White armor

Chapter 763 A Field Hospital Set Up in One Hour
"Dean Qiubo, my mind is in turmoil, so please stop keeping me in suspense," Lin Yuming said with a mournful face.

"Hey, there's no need," Li Qiubo said calmly. "You're just letting your concern cloud your judgment."

"Look, that woman, she's 40 this year, can you tell?"

Lin Yuming shook his head. He had no interest in beautiful women or hot figures.

"Later, she followed a leader in the mining area and lived a comfortable life. But in recent years, the TV station has also declined. I saw her doing a live broadcast online a while ago."

"Live streaming? They're live streaming too?"

"The swallows that once graced the halls of the Wang and Xie families now fly into the homes of ordinary people."

"..."

Is this considered driving? Lin Yuming didn't understand.

"I must say, she has a really good figure. She's 40, but you can't tell at all," Li Qiubo said. "But that's not what I want to talk about. When she was abandoned by the times, people didn't even say goodbye."

"What did they say at the beginning of the pandemic? A grain of sand in the era can become a mountain on an individual's head. A bunch of idiots, when the mountain actually falls, nobody even knows it."

Li Qiubo, unusually, uttered a curse.

“I’m retiring soon, and I just want to leave a mark on our institute’s history,” Li Qiubo said casually. “Besides, by elevating this matter to a certain level, you’ll have a natural advantage.”

"!!!"

“Yuming, the older you get, the more afraid you are of dying. I’m thinking about how to live a few more years after I retire,” Li Qiubo said. “I heard that Peking Union Medical College Hospital is doing telomere experiments, and one treatment can make you five years younger.”

"Uh……"

“Phase III clinical trials cost several million yuan each time, I don’t have the money.” Li Qiubo laughed heartily, “I’m just taking advantage of this opportunity to flatter your nephew.”

At the Donglian Mine General Square, spotlights poured down like a torrential downpour, illuminating the central red carpet area as bright as day.

The well-known host, whom Li Qiubo mentioned, stood in front of the camera, wearing a well-tailored royal blue suit. The diamond wheat ear brooch on his collar reflected a dazzling light under the strong light.

Twelve cameras were pointed at her from different angles, their dark lenses resembling gun barrels ready to devour their prey at any moment.

Behind her, three drones hovered in mid-air, the hum of their propellers mingling with the on-site director's urgent countdown: "Five, four, three."

The female host took a deep breath, feeling that the stray hairs on the back of her neck were already soaked with cold sweat.

She flashed a professional smile, an expression she had practiced thousands of times in front of the mirror—the corners of her mouth turned up at a 27-degree angle, and fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes to show sincerity.

"Dear viewers..." Her voice was clear, but the knuckles of her fingers holding the cue cards had turned white.

Everything was rushed, but her years of experience made her perform very professionally.

“The times aren’t playing with them anymore,” Li Qiubo laughed. “Sooner or later they won’t play with us either, but it’s still early.”

"Yuming, have faith in Professor Luo."

"Hmm," Lin Yuming replied in a muffled voice.

Li Qiubo wanted to pat Lin Yuming on the shoulder to show affection, but just as his hand was raised halfway up the air, his five fingers slightly spread, about to land on Lin Yuming's shoulder, he was suddenly interrupted by a piercing engine roar.

His arm froze in mid-air, as if a pause button had been pressed.

At the hospital entrance, a familiar Peugeot 307 and three vans lined up, rolling over the police line at the edge of the red carpet, their tires screeching against the ground.

The moment the first car door opened, Li Qiubo pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted—he recognized the special license plate number, "Jiang G·02531" in black letters on a white background, which stung his eyes in the sunlight.

"How could it be so fast!" Li Qiubo turned and ran.

Lin Yuming knew that Li Qiubo suffered from rheumatism, gout, arthritis, and bone spurs.

But now Li Qiubo runs as fast as a rabbit, as if time has turned back 20 years.

Little Snail Ship is too fast! They didn't even tell me. How come there's a box of cargo? What equipment did they bring with them?
Countless questions arose in Lin Yuming's mind.

