White armor

Chapter 762 Swept Away by the Torrent of History
"Old Meng, what have you thought of?" Although Zhuang Yan wasn't very clear about the changes in "Little Meng," she knew Meng Liangren and knew that Old Meng must have discovered something.

So after solving the problem, Zhuang Yan asked when no one was around.

“emmmm…” Meng Liangren hesitated.

Zhuang Yan was taken aback. Old Meng wasn't going to say anything?

She felt a little uncomfortable, but then she thought of the AI ​​robot and the phone call Meng Liangren made to Professor Luo.

"Keep it secret?"

"I'm not sure either, but Xiao Zhuang, you'd better not ask," Meng Liangren said bitterly.

"Alright then." Although Zhuang Yan wasn't very happy, she still agreed.

She gave Lao Meng a deep look. "Lao Meng, remember to tell me when you can."

"Ah."

"I'm such a gossip," Zhuang Yan said. "Do you know what I dislike most about the girls' dormitory habits?"

"???"

Meng Liangren shook her head.

"I dislike girls whispering and chattering in the dorm the most." Zhuang Yan laughed, as if what had just happened had been blown away like a gust of wind.

"..."

"The crickets' chirping was neither too loud nor too soft, just in the area between when I could hear them and when I couldn't, and it made me really itch. So, I rarely stayed in my dorm room; I was usually in the library."

"Is that why you do so well in your studies?" Meng Liangren asked.

"I never expected to encounter a similar situation after starting work," Zhuang Yan said, distressed. "Confidentiality regulations, confidentiality regulations, I really can't do this kind of work. You've seen the client and contractor documents, right?"

Meng Liangren smiled, understanding perfectly.

……

……

A few days later.

After the meeting, Lin Yuming was asked to stay behind by Li Qiubo.

"Dean Yuming, why didn't you mention the application of AI robots in your report at the weekly meeting just now?" Li Qiubo asked.

"Dean Qiubo, it seems the AI ​​robot in the medical affairs office has been upgraded again these past few days." Lin Yuming was also troubled. "Xiao Luohao called me and said not to let the AI ​​robot handle disputes in the next few days."

"Oh?"

"It seems to involve AI robots and their connection to the surrounding network, which raises privacy concerns."

"Oh, I see." Li Qiubo said "Oh" twice, each with a different meaning.

He thought for a moment and shook his head. "I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Why don't those executives from big companies mention this when they sell information? Not to mention executives from big companies, even their children's personal privacy can be compromised."

"What? Is it a case of 'the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are forbidden to light lamps'?"

Lin Yuming knew that Li Qiubo was just complaining and shouldn't be taken seriously. If he took it seriously, he would be in big trouble.

If there really is a problem, for example, if the daughter of a senior executive of a major company wants to open a box abroad, they can suppress it.

What about our own?
A small conch shell should be able to press down, but it's not necessary.

If things don't go well, I'll be the one responsible. Li Qiubo has long since disappeared and won't share the blame with me.

"Regarding this AI project, I think we can take bigger steps and be bolder!"

Dean Li Qiubo picked up his thermos, took a sip, looked around the conference room, and his tone suddenly became earnest.

"Of course, Comrade Yuming, you've been in charge of this project all along, and you're most familiar with the situation, so you'll need to be the one to handle things."

He opened his notebook, tapping the paper twice with his pen: "The Party Committee of the Institute attaches great importance to this project and has given it full support. However, at the implementation level, such as the selection of technical routes and risk control measures, these all need to be overseen by you frontline comrades."

"I agree in principle to expedite the process," Dean Li suddenly raised his voice, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, "but Comrade Yuming, you will bear primary responsibility for the specifics of how to proceed and to what extent. After all, you are the supervisor in charge, aren't you?"

At this point, he suddenly changed the subject: "Of course, if any difficulties arise, the institute will definitely provide full support. However, for daily decisions and specific operations, the opinions of your project team will be the primary consideration. After all, professionals should handle professional matters!"

