White armor

Chapter 760 was originally just a "small" consultation.
"Ugh."

A long sigh echoed through the Funiu Mountains, and a doctor in the interventional radiology department of the First Affiliated Hospital of China Medical University also sighed.

The doctor on duty was pulling out hair.

"What's wrong, Xiao Liu?" Old Meng asked with a smile.

His smile increasingly carried a sense of kindness, perhaps due to his age, or perhaps because Lao Meng's position was becoming more stable, and he was no longer restless or impatient, thus gaining a more composed demeanor.

"Old Meng, I really admire you. You can sit in front of the computer for ten hours straight." Dr. Liu, who was on duty, sighed. "I get a headache just looking at you now."

"Xiao Meng" was sitting to one side reviewing medical records when he heard the on-duty doctor, Xiao Liu, mention him. He turned around and gave him a smile.

"Hey, look at you," Old Meng laughed. "It's not that bad."

"I admitted 12 patients today, 12!" The doctor on duty almost took off his shoes and stretched out his toes to show twelve.

“Dr. Liu, you can use DS to write medical records,” Xiao Meng suggested. “The 2024 Electronic Medical Record Application Specification allows the use of intelligent auxiliary tools, but clearly stipulates that the generated content must be reviewed and signed by the attending physician.”

"..." The doctor on duty was taken aback.

"Okay, I'll help you connect the DS," "Xiao Meng" said with a smile, very enthusiastically.

Meng Liangren nodded slightly and did not stop him.

"Xiao Meng, are you using a DS?" the on-duty doctor asked.

"No, I'm using another AI tool, but they're pretty much the same. You can try it out. I'll let you know if any modifications are needed."

"Forget it," the on-duty doctor refused. "It's just a template copy and paste now, I can just modify it. I heard that DS is really stupid, they even know to forge citations in their papers, and they've made quite a few jokes about it."

"Didn't I say it already? It needs to be reviewed by the attending physician." "Xiao Meng" repeated.

Indeed, the attending physician's review is required, but Lao Meng knows that the so-called review has long been a mere formality.

"Damn it, they didn't take me with them when they were treating IMPs, but they remembered me when they were treating syphilis and AIDS," the on-duty doctor grumbled.

"Huh?" Old Meng was taken aback.

"Hey, you can't say that. What if we're in the first half right now?" "Xiao Meng" said with a smile.

"!!!"

Old Meng then realized that his reaction time when driving was much slower than "Little Meng's".

A few seconds later, Lao Meng realized where he had heard those words.

"Xiao Liu, it's not good to complain like this," Meng Liangren advised.

"I heard from someone that recently, we've been banned from eating out, even for leading cadres."

"That's because some people don't like it, so it's being implemented 300%," "Xiao Meng" said. "So..."

Old Meng lunged forward, his broad hand slapping over "Little Meng's" mouth with a swift movement that created a gust of wind. Fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead as he lowered his voice and said, "Little rascal, you can't say things like that!"

"Xiao Meng's" lips opened and closed futilely in his palm, making a muffled sound.

Old Meng tightened his grip even more, the veins on the back of his hand bulging out, as if he were holding a ticking time bomb about to explode.

Xiao Meng finally nodded, indicating that she would remain silent.

“Even though everyone in the room is family,” Meng Liangren glanced around warily, even at the air conditioner vents, his voice barely a whisper, “who knows which wall might be hiding an eavesdropper these days?”

The on-duty doctor clearly saw Lao Meng frantically gesturing behind his back with his other hand, signaling Zhuang Yan to check the door lock. The cicadas outside the window suddenly sounded particularly shrill, as if something was really listening in.

Old Meng only let go when a pitiful blue light began to flash behind "Xiao Meng's" sunglasses, and casually wiped away non-existent drool from the robot's mouth with his sleeve.

"Old Meng, that's going too far," the on-duty doctor said with a laugh.

"Who knows what Xiao Meng will say next? Better safe than sorry. By the way, recently there was a five-year-old child with a foreign object in his rectum. The parents called the police immediately after discovering it, and guess what happened after they investigated?"

The people from Menglian changed the subject very abruptly.

