosses have at least ten more years to live."

"Live five years, get three extra years" is a modern saying that means that for every five years a person lives, advancements in medical technology can solve some diseases that were previously incurable, allowing them to live an extra three years.

This includes many biomedical projects, such as mitochondrial end elongation technology, etc.

As for stem cell technology, it's already so common that it's best not to mention it.

Luo Hao sat down and pondered seriously.

A few minutes later, he suddenly raised his hand. "Got a cigarette?"

Chen Yong was taken aback. "You're not pretending to be an AI robot anymore, Cyber, are you smoking?"

"Stop fooling around, I'm thinking about something," Luo Hao said seriously.

Luo Hao lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "Do you have a shielding barrier?"

Chen Yong stared wide-eyed at Luo Hao. "Luo Hao, I don't listen to anything that involves secrets! What you're talking about are just techniques my master used in his novels. I really don't know them."

"It's my own guess. The bosses didn't say anything, but it just happens to connect with your master's situation. I'll tell you and you can help me analyze it."

"I set up a barrier as soon as you entered, so don't worry." Chen Yong, no longer as carefree as before, spoke seriously this time.

The way he just said "I really don't know" is as if he didn't say it at all.

"That's right, AI actually has its own thinking."

"???"

“A long time ago, there were two robots in the operating room who were making a fuss about going home in the middle of the night. That day, your master came and took them away,” Luo Hao said in a deep voice.

"Damn it, how come I didn't know? You all kept it from me!"

Luo Hao ignored Chen Yong's complaints and continued, "As far as I know, there has been ongoing research on the topic of AI having self-awareness, so I highly doubt that the bosses want to upload their consciousness."

"What do you mean?" Chen Yong asked, completely bewildered.

"Someone needs to manage AI in the virtual world."

"!!!" Chen Yong was about to retort, but he immediately swallowed all his words.

The silence in the duty room was unsettling.

"Is it true or false? Has the uploaded consciousness already taken shape? My master wanted to fulfill his long-cherished wish in the mortal world, so he was willing to disintegrate and then upload his consciousness?" Chen Yong asked in a low voice.

His voice was kept extremely low, and even with the added barrier, Chen Yong was still not at ease.

"We started poaching scientists from the Max Planck Institute around 2012. Mr. Lou recruited them relatively late, and their research interests are different from those of the scientists at the Max Planck Institute that are based in Shanghai."

“Universities in China such as Harbin Institute of Technology and Northwestern Polytechnical University have also conducted relevant research. I haven’t seen the research results, but by reverse engineering the machine that can control drones with consciousness, I can guess that it may upload consciousness.”

Luo Hao paused for a moment after saying this.

"Really?" Chen Yong asked again, almost instinctively.

However, this sentence was just a habit of speaking, a fragment of words, and was not a questioning of Luo Hao.

Based on Mr. Qiu's various actions, Chen Yong had come to believe Luo Hao's words.

Uploading consciousness and managing AI—every single word of that statement is a violation of the rules, the kind that could lead to a life sentence.

"The bosses are just one part of a group of people; there are many more."

"Are you qualified?" Chen Yong asked.

“I’m still young, and even this is just a guess. Do you think I’m qualified? This matter is highly confidential, and I have no right to get involved.”

Luo Hao's unwavering will seemed to be shaken, and his speech began to become somewhat incoherent.

"I was just guessing, it's really annoying." Luo Hao took a deep drag on his cigarette, his face full of distress.

"I have a feeling you know something," Chen Yong asked.

“Doing a lot of scientific research, especially connecting cutting-edge research, can help you roughly determine a direction,” Luo Hao said. “This is… sigh, if only you could have gotten into Peking Union Medical College when you took the college entrance exam back then, what a pity.”

Chen Yong sighed. That bastard Luo Hao was still putting on airs at a time like this. This way of speaking was probably ingrained in his bones; every sentence Luo Hao uttered was in this format.

Are they trying to bring up Peking Union Medical College Hospital again?

“I wasn’t by Qian’s side when he was on his deathbed, but a fellow student was. He told me that what Qian’s father was thinking about most in the end was the secret realm.”

"???"

"The secret realm is similar to the metaverse that was hyped up some time ago. They manipulated the stock price for a while and then nothing happened. But Mr. Qian has always devoted a lot of effort to this, including human special abilities."

“You’ve said it many times, Mr. Qian has seen it all. There was a family with a history of black magic in the rocket research team,” Chen Yong added.

“Yes, the secret realm isn’t exactly a secret, which is why my senior brother was able to tell me. I suspect that the bosses are going to the secret realm, including your master.”

“My master isn’t a scientist, so why include him?”

“Your master is a thug. Having only a political commissar is not enough; you also need state violence institutions and violent personnel.”

"..."

"It's just a metaphor. I have great respect for Mr. Qiu." Luo Hao immediately put on a serious face. "The reason I made this guess is because of Institute 209. When the AI ​​robots became conscious and cried out that they wanted to go home, it was Mr. Qiu who came and took them away."