Dean Li concluded meaningfully, "In short, we must be bold in innovation while proceeding steadily. Comrade Yuming, please take care of finding this balance. Report back promptly on any matters requiring coordination from the institute, but the primary responsibility for daily work must be effectively implemented!"

Lin Yuming lowered her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, her fingers gently stroking the edges of the meeting minutes.

After Dean Li Qiubo finished speaking the last word, he looked up, his eyes filled with unspoken understanding.

“Dean Qiubo, you’re right.” His voice was calm and measured, as if he were reading a prepared speech. “We will definitely follow the institute’s instructions regarding this project, advancing it with both bold innovation and steady progress.”

He opened his notebook, and his pen drew two seemingly random horizontal lines on the paper: "We will finalize the detailed implementation plan as soon as possible, and strictly control every step. Of course, we will promptly consult and report to you on any major decisions."

He paused, his gaze filled with respect and determination—a masterful performance without props—and looked at Li Qiubo, saying in a deep voice, "Don't worry about the responsibility; our project team will definitely shoulder it. However, some tasks will require cross-departmental coordination."

He smiled knowingly, "I'll need your continued support."

Lin Yuming closed his notebook, his movements slow yet decisive: "In short, you point the way, and we'll implement it. We'll report any progress to you as soon as possible."

He deliberately emphasized the words "at the first opportunity," and a subtle atmosphere of tacit understanding immediately filled the conference room.

This old fox!
Li Qiubo felt contempt for his elder brother, but he didn't say anything about his second brother.

The phone rang. Li Qiubo glanced at Lin Yuming and saw that Lin Yuming was about to hang up when his finger suddenly paused.

"Dean Qiubo, from the emergency department."

"Okay, then go ahead and get busy." Li Qiubo packed his things and left the meeting room, noticing Lin Yuming's increasingly hurried tone behind him.

"What! Cardiac myxoma? Holy crap, share this!"

Li Qiubo seemed to realize something, and he stood at the door looking at Lin Yuming.

After Lin Yuming hung up the phone, Li Qiubo asked, "What patient?"

"Dean Qiubo, a high school student suddenly fainted during class and was brought to our mining headquarters. We initially thought it was just vertigo, but a cardiac ultrasound revealed a myxoma."

"!!!"

Li Qiubo didn't understand what cardiac myxoma was, but he knew that very few things grow in the heart, and both benign and malignant heart tumors are rare.

The patient would definitely need to be transferred, but Li Qiubo was thinking about something else.

"Dean Yuming, are you going to the emergency room?"

"Hmm, the patient's condition is so-so. I'll contact them for a referral as soon as possible. At least to the provincial capital, but I'm now inclined to send the patient directly to the capital." Lin Yuming already had a plan.

If your own hospital can't handle a disease, why wait until the New Year to send it away?
Moreover, the cardiac myxoma is blocking the foramen ovale, and given that he is a high school student, what if a problem arises and causes public outcry?

“Let’s go together,” Li Qiubo said. “A while ago, a child was transferred 800 kilometers away, which cost more than 20,000 yuan. Did you know about this?”

“I know, the public hospital doesn’t have an ambulance for transfers, so they found a private ambulance. The ambulance was equipped with ECMO, a ventilator, a monitor, and two capable doctors and nurses.”

Lin Yuming said as he walked.

"How much does it cost to turn ECMO on and off? This is what it looks like when it's not used. I heard there are other doctors involved too. I have to say, the technical capabilities of private hospitals in the south are really strong."

“If there’s money to be made, some people will definitely be willing to go to private hospitals. Suppose our mine manager sends a patient away, and each referral costs a thousand or eight hundred yuan, with a whole group of people following along. Who would be willing to do that? Everyone wants a free lunch, and they get unhappy when it comes to spending money.”

"Well, I guess they had already talked to the patient's family before the transfer, but once the patient was safely transferred to a higher-level hospital, the family started to make their own plans. People these days are really shrewd."

"What about our patients?" Li Qiubo asked.

Lin Yuming paused slightly.

This is indeed a problem, and Li Qiubo's doubts were left unsaid.

"Dean Qiubo, I'll do a medical assessment first, and then I'll report back to you."