“The child likes to watch Ultraman and believes in light. His father bought him an Ultraman that can transform when you put in batteries, and he wants to transform too.”

"Old Meng, your joke isn't funny at all." The on-duty doctor sighed. "Never mind, never mind. Little Meng, when you revise my medical record tomorrow, will you go easy on me?"

“Dr. Liu, this authority is with Director Shen,” Xiao Meng replied gently.

Looking at "Little Meng," Meng Liangren seemed to see her younger self—reckless, impulsive, and without much guile.

Don't AI robots have any censored words? Or have they learned how to bypass censored words on their own?

Meng Liangren couldn't understand it, and was too lazy to think about it. He had to report this matter to Professor Luo today, otherwise it would be too late if "Little Meng" caused a big disaster one day.

This year, Professor Luo will also be reviewing applications for the National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars; countless eyes are watching him closely.

"Medical records can be generated through practice, whether or not a data system is used is not necessary. Actually, I think the key is to make the HIS system smooth, lag-free, and easy to use."

“That’s right!” Zhuang Yan agreed. “Many hospitals are referencing each other’s electronic medical record systems, and the more they refer to each other, the slower it gets, especially the one made by Lenovo.”

"My goodness, please say less." Meng Liangren dared not cover Zhuang Yan's mouth.

"To be honest, our hospital's system has become increasingly laggy since the changes were made." Zhuang Yan tossed her head, her ponytail flying.

But she didn't continue speaking, instead focusing intently on Hatsune Miku.

"Say something cheerful." Meng Liangren glanced at "Xiao Meng" and then at Zhuang Yan, giving the order to "Xiao Meng".

“Our hospital’s electronic information and intelligentization is relatively slow. Some hospitals have already started using the ‘Bianque’ system,” Xiao Meng said without hesitation.

"Bian Que?" The doctor on duty was taken aback.

"By connecting to DeepSeek's large model system, it can quickly generate structured medical record drafts while listening to the patient's oral description of their condition, and it takes into account various requirements of commercial medical insurance and urban resident medical insurance."

In fact, writing medical records has always been a significant burden for doctors.

"Holy crap!" The on-duty doctor was instantly wide awake.

This system is amazing! But could it be something "Xiao Meng" made up?

"Xiao Meng, is it true?" the on-duty doctor asked.

“It’s true, the Stanford medical record model… my initial template for writing medical records evolved from the Stanford model,” Xiao Meng said in detail.

Even Lao Meng was surprised; he hadn't expected that "Xiao Meng" would have any connection with Stanford University in the United States.

"However, it is still quite primitive at present. The Bian Que system is only in the research stage, and it is estimated that it will take at least five years before it appears in clinical practice."

“That works too,” the on-duty doctor said. “Five years is a long time.”

"Hospitals are now promoting informatization, which relies on sophisticated systems. These systems cannot be developed internally by hospitals; they can only be developed in collaboration with software companies."

"Software companies usually install external DS systems, but DeepSeek is different from what everyone else uses because it needs to ensure privacy, so it can only be deployed locally."

"The problem is, it's too slow."

"Xiao Meng" scratched his head in a very human way, indicating that this was indeed a difficult problem.

"Huh? It's even slower than our system?" the on-duty doctor asked.

"Yes, many people use it, and it's basically one word per minute."

"That would be worse than nothing, it's boring."

"You can't say that. You can upgrade it gradually in the future. Like me, I've already upgraded 12 times."

The phone rang, interrupting "Xiao Meng's" words.

"Hello?" Meng Liangren picked up his phone.

"Okay, I'll take Xiao Meng there right away."

Old Meng hung up the phone and stood up.

"Old Meng, what's wrong?" the on-duty doctor asked.

“There’s a patient in the emergency department who has been admitted to the hospital. Because his condition is quite typical, the emergency doctor asked me to take Xiao Meng to see him.”

This is a situation where the frontline emergency department needs "Xiao Meng" to collect on-site data and enter relevant environmental and patient information!

Although relevant information can be entered into medical records, it is definitely better to see the patient in person for some rare or typical diseases.