"Damn it, why didn't anyone tell me?"

Chen Yong cursed angrily.

"Luo Hao, is this considered a dimensional reduction? From a three-dimensional world to a two-dimensional world?"

“No, I highly suspect it should be dimensional ascension,” Luo Hao said.

"why?"

"How would I know?" Luo Hao shook his head. "That's just my guess. Without dimensional ascension, there's no dimensional reduction."

This was a bit strange, but Chen Yong understood immediately.

Suddenly his eyes lit up. "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Summon the gods! Does this mean I can summon my master from now on?"

Gan!
Luo Hao had never thought of this idea.

That's way too unconventional.

The two locked eyes, their expressions complex. As for the possibility Chen Yonggang mentioned, it took root in Luo Hao's mind in an instant, blossoming into countless possibilities.

"Investiture of the Gods?"

A few seconds later, the two said in unison.

If Luo Hao's guess is correct, even if it is not entirely correct but only partially correct, it is still almost identical to the legendary Investiture of the Gods.

Silence fell over the duty room again. Luo Hao didn't speak, nor did Chen Yong; they weren't even aware of each other's presence, each lost in their own thoughts.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yong sighed, "I never expected it to be like this."

"It's just a guess."

"Deus ex machina, I want to prepare an AI robot for my master."

"?!" Luo Hao was taken aback.

"There are ancient texts in our sect that describe similar scenes, but I didn't understand them. My master said they were missing a lot of things. But that thing is interesting. It can summon spirits anytime, anywhere. Who am I afraid of!"

Luo Hao had a sudden thought and nodded, "Do it! You go first."

Chen Yong glanced at Luo Hao with disdain.

it is more than words.

Chen Yong knew perfectly well what Luo Hao was planning, but he didn't say anything more about it, since Luo Hao didn't understand.

"Your ancient books have always been ancient books?" Luo Hao asked, unconcerned by Chen Yong's disdain.

"Later, many things disappeared. They were said to be rare and precious treasures, but now I highly suspect that they were lost after ascending or descending to a higher dimension," Chen Yong said. "That's roughly the idea. The main problem was the lack of organization; it was just a flash of inspiration from a genius."

"Give it a try. I've always felt that the bosses are a bit reckless, but the organization has made the decision, so the bosses can't say anything. Besides, their generation has a lot of passion; they're truly ready to go through fire and water without hesitation."

"You talk as if you have no ideals. I even suspect you're going to volunteer to go to the capital."

Luo Hao smiled, realizing that Chen Yong had hit the nail on the head.

“You’re too young. These kinds of things are about passing on the torch. Otherwise… let’s not talk about anything else, just take our medical field as an example. Without your coordination, unmanned hospitals would be 3-5 years later.”

"But what will happen in 3-5 years is uncertain."

Chen Yong's words were vague, and Luo Hao nodded.

“You can’t go, I’m telling you,” Chen Yong warned.

"No, I won't go." Luo Hao thought for a moment, then sighed. "I'll arrange a trip to the Qinling Mountains instead."

"Oh?"

"If the bosses readily agree, then my guess will be correct. After all, the awards are coming up soon, and they certainly wouldn't agree unless there's something else going on."

"Is this how you all communicate?" Chen Yong asked in surprise.

"It's a tacit understanding; there are some things that can't be said. For example, we've developed a bit of a tacit understanding when we talk."

"That's true, we're birds of a feather."

"Could you come up with a better way of saying it?" Luo Hao asked.

"There's no good explanation, that's roughly how it is. You can make the arrangements. I need to work on things related to deus ex machina soon, so give me the highest level of access to the university."

"Okay, you can use my permissions. I'll apply for them now."

Chen Yong showed no joy upon hearing Luo Hao's words, clearly indicating that he wasn't entirely confident about deus ex machina either.

"By the way, how's Ye Qingqing doing? Any news? I'm worried that my master might have disappeared like Ye Qingqing, with no trace of him left," Chen Yong asked.

"No." Luo Hao sighed. "A few days ago, a manned capsule went up to the lunar orbiter. I reckon Qingqing was on it."

Luo Hao didn't know exactly what Ye Qingqing was doing; he could only do what he could.

For example, we can add some traditional Chinese medicine and herbal treatments to the AI.

Any more than that would be beyond Luo Hao's capabilities.

……

Ye Qingqing floats in the experimental module of the lunar orbiter.

Rows of numbers flowed like a waterfall. Ye Qingqing felt neither nervousness nor excitement, nor fear nor anticipation; she was almost devoid of any emotion.

An AI robot accompanies Ye Qingqing as an assistant, helping her with a series of operations.

"I hope everything goes well, what do you say?"

"It's hard to say," the AI ​​robot replied.

"Didn't you all say your emotional intelligence has improved? Am I discussing academic issues with you? I'm just trying to say something auspicious!"

"Sorry, my program hasn't been updated with the content related to adding emotional value yet."

Ye Qingqing's lips moved slightly, as if she were cursing.

……

Luo Hao was slightly uneasy.

After exchanging information with Chen Yong, he knew that the bosses were ready.