As soon as Lin Yuming stepped out of the building, the sight before him made him freeze in place—twelve humanoid AI robots were working together with astonishing efficiency, their movements as precise as a ballet choreographed using quantum computing.

These AI robots are robots in the purest sense; they don't have that outer shell, but they exude a powerful aura.

A robot is lifting a component of a medical device that weighs half a ton with one hand, while gently pinching a thin data panel with the other. Its metal fingers move through the intricate circuitry without touching even the finest ribbon cable.

Luo Hao stood in front of the door giving instructions, but in reality, he was just observing coldly.

Lin Yuming suspected that Luo Hao could control things through his mind. Whenever Xiao Luohao had a thought, new instructions would be transmitted to the AI ​​robot work group via millimeter waves.

A robot suddenly leaped off a three- or four-meter-high container, its hydraulic joints perfectly cushioning the impact upon landing, and the liquid nitrogen tank in its arms didn't even cause a ripple.

The most startling thing was a bizarre robot—its six mechanical arms extended simultaneously, assembling parts of different specifications in sync like a precision lathe, leaving afterimages as its wrist joints rotated.

Lin Yuming's temples throbbed as he watched a robot use a laser cutter to modify the dimensions of a container on the spot. Amidst the flying sparks, another robot had already finished categorizing and stacking the entire box of reagents and equipment.

All movements are performed in absolute silence, with only the servo motors humming like a swarm of bees.

It took Lin Yuming a long time to notice that the logo of the Provincial Health Commission was printed on the chests of these robots.

Is this backed by the Provincial Health Commission?!
Then Lin Yuming saw a familiar face—Xiao Zhenhua.

Director of the National Health Commission.

Why did he come along too? Lin Yuming stared blankly at everything, completely bewildered.

It seems that the whole world knows the significance of this matter, from the director of the Provincial Health Commission to Li Qiubo, the general manager of Donglian Mine, but only his own uncle doesn't know.

Lin Yuming is still worried about it.

After Luo Hao finished communicating with the director of the medical affairs department, and watched the newly appointed director of the medical affairs department bring the AI ​​robot into the hospital to prepare for the installation and debugging of the equipment, he found Lin Yuming and ran straight over.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Luo Hao asked with a smile, his face showing no sign of fatigue or worry.

"What...what kind of equipment is that?" Lin Yuming asked.

Luo Hao listed a whole bunch of machine models and their functions, but Lin Yuming didn't listen to a word he said.

"This is a portable model, and it's the first time we've used it," Luo Hao said. "The equipment is being updated so quickly, so a portable, detachable model is the first step to overcome the initial difficulties."

"Uncle, this is quite a big fuss, isn't it? Are the mine leaders trying out AI robots going down into the mine?"

Lin Yuming remained silent, but Xiao Luohao was much more perceptive, able to see the big picture from a single leaf.

Seeing such a grand display, one can guess what it means. On the contrary, it is he, an old hand, who can only be swept along by the tide of the times and has no control over his own destiny.

But what does that matter?

Little Snail is my own nephew, my own flesh and blood!
“Professor Luo,” Li Qiubo said with a smile, extending his hand.

"Dean Qiubo." Luo Hao shook hands with Li Qiubo, and Li Qiubo felt a surge of emotion.

Luo Hao had only been away from Donglian Mine for a year and a half, and he had returned several times in between, each time displaying an even stronger aura.

If you were spending every day with Luo Hao, you might not be able to perceive it, but you can clearly sense it.

The fact that Luo Hao didn't speak to him first, but instead communicated with Lin Yuming, is enough for Li Qiubo to ponder for half a year.

"Dean Qiubo, thank you for your support," Luo Hao began with polite words.

"Huh."

"Dean Qiubo, first of all, on behalf of the project team, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude for your visionary strategic foresight and your decisive and efficient work style."

Luo Hao bowed slightly, his voice loud and sincere, "It is precisely under your guidance of the spirit of 'daring to be the first and being courageous in innovation' that we have been able to break through the shackles of traditional medicine and achieve a leapfrog development in AI medical technology."