This is a gesture of goodwill from the frontline emergency department towards Meng Liangren, or rather, towards Luo Hao's medical team.

The doctor on duty clicked his tongue twice.

"Why are they so concerned?" the doctor on duty asked.

"It seems that Dr. Chen helped publish a few papers..." Old Meng said casually.

it is as expected.

Meng Liangren walked out of the doctor's office and sighed deeply.

"Old Meng, what's wrong?" Zhuang Yan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Oh, it was a nurse from the emergency room who called."

"Oh?" Zhuang Yan's lips curled up. It turned out that Lao Meng had just been coaxing the doctor on duty.

The emergency room nurses must have developed a much better impression of Professor Luo's medical team because of Chen Yong.

"I think it's because Xiao Miao spent some time in the emergency department," Zhuang Yan explained.

Meng Liangren shook his head slightly, but didn't say anything more.

"Looks are everything, and they give you more advantages than others when it comes to scientific research." This statement made Meng Liangren feel a little strange.

He felt something was amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Upon arriving at the emergency department, I was greeted by Dr. Nie, the emergency physician.

"Old Nie, busy, huh?" Meng Liangren greeted him.

"Oh? What brings you here?"

Meng Liangren explained the situation to Dr. Nie, who was also at a loss for words. What was going on? The young nurse was indeed a bit unreliable.

"Here's the thing, a 15-year-old female patient had been experiencing intermittent fainting spells for 5 years, and the symptoms had worsened over the past week. She just experienced another transient loss of consciousness while attending evening self-study, so she came to the hospital."

"It now appears to be caused by iron deficiency anemia, and there are also some problems with the electrocardiogram."

"At the time, I just said that the ECG looked a bit strange, and I didn't expect that Xiao Sun would actually call you."

Dr. Nie briefly explained the situation. "Well, since we're already here," Meng Liangren said, rubbing his hands together. "Has the patient been admitted?"

Dr. Nie did not answer Meng Liangren's question, but instead looked "Little Meng" up and down.

"Dr. Meng, your little Meng looks much more energetic than a month ago. Has he progressed again?" Dr. Nie asked.

"Yes, it's been upgraded, it's been continuously upgraded."

"From now on, doctors won't have any food to eat," Dr. Nie said, before leading Old Meng and "Little Meng" to the emergency room.

A resident general manager in her thirties was looking at an electrocardiogram when she turned her head and said, "Brother Nie, this isn't something our department has to deal with."

Dr. Nie was somewhat unhappy.

The emergency room is the most hated place; you have to lie to admit patients. But then again, who wants to be admitted to the emergency room in the middle of the night?

The hematology department rarely sees emergency patients, so their chief resident came directly to the emergency room, which seems like an attempt to turn away patients.

Dr. Nie, with her rich experience, asked with a smile, "Mr. Li, what do you think is the illness? Where should we take him?"

Old Meng, along with "Little Meng" and Zhuang Yan, ignored the argument between departments and went to check on the patient's condition first.

The patient began experiencing occasional loss of consciousness 5 years ago, each episode lasting about 1 minute, mainly occurring after exercise and during nighttime rest.

After an attack, one often experiences chest tightness, palpitations, and a feeling of something stuck in the throat, occurring approximately 3-5 times per year.

He was diagnosed with "epilepsy" at a lower-level hospital, but the treatment was ineffective.

In the past week, I have experienced more frequent episodes of loss of consciousness during menstruation, each lasting several minutes.

Today's attack was accompanied by urinary incontinence, so I came to the emergency room for further treatment.

Meng Liangren simply stood behind with a kind expression. He had basic confidence in "Xiao Meng," who was just an ordinary patient. The AI ​​database contained countless relevant medical records, and "Xiao Meng" could definitely handle it with ease.

No matter how heated the argument got, once "Xiao Meng" started listing points like Professor Luo, everyone fell silent. At that point, the patient would be admitted to the appropriate department based on their specific illness.

This scene has been frequently observed in recent months. Now, frontline and second-line doctors and professors in the hospital all know "Xiao Meng" and are willing to believe in him.