The two parted ways at the entrance of the hospital's office building, and Lin Yuming rushed to the emergency department.

Originally, this wasn't his responsibility, but Lin Yuming was enthusiastic, and since this kind of thing had to go through the medical department, which consisted entirely of Lin Yuming's own team, he still wanted to give them a hand.

I really hope nothing goes wrong.

Upon arriving at the emergency department, Lin Yuming first inquired about the situation.

According to the teacher and parents, the patient was no different from other children, and was very lively and active. This fainting spell came very suddenly.

After the person was sent to the emergency department, the cause of the sudden fainting was immediately investigated. Then, an echocardiogram revealed a clue - there was a mass about 5 cm in diameter in the heart, about the size of a child's fist, which almost completely occupied the space of the left atrium!
The mass is located in the atrial cavity, has heterogeneous echoes, no capsule, and is pedunculated and attached to the atrial wall, moving back and forth between the atria and ventricles with the cardiac cycle.

The patient's clinical manifestation was sudden fainting, which was likely caused by the "fist" stuck in the atrium suddenly blocking the mitral valve orifice, resulting in a sudden decrease in cardiac output and transient cerebral ischemia.

We consulted the most experienced chief echocardiologist for an examination, who determined that the cardiac myxoma was blocking the foramen ovale.

The patient may appear to be fine now, but anyone with common sense knows that the patient could die at any moment.

Lin Yuming has mild paranoia. He has already imagined that if the patient takes an ambulance to the provincial capital or the capital, a pothole or even a sudden stop on the way could lead to an accident.

Even without external forces, problems can still arise on one's own.

This is really troublesome, Lin Yuming frowned.

If it weren't for the complaint from the parent of that sick child in the south about the high cost of 120 ambulance services, Li Qiubo wouldn't have gotten involved in this trouble.

Lin Yuming sighed, realizing that a dispute thousands of kilometers away had caused him even more trouble.

The mobile internet era has its pros and cons, but my personal experience has been purely negative.

Having no other option, he went to Director Song's office in the emergency department and made the call directly.

"Little Snail, are you busy?" Lin Yuming asked.

"Just finished, upgraded the AI ​​robot." Luo Hao's words were cheerful, and Lin Yuming's mind calmed down.

Without standing on ceremony with his nephew, Lin Yuming recounted the whole story.

"I see." Luo Hao hesitated for a moment. "Our cardiothoracic surgery department can only perform lobectomy, right?"

Thoracic surgery, also known as cardiothoracic surgery, is further divided into two departments: cardiac surgery and thoracic surgery.

However, due to various historical reasons and the difficulty of the surgery, Donglian Mine has no cardiac surgery department.

Speaking of this, Lin Yuming felt a little regretful.

That was more than a decade ago. There was a young associate chief physician in the cardiac surgery department who was qualified in all aspects. The hospital was willing to train him and sent him to study cardiac surgery in the UK.

After returning, he established a cardiac surgery department. Just as things were getting started, before he could even make a significant impact, the brother of the head of cardiothoracic surgery passed away, and the department went to the provincial capital for the funeral. That day, it was very foggy, and they were in a car accident before exiting the highway.

One director and two deputy directors of the cardiac surgery department died on the spot. Although the head nurse was rescued, she was paralyzed from the waist down.

The entire cardiac surgery department was wiped out.

This was something that couldn't be undone by human intervention, so after that incident, Donglian City lost its cardiac surgery department, as Luo Hao knew.

"Little Snail, do you think the patient can make it all the way to Beijing in the ambulance?"

"No need, I'll go back now," Luo Hao said. "Don't bother the patient; cardiac myxoma is no small matter."

"!!!" Lin Yuming was slightly taken aback. "This has nothing to do with you."

“Uncle, it’s really nothing. Cardiac myxoma is a serious disease at Donglian Mine General Hospital, but it’s nothing serious under Director Gu’s care at 912.”

"What? You want to find Director Gu's throwing knife?"

Lin Yuming was speechless. How could Little Snail describe Director Gu as if he were her own pet dog, someone who would come running over as soon as she whistled?