His hand was still holding Li Qiubo's hand, moving slightly: "I especially want to thank you for overcoming all objections at the hospital's joint party and government meeting and opening a green channel for our project."

The "four guarantees" principle you proposed—guaranteeing safety, guaranteeing quality, guaranteeing efficiency, and guaranteeing innovation—has become the fundamental guideline for our technological breakthroughs.

"..."

Li Qiubo's nose tingled, and she almost cried.

When a nephew sees his uncle, the warmth and affection are genuine. But Luo Hao speaks only official, bureaucratic language to him.

Li Qiubo could say the same things, but he saw it in Luo Hao, who was not yet thirty years old: this young man had a limitless future.

Not only can he do scientific research, but he can also bring scientific research to fruition. He can even speak so fluently and confidently, as if it were the truth.

Luo Hao's gaze swept over everyone present, finally settling solemnly on Li Qiubo: "During the project's progress, you personally coordinated key aspects such as equipment procurement and site renovation on numerous occasions. This spirit of selfless dedication has deeply moved all of us researchers."

He raised his voice slightly: "Just as you often taught us, 'Innovation knows no bounds, development seizes every minute.' The project's current progress is primarily due to the strong leadership of the institute's Party Committee and your strategic top-level design."

At this point, Luo Hao paused at just the right moment, casting a respectful glance at Li Qiubo.

The side panel of the cargo box behind him was just waiting to change mode, turn on the indicator lights at the right time, and project the holographic message "Thank you for your care, leaders" onto the wall.

I am!

This was something Li Qiubo hadn't expected.

Could it be that Luo Hao, that bastard, is deliberately trying to annoy me?
That's a bit too much flattery.

However, this scene was recorded truthfully by reporters from newspapers and television stations, especially the host, whose face flushed slightly, as if he had caught something important.

"Dean Qiubo, shall we take a look at the patient first?" Luo Hao suggested.

"Let's go, let's go." Li Qiubo didn't let go of Luo Hao's hand, and they walked into the hospital hand in hand like conjoined twins.

As the head of the ICU reported on the patients' conditions, Luo Hao became serious and listened attentively.

But Li Qiubo felt this focused dedication was more like an act. Because of Lin Yuming's presence, Donglian Mine had long been connected to the AI ​​field, and Luo Hao should have known about all the medical records and examination reports long ago.

But at this moment, he still looked serious, like Professor Flying Knife who was learning about the situation for the first time.

Sigh, that bastard Luo Hao has grown up so fast.

I remember when he first left Donglian Mine, he was still a bit green and inexperienced. In just a year and a half, he even became a convincing actor.

Li Qiubo forced himself to stay alert and act alongside Luo Hao, lest he be overshadowed and feel suffocated by Luo Hao.

If surgery can't be performed and acting is also out of the question, then Li Qiubo, as the hospital director, will definitely receive much less of his share of the profits in the future, something he is well aware of.

After seeing the patient, Luo Hao personally communicated with the patient's family, especially with Director Gu Huaiming from 912, whom Luo Hao practically recited from memory.

The top experts from the country's top tertiary hospitals performed the surgery themselves, and even though it was a remote surgery, it was enough to make the patient's family extremely grateful.

After finishing everything, more than an hour had passed.

The patient was taken to the operating room for emergency surgery, and Li Qiubo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Yong walked in while I was changing clothes.

He was still wearing two masks, no different from before he left, Li Qiubo thought to himself.

"Everything's ready, anytime," Chen Yong reported simply.

“Sure.” Luo Hao smiled. “Dean Qiubo, thanks to your previous support, our mine has remote surgery equipment. I can just bring three trucks.”

"..." Li Qiubo was stunned and didn't know what to say.

Judging from Luo Hao's words, it seemed that the three trucks were not carrying enough goods.

"Please." Luo Hao took the initiative, smiling as he invited Li Qiubo inside.

Upon entering the corridor, the media personnel had already changed into protective suits and were eager to get started.

"Friends in the media, because the surgery involves personal privacy, we can only take pictures of the corridor of the operating room, and no more."