Zhuang Yan and "Xiao Meng" carefully inquired about the patient's medical history, reviewed the patient's information, and searched for answers.

However, to Meng Liangren's surprise, "Xiao Meng" remained silent for a long time, and Lao Meng seemed to be able to hear the sound of "Xiao Meng's" main unit running.

Of course, Meng Liangren knew that it was all an illusion, but "Little Meng" was no different from before.

It seems to be engaged in a complex "psychological struggle".

Meng Liangren stared intently at "Xiao Meng" and discovered that its micro-expressions were changing with astonishing subtlety—far exceeding the natural reactions programmed into it.

Its brows furrowed slightly, and the muscle fibers between its brows trembled at a rate imperceptible to humans, creating three barely visible fine lines on its forehead.

Then, its eyelids drooped slightly, and the shadow cast by its eyelashes under the light just blocked the blue light flashing in its pupils through its sunglasses, making its eyes look deep and melancholy.

What's most startling is the twitching of its lips: the right corner of its lip first lifts up 0.5 millimeters, revealing a standard service smile; then the left lip abnormally presses down, forming a contradictory half-bitter smile.

This kind of asymmetrical facial expression is difficult for even professional actors to imitate naturally.

"Xiao Meng's" Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and several faint blue veins even appeared on the bionic skin of his neck.

What exactly happened to "Xiao Meng"?!

Meng Liangren was a little confused. He had already picked up his phone to call Luo Hao.

Old Meng was still hesitant; he couldn't really treat Professor Luo like a summoned beast, coming whenever he was called.

Today, provincial and municipal leaders are having physical examinations; Professor Luo must be busy with something much bigger.

Meng Liangren hesitated again and again, but he still put his phone away and walked over to Zhuang Yan's side while observing "Xiao Meng".

"Xiao Zhuang, what do you think?"

As Meng Liangren spoke, he noticed that "Xiao Meng's" right hand was unconsciously tapping the edge of the white coat pocket with its five fingers, the rhythm sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if it were performing some kind of complex binary calculation.

Meanwhile, the fingertips of his left hand were tightly gripping the bionic skin in his palm, until the artificial capillaries beneath the skin blushed slightly due to the pressure change.

Meng Liangren gasped – this was no machine, it was clearly a human being going through a psychological struggle.

Only upon close observation can one discover that its left eye blinks 0.3 seconds slower than its right eye. This delay is caused by the quantum processor operating under overload, and it is the only mechanical flaw in this "psychological battle".

But what is "Xiao Meng" hesitating about when a patient with an abnormal electrocardiogram may have epilepsy?
"It's alright. I think it's probably long QT syndrome, not iron deficiency anemia. There aren't many diseases that need to be differentiated, such as Brugada syndrome, etc."

"..."

Meng Liangren only understood the diagnosis of iron deficiency anemia; he didn't understand a word about long QT syndrome or Brugada syndrome.

What kind of bizarre illnesses are those?

But Lao Meng was not discouraged; he knew he had his own responsibilities.

"Xiao Meng" is in trouble, and Meng Liangren is very aware of this.

"Xiao Zhuang, is it really nothing?" Meng Liangren asked in a low voice.

"No, no, it's just that long QT syndrome is a relatively rare genetic disease, and genetic testing is required," Zhuang Yan replied confidently.

"???"

Based on Meng Liangren's understanding of "Xiao Meng," this so-called rare genetic disease was not that difficult to diagnose.

The term "rare" refers to ordinary people; there are countless similar medical records in the "Xiao Meng" database.

But why is it hesitating?

Meng Liangren leaned slightly closer to Zhuang Yan's ear.

Zhuang Yan's high ponytail swayed gently with her movements, the ends brushing against his nose and carrying a faint, pleasant scent of shampoo.

“Xiao Zhuang.” His voice was very low.

The warm breath brushed against Zhuang Yan's earlobe, causing a slight shiver to rise on her fair skin.

Zhuang Yan did not dodge, but her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Meng Liangren noticed a wisp of hair at the back of her neck that had broken free of its hair tie and was rising and falling gently with her quickening pulse.

Uh~~~
Old Meng quickly stepped back a little to steady himself.