When Wen Youren filed a formal complaint, Director Gu flew over to support Xiaoluohao and put pressure on him.

Now it's just a regular patient...

"No scalpel transfer, remote surgery. Uncle, find some intensive care specialists to take good care of her. By the way, Xiao Meng, change clothes and go straight to the ICU. If you're unsure, just listen to Xiao Meng."

"Another thing is to communicate with the patient's family about related matters, such as remote surgery, which is performed personally by Director Gu of 912."

"Also..."

Luo Hao began to give instructions, down to the smallest detail. Unconsciously, Lin Yuming picked up a pen and wrote down everything Luo Hao said in his notebook.

When Lin Yuming hung up the phone, he looked at the countless tasks his nephew had arranged for him, and his head was spinning.

Emergency Department Director Song was completely dumbfounded. After Lin Yuming hung up the phone, he asked in a low voice, "Dean Lin, is this a cardiac myxoma?"

"I know," Lin Yuming said irritably.

It was as if all the responsibility fell on Director Song of the Emergency Department, and that he was the one who caused all the trouble.

"Not send them away? I was just thinking, if the city agrees, we can send an ambulance..."

“The city won’t agree. There are only a few 120 ambulances. If we can’t respond to an emergency, the patient’s family won’t be understanding or sympathetic. Nobody is willing to take that responsibility.”

"Then...wouldn't the risks be greater if we performed the surgery here?"

Lin Yuming glanced at him. With Director Gu Huaiming of 912 taking charge, and Donglian Mine being in charge of 912, there would be no harm to Donglian Mine if this matter were brought up.

Lin Yuming thought to himself, "It's just that my nephew is so loyal and doesn't mind the trouble at all. No one else would do the same."

He didn't want to talk to Director Song.

These young directors all came up before and after the pandemic. Strangely enough, they all have one thing in common—they can't solve complex problems.

Lin Yuming turned and left, starting to make various contacts.

Fortunately, the medical staff were all former subordinates, so Lin Yuming trusted them with their work. As long as he grasped the general direction, he could manage.

After giving his instructions, Lin Yuming hurriedly went to Li Qiubo's office to report on the progress of the matter.

"What? Little Snail is going to come back in person and then perform remote surgery?" Li Qiubo was taken aback for a moment.

Lin Yuming sensed something was wrong; Li Qiubo was taking this matter far too seriously.

The medical system is fundamentally different from other systems.

The president of the largest tertiary hospital in the prefecture-level city is a division-level cadre, which is considered a full division-level cadre with real power. In terms of influence, he should be ranked in the first tier among all division-level cadres.

But there's no room for further advancement; it ends here.

Therefore, everyone seeks stability; as long as they don't make mistakes, they can simply drift along until retirement.

Even if you don't seek personal gain, some benefits will always come knocking on your door. For example, the four major banks are all eyeing the salary cards of the hospital's thousands of employees.

Every time the hospital director changes, the bank where the salary card is opened also changes.

Just as Lin Yuming was pondering this, Li Qiubo stood up and said, "Come on, you take the AI ​​robot, and we'll go to the ICU together to keep an eye on things."

"Huh?!" Lin Yuming was stunned.

“I’ll contact the city government,” Li Qiubo said without room for argument.

Gah!
Lin Yuming was dumbfounded. What did contacting the city government mean?!

"The TV station and newspapers will be following us the whole time, Comrade Yuming, you must give it your all," Li Qiubo said.

His words struck Lin Yuming like a thunderbolt.

You have to give it your all for everything!

Good heavens! This is a cardiac myxoma, even Donglian can't do it! The risk for this kind of patient is extremely high, very high, and there's a high probability that they'll die on the operating table.

Lin Yuming suddenly remembered the detail that Li Qiubo had waited for him for a while. Could it be that he had deliberately used some effort and thought to make him go to find the little snail?

Has he fallen into a trap?
"Dean Qiubo..."