"This is unacceptable!" a reporter from the newspaper exclaimed, slamming his camera forward so hard it nearly hit a staff member. "The public has the right to know!"

"Exactly!" A female reporter, clattering forward in high heels, almost poked the spokesperson's face with her recording pen. "We came all this way just to film a corridor? Are you kidding me!"

The scene exploded instantly.

The cameras of more than a dozen media outlets simultaneously turned on their glaring fill lights, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

"The National Health Commission has clearly stipulated that major medical innovations must be made public throughout the entire process!" A person said, shaking a sheet of paper that rustled loudly.

However, Luo Hao ignored them completely. A kind-faced young man stood at the door and opened the door to the operating room.

In an instant, not only the media personnel were speechless, but even Li Qiubo fell silent.

The automatic doors to the operating room corridor slid open silently, and when the scene inside appeared before everyone's eyes, all the noise instantly ceased.

The silver-gray corridor is lined with light blue guide lights, the light flowing like water and projecting translucent arrow marks onto the floor.

Three streamlined medical robots are moving smoothly, their bodies gleaming with a matte pearl white finish, and their joints faintly emitting a faint blue energy glow.

A holographic projection screen hangs from the ceiling, displaying 3D images of various vital signs in the operating room in real time.

Whenever a robot passes by, the projection automatically diverts and avoids it, as if the data stream is being parted and then closed by an invisible hand.

At the end of the corridor, in the disinfection area, a humanoid AI is raising its arms to receive an ultraviolet scan. Its titanium alloy frame has a cold texture under the blue light, while the National Health Commission certification logo on the chest plate reminds you that this is not a science fiction scene.

The most shocking thing was the floor; the floorboards had been replaced with brand new ones at some point.

The self-cleaning floor made of nanomaterials ripples with light as the robot moves, and each step it takes illuminates a ring of fluorescent light, as if walking on a galaxy.

While everyone was still in a daze, a synthesized mechanical voice suddenly came from the depths of the corridor: "The sterile passage is about to be closed. Unauthorized personnel are requested to retreat behind the yellow line."

The voice wasn't loud, but it made even the noisiest reporters instinctively take a half step back.

Is this some kind of surgery or a sci-fi movie?!

Even science fiction movie enthusiasts have never seen such a scene on the big screen.

The media fell into an eerie silence, as if a giant hand had grabbed their throats.

A newspaper cameraman was the first to react, and the camera jerked violently, the image shaking wildly—he forgot he was carrying equipment weighing over ten kilograms and was only focused on staring wide-eyed into the depths of the corridor.

The female reporter's recording pen fell to the ground with a "thud," but she was completely unaware, her lips slightly parted and her eyes wide open.

"This...this is our Donglian hospital?" Ying Nan muttered to himself, the official document in his hand slipped to the ground and the papers scattered, but he didn't even bother to bend down and pick them up.

The 40-year-old female host had the highest professional competence, but at this moment her voice was also stuck in her throat, and all that could be seen on the live broadcast was her half-open mouth and slightly twitching eyebrows.

The director frantically urged her to speak through her earpiece, but her brain was clearly still processing the images before her. Her lips moved, but she managed to squeeze out only, "Viewers... what you are seeing now..."

Veteran photographer Lao Liu—who has been in the industry for thirty years and has photographed countless grand scenes—was like a novice touching a camera for the first time, his hands shaking so badly that even the image stabilization gimbal couldn't save him.

He stared at the image in the viewfinder, then suddenly took off his glasses, wiped them vigorously, and put them back on, as if he doubted his eyes.

Dean Li Qiubo's expression was the most intriguing—his official smile remained stiff, but his eyes twitched uncontrollably, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched from time to time, as if he had Alzheimer's disease.

This is too shocking.

Luo Hao, on the other hand, set up an unmanned hospital in just one hour!
Lin Yuming was stunned; he knew what Little Snail was up to.

This scene suggests that a field hospital can be set up much faster if needed.

The arrival of the small conch shell with the vehicle was merely an emergency drill.