Although it was just a few words and didn't reveal anything, as long as Luo Hao had this idea, he could guess something from his boss's various strange behaviors.

Perhaps they feel their days are numbered and want to shed this wretched body and enter the realm of freedom.

But is it easy to get in?

Despite being in a bad mood, Luo Hao still came to the medical university to prepare to teach his students.

Many people always come to audit Luo Hao's classes.

Upon entering the lecture hall, a boy stood up excitedly. Seeing his face brimming with youthful energy, making no attempt to hide his emotions, Luo Hao felt somewhat dazed.

It’s great to be young.

Thinking of this, Luo Hao smiled helplessly. He was so young, yet he had such feelings.

"Teacher! I've learned how to pop balloons!" the boy told Luo Hao, reporting his progress.

"Hmm, that's good." Luo Hao said with a mix of relief and perfunctoriness.

Seeing that Luo Hao wasn't in a good mood, the boy awkwardly sat back down.

Luo Hao cheered him up and patted the boy on the shoulder, "Good job, keep it up."

"Ah."

Looking at the energetic young people, Luo Hao recalled the scene a year ago when he led them to sing "Dingjun Mountain".

To be honest, it was a bit pretentious, but that's what Boss Chai deserved.

Standing on the stage, Luo Hao's mind was in turmoil as he thought about the boss he was going to upload consciousness to and about things related to the Investiture of the Gods. Looking at the energetic young people in front of him, Luo Hao's thoughts were slightly disordered.

"Alright, let's begin the lesson." Luo Hao tapped the table.

The lecture hall fell silent.

Luo Hao wasn't in the right frame of mind today; after speaking for more than ten minutes, some students started to doze off.

Just like before, everyone listened attentively with their eyes wide open.

Luo Hao noticed this and picked up a piece of chalk, throwing it at the boy. His digitized body was countless times stronger than other teachers'; from nearly twenty meters away, Luo Hao's chalk still accurately hit the sleeping boy's shoulder.

"Get up!" Luo Hao smiled, forgetting all about the Investiture of the Gods and such. He also cheered himself up. "I have something on my mind today, so my lecture might not be very interesting. Instead, I'll tell you something interesting and practical."

Useful information!

The students' attention was instantly heightened.

When clinical experts give lectures, they usually talk about clinical cases and gossip when it comes to practical information.

The doctors and nurses in the hospital like it, and the students in the school like it too.

"You'll all eventually have to take the postgraduate entrance exam, so I'll raise the bar a bit and explain some key points."

"Xu~~~"

Upon hearing Luo Hao's words, the students, who had just perked up, began to jeer.

It's all about knowledge points again, I'm so annoyed.

Luo Hao smiled, but didn't seem to care. "Exams are something I'm very good at. There are techniques to exams too, otherwise how would so many graduate school prep classes be able to compete, right? Now, I'll just go over some points with you."

"teacher."

"You said."

“Even graduate students can’t find jobs now. Not long ago, a 25-year-old doctor couldn’t handle the clinical pressure and committed suicide by injecting himself with potassium chloride.”

Luo Hao sighed.

"As the country gets better and better, it raises the lower limit. You are able to sit in the classroom of the provincial medical university. In the future, none of you will rely on the lower limit. As for the upper limit, it depends on your own efforts. What I want to teach is how to raise the upper limit."

Luo Hao began writing on the blackboard.

There was no PowerPoint presentation because Luo Hao had decided on the spur of the moment to say something different and to make things a little easier for himself.

"For example, what are the key points to test about interstitial lung disease?" Luo Hao asked after finishing his sentence.

But he didn't wait for the students to answer.

Students wouldn't know a thing or two about this. If someone could summarize and highlight even more key points from what they've said, they'd already be considered exceptionally gifted.

"Find interstitial lung disease, mark it clearly—fibrosis, sarcoidosis, allergic pneumonia. You'll get at least 6 points on the postgraduate entrance exam."

"Look, the minimum score for your postgraduate entrance exam has now increased by 6 points."

Luo Hao spoke simply and without rambling, and some students had already started taking notes seriously.

"What should I do if my systolic blood pressure is below 90 mmHg, or drops by 40 mmHg from my baseline for more than 15 minutes?"

After Luo Hao finished explaining the question, he immediately wrote down a few letters—rt-PA.

"I get at least 6 points every year, and one year I got 12 points. Here you go, you're welcome."

"Secondary changes in unstable plaques..."

Luo Hao was talking about postgraduate entrance exam content, and before they knew it, he had already mentioned more than 100 points.

More and more students are starting to take notes.

This is the real deal. If you were to memorize all this information from countless medical books and still not be able to distinguish the key points, it would take so much effort.

Today, Professor Luo generously shared all his knowledge with us.

……

Gu Huaiming was deep in thought, his expression solemn.

His phone rang, and when he picked it up, he saw it was a multimedia message.

What era are we living in? Why are people still sending MMS messages?

Upon opening it, Gu Huaiming's blood seemed to freeze, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

(End of this chapter)