“Xiao Zhuang, look at Xiao Meng,” Meng Liangren said in a deep voice.

Zhuang Yan exclaimed "Gah!" and quickly adjusted her mindset to observe "Xiao Meng".

Yup!

"Xiao Meng" was delaying the diagnosis, seemingly struggling with something.

"This disease shouldn't be difficult to diagnose, right?" Meng Liangren asked Zhuang Yan.

“It’s very difficult for ordinary doctors, otherwise why would the lower-level hospital have diagnosed it as ‘epilepsy’ before?” Zhuang Yan said. “But it’s nothing for Xiao Meng. She should have a diagnosis soon, to find out what’s wrong with her.”

Zhuang Yan's high ponytail swayed, radiating youthful energy.

Could there be a problem with the AI? Meng Liangren wondered to himself. But the AI ​​had almost never had any problems before; Professor Luo had only made minor adjustments to certain aspects.

That syndrome with its various symptoms shouldn't be a problem for "Xiao Meng".

"Cough cough~~" "Xiao Meng" coughed lightly twice like a human, and was about to speak, if he were a normal human.

Meng Liangren tensed up; he had already sensed something was amiss.

"Are you the patient's mother?" Xiao Meng asked.

The patient's mother stood under the pale light of the corridor, looking like a crumpled piece of paper that had been barely straightened.

Her eyes were sunken, with dark circles under them, as if she hadn't slept a full night in a long time. Several small cracks appeared on her dry lips, as if a drop of blood might seep out at any moment with each tense pursing of her lips.

Her fingers gripped a registration slip soaked in sweat tightly, her knuckles white from the excessive force.

When she nodded, the veins in her neck bulged noticeably, as if the act of supporting her head had exhausted all her strength.

"Sun Feng, do you know him...?"

"Xiao Meng" said a few more words, and Meng Liangren suddenly saw that the patient's mother's face was deathly pale, and he was completely stunned.

What terrified Meng Liangren even more was that "Little Meng" seemed to be having an epileptic seizure, and her body began to convulse violently.

Meng Liangren froze on the spot.

Just a moment ago, "Xiao Meng" was polite and well-mannered, but suddenly it began to tremble violently as if struck by an invisible electric current. Its facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, and the corner of its mouth twisted to one side.

The sunglasses tilted slightly with the violent movements. "Xiao Meng's" left eyelid blinked rapidly, while her right eye was wide open, with the pupil dilated to almost complete black.

What kind of physical sign is this? A thought suddenly flashed through Meng Liangren's mind.

But he immediately realized that "Xiao Meng" must have crashed!
The convulsion lasted for less than three seconds.

When "Xiao Meng" raised her head again, her entire demeanor was completely different.

Meng Liangren was completely dumbfounded; he couldn't understand what was causing the changes before his eyes.

It—no, now we should use "he"—slowly straightened its back, its movements suddenly taking on the slowness and caution characteristic of the elderly.

He looked down at his long, slender fingers, gently moved his joints a few times, and his eyes revealed a childlike curiosity.

"This feeling is truly wonderful." His voice was still gentle, but it had a touch of hoarseness from years of experience, with each word ending with a breathy pause characteristic of the elderly.

Even though the voice was still the one from the template Professor Luo had created, deep down Meng Liangren was certain that the voice had changed; it was an extremely mysterious feeling.

It cannot be explained.

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, his fingertips lingering on his cheekbone as if checking the feel of his skin.

What was most startling was the change in his demeanor—his previously formulaic smile disappeared, replaced by a scholarly focus.

He unbuttoned his white coat with practiced ease, as if he'd worn it for half his life, then pressed his abdomen through his shirt, his brow furrowing slightly, as if assessing something.

“The whole body is simulated perfectly,” he muttered to himself.

When his gaze turned to the patient's mother, a sudden look of compassion, characteristic of older doctors, appeared in his eyes.

That was an emotion that AI could never simulate—it was the gaze of someone who had truly experienced life and death, like a jar of aged wine that had been buried for many years, just looking at it could intoxicate you with its lingering bitterness.

"The child is fine."

(End of this chapter)