The data from this exercise will be retained, stored in a database, and used for cross-referencing with future data.

"Excuse me, everyone." "Xiao Meng" gently stopped the door.

With the airtight door closed, no one said anything like inviting us over.

What does that fleeting glimpse mean? Anyone who has received nine years of compulsory education understands.

This is too awesome!
Li Qiubo followed Luo Hao into the "simple" modified operating room.

Stepping on the self-cleaning floor made of nanomaterials, ripples spread out under your feet, like lotus flowers blooming beneath your feet.

"Xiao Luo, what's this?" Li Qiubo asked murmured.

"The self-cleaning floor made of nanomaterials is suitable for laminar flow operating rooms. But since it's used in the general public, we added some special effects," Luo Hao explained. "Explaining how advanced the technology is to patients isn't very useful; the best approach is to let them see it for themselves."

Was Luo Hao mocking himself? Li Qiubo thought subconsciously.

But then he changed his mind and rejected the idea.

Why would someone need to use yin and yang to describe themselves? Isn't this just like the description in Journey to the West? No matter how much Sun Wukong tells mortals how awesome he is, it's useless. He just needs to manifest himself in front of someone, and mortals have to kneel down.

It wasn't until this moment that Li Qiubo understood the meaning of certain scenes in "Journey to the West".

"The patient has completed general anesthesia and is currently undergoing extracorporeal circulation," Luo Hao explained.

"Huh?" Li Qiubo was with Luo Hao the whole time, but Luo Hao seemed to be omniscient and omnipotent, controlling everything in the operating room.

This?
The airtight lead door opened without making a sound.

Li Qiubo stood frozen in place, as if he had been encased in cement, staring blankly at the scene unfolding in the operating room.

In view, two medical AI robots are establishing extracorporeal circulation with a precision that surpasses human limits.

The AI ​​robot, which was performing the surgery, stood on the patient's right side. Its mechanical fingers deftly separated the aorta and the right atrium, moving as gently as if it were disassembling a work of art.

When the wrist holding the arterial cannula rotates 15 degrees, the tip of the cannula slides into the blood vessel at a perfect angle, without any unnecessary movement.

"Extracorporeal circulation ready."

The AI ​​robot emits a steady electronic tone while connecting the intubation tube to the circulation tubing.

Its optical lens constantly adjusts the focus, and its 2000-megapixel imaging system can clearly capture the slightest tremors in the blood vessel walls.

A nearby AI-assisted robot is controlling the extracorporeal circulation machine. Its four fingers are connected to different sensors, which monitor 18 parameters in real time, including blood flow rate, temperature, and oxygenation efficiency.

When it detected a fluctuation of 0.3 mmHg in venous return pressure, it immediately fine-tuned the negative pressure suction device, and the whole process took no more than 0.5 seconds.

What's most amazing is their coordination—when the AI ​​robot performing the surgery completes the aortic cannulation, Medic B happens to hand over the pre-filled circulation tubing; when Medic B adjusts the pump speed, Medic A has already prepared the vascular clamps in advance.

This level of understanding surpasses what human teams can achieve over decades of collaboration.

"Initiate the transfer." Following the instructions of the AI ​​robot, bright red blood flowed smoothly through the transparent tubes.

The circulatory parameters are projected in real time onto the chest plate of the AI-assisted robot, and all indicators are stable within the optimal range.

Once the cardiac arrest fluid infusion is complete, both mechanical heads simultaneously turn towards the monitor to confirm that the electrocardiogram has reached a perfectly flat line.

Throughout the entire process, their white shells remained spotless, with only the blue breathing lights on their chests flashing regularly. Through the sterile suits, they appeared as quiet as if they were performing a sacred ritual.

In a corner of the operating room, several doctors from Donglian Mining Group unconsciously held their breath, forgetting to put down the instruments in their hands.

There's an AI robot watching over the extracorporeal circulation machine. Donglian Mine rarely uses this machine, but the AI ​​robot has brought the long-dusted equipment back to life.

"It's all AI, will it work?" Li Qiubo asked in a trembling voice.

(End of this chapter)