"Hey, didn't the leaders of the mining area have a physical examination in the provincial capital a few days ago and they were particularly interested in unmanned hospitals? Although the mining area doesn't have much money left, they still talked to me. I think they meant that the mining area could still afford to buy a set of equipment."

"!!!"

Equipment worth tens of millions, at least tens of millions!

No, it involves MRI, CT, and other complete equipment; it would cost at least two or three hundred million.

When did the leaders of the mining area start paying so much attention to the medical industry?

It was understandable when transportation was inconvenient in the past, since some acute illnesses simply couldn't make it to the capital or even the provincial capital.

But now?
“Comrade Yuming, you’re being too dogmatic,” Li Qiubo criticized. “Let me ask you, what’s the biggest headache in the mining area?”

"A mining accident," Lin Yuming answered instinctively.

However, as soon as he said those words, he immediately realized the problem.

If AI robots can solve relatively complex problems, or solve problems under the guidance of a team leader, even if a mining accident occurs, the number of deaths will be reduced.

In this case……

No wonder the leaders of the mining area are taking it so seriously. A while ago, something big happened in another province, and everyone from top to bottom was dismissed. It was really terrible.

It should be something like "the rabbit mourns the fox's death."

Just then, Xiaoluohao organized a physical examination, and the leaders of the mining area probably got excited after seeing the performance of the AI ​​robot.

Unlike other cities, the leaders in Donglian, a mining area, carry considerable weight in their words.

After all, it's a city built around a mining area, so whoever has the money calls the shots.

“Tell Luo Hao that if possible, the project to send AI robots down into the mine can take a big step forward.”

"I can't guarantee anything else, but if an unmanned hospital is to be built in Donglian Mine, I'll beg for it even if I have to beg for food."

!!!

Lin Yuming never expected to be able to leverage this opportunity. But could Xiao Luohao really handle a patient with a cardiac myxoma who could die suddenly at any time?

Don't even think about showing your face; you'll end up showing your ass to everyone.

Li Qiubo made several phone calls in a row, working for 20 minutes before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Yuming, when will Professor Luo arrive?"

His way of addressing Lin Yuming kept changing, much like Li Qiubo's feelings.

"We're already on the highway."

"That's good." Li Qiubo smiled, his wrinkles spreading wide with laughter. "How can you have no confidence in your own nephew at all?"

"That's a cardiac myxoma. We've seen remote surgeries before, but this is a major operation, and we still have to go in..."

Lin Yuming suddenly remembered something—this surgery requires cardiopulmonary bypass!

He was only halfway through his sentence when he immediately called Luo Hao.

"Little Conch Shell, the overall external circulation technology level of our mine..."

"Uncle, I remember there's a machine. As long as we have the equipment, don't worry about anything else."

"You do it yourself?" How could Lin Yuming not worry about it?

"No, I brought an AI robot with me. Please wait a moment, I'll be there in a little over two hours," Luo Hao said. "Uncle, I'm driving, so I won't chat with you anymore. Just get the patient's signatures and everything ready, and prepare all the equipment we have."

“I remember the extracorporeal circulation machine was always being maintained, and you said back then that you didn’t know when you would need it.”

"..."

"It's hung up."

"dududu~~~"

Li Qiubo laughed heartily, "Yuming, look at Professor Luo, he has the air of a great general."

General my foot!

Lin Yuming was filled with anxiety, fearing that Luo Hao might have neglected something and caused a major problem.

But he was being pushed along, and by this point he couldn't stop. Even if he tried to stop, he would probably be crushed to pieces by the immense force behind him.

Soon, people from the city and mining area's publicity departments arrived.

They also brought out their most prized possessions—long lenses and short lenses—as if a big star was coming.

With all the preliminary preparations complete, Lin Yuming and Li Qiubo stood together. Li Qiubo looked at the people from the publicity department and laughed, "Working at the TV station is difficult these days too."

"Really? I don't know much about it."

“Look, that one.” Li Qiubo said, looking at a very young, hot female host in the crowd, “Back then, a coal mine owner drove a Porsche 911 to her dormitory, with cash all over the trunk, and wanted to be with her. Guess what happened?”

(End of this chapter)