White armor

Chapter 764 Is this surgery difficult? I could do it too!
"How could that be?" Luo Hao laughed. "The remote surgery has already begun, and Director Gu is overseeing it."

It wasn't until Luo Hao pointed it out to Li Qiubo that he saw a pair of robotic arms connected to a wireless signal. On the other side of the machine was Director Gu Huaiming, who was 1240 kilometers away.

Is this how it begins?

Li Qiubo was somewhat dazed. Wasn't there some kind of ceremony required?

In his view, for such a groundbreaking operation for Donglian Mine, at least one of the hospital director and Secretary Sun should be present to say a few words before it begins.

But unexpectedly, it just started like this.

It's so simple, it's like playing a joke.

"Is everything alright?" Li Qiubo asked in a low voice.

"Let's see about the surgery." Luo Hao smiled slightly and gently placed his hand on Li Qiubo's back.

Luo Hao patted Li Qiubo's back steadily with his palm. The warmth came through the skin, like holding a freshly brewed cup of hot tea on a winter's day, the warmth spreading from his fingertips to his heart.

"Dean Qiubo, don't worry." Luo Hao's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable certainty.

The temperature of his palm was unusually constant, neither too hot nor too cold, yet it radiated a reassuring warmth, as if it contained a carefully calibrated temperature-controlled chip.

Li Qiubo unconsciously loosened his clenched fist—he didn't even realize he had been holding it tightly.

Luo Hao's warm hands seemed to have a magical power, relaxing the tense muscles in the back of his neck.

The heat was not like the feverish heat of a patient with a fever, but a kind of warmth full of vitality, reminiscent of a cotton quilt thoroughly dried in the sun, or what traditional Chinese medicine practitioners call "abundant yang energy".

When Luo Hao gently patted the back of his hand, the movement carried the strength unique to young people, yet retained just the right amount of restraint.

Every beat seemed to say: The sky won't fall, I'll hold it up.

"Hmm." Li Qiubo nodded, and seeing that the robotic arm had already started moving, he focused on watching the surgery.

The operating room was filled with the smell of sterile disinfectant, and the operating lights illuminated the surgical field as if it were daytime.

The AI ​​robot performing the surgery wore a light blue sterile mask and gloves, its robotic arm hovering slightly, and its optical lens constantly adjusting its focus.

"Let's begin." Director Gu Huaiming's voice came through the 5G signal, carrying his characteristic composure.

The AI ​​robot, which was originally in charge of the surgery, took a half step to the side, transforming from the main surgeon into the assistant without the slightest hesitation.

Director Gu gently lifted the pericardium with the mechanical fingers he controlled, and the scissors cut along the aorta, revealing the beating heart.

Under the operating light, an irregular bulge can be faintly seen on the right atrial wall, trembling slightly with each heartbeat.

Uh~~~
Li Qiubo was stunned.

That's Director Gu Huaiming, who is more than 1200 kilometers away and works at the 912 Hospital in Beijing!

If you didn't know, imagining the robotic arm as two hands wouldn't be wrong. Distance seemed to nonexistent; Gu Huaiming was standing in the operating room performing surgery.

"Prepare for cold irrigation." Following Director Gu's instruction, the AI ​​robot took over the stop-jump fluid infusion tube.

As the cool liquid was injected into the coronary artery, the beating heart gradually quieted down, eventually becoming a still muscle. The electrocardiogram on the monitor showed a straight green line.

“Little conch shell, look closely.” Director Gu’s voice carried a strange tone, as if he were giving Luo Hao a demonstration lesson. “I know you are good at cardiac surgery, but have you never handled cardiac myxoma surgery before?”

"Director Gu, when you were in Australia, you worked on four machines a day with an assistant, and you were so sick of it by the end," Luo Hao said with a smile. "I heard the boss mention it."

"Those were really tough times." Gu Huaiming's tone was relaxed and casual, as if he were facing a simple, routine surgery rather than a highly complex surgical procedure.

"Then I'll start."

Uh... it hasn't even started yet? Li Qiubo genuinely couldn't understand the mindset of a top-tier sorcerer.

In his view, the extracorporeal circulation step was already fraught with danger.

Inside the operating room, the air seemed to freeze because of Gu Huaiming's words.

Gu Huaiming was in the control cabin of 912 in the capital, his fingers gently resting on the force feedback glove, feeling every touch coming from thousands of kilometers away.

“Right atrial incision,” he said in a low voice, his words clearly transmitted through the 5G network into the operating room.

At the tip of the robotic arm, the miniature pair of scissors slowly opened.

The blade gleamed coldly under the operating lights, so thin it was almost transparent.

When the scissors touched the soft atrial wall, Gu Huaiming's fingers trembled slightly—through the force feedback system, he could clearly feel the elasticity and temperature of the heart tissue, as real as touching it with his own hands.

The thing Little Snail made is really good. This isn't Gu Huaiming's first time performing remote surgery, but the remote surgery equipment Luo Hao has is the best he's ever used.

Even more! Luo Hao still had extra power to simulate "touch".

"It's no different from standing on the operating table and performing surgery," Gu Huaiming thought to himself.

"Position 3, magnify 40 times," Gu Huaiming commanded softly.

The optical lens on the robotic arm immediately adjusted, and the surgical field of view suddenly magnified on the monitor. He saw the tiny blood vessels on the atrial wall branching out like tree branches, rising and falling slightly with each beat of the extracorporeal circulation pump.

Gu Huaiming gently pressed the tip of the scissors against the intended incision position and held his breath.

He gently brought his index finger and thumb together, and the mechanical scissors slowly closed. The sharp blade sliced ​​through the heart wall as smoothly as cutting through butter, revealing the pearly tumor beneath.

"Beautiful," Luo Hao murmured in admiration, generous with his praise.

Gu Huaiming's incision was precisely placed 2mm from the edge of the tumor, which neither damaged the tumor nor hindered subsequent operations.

Just as a drop of blood was about to seep out, it was instantly sucked away by the miniature suction device built into the robotic arm.

Gu Huaiming did not stop; his wrist rotated with an almost imperceptible amplitude, and the scissors continued to advance along the predetermined path.

He would pause for 0.5 seconds after advancing 1cm, allowing an AI robot to gently pull open the cut edge with a miniature hook.

The two robotic arms worked together seamlessly, just like Gu Huaiming had four hands at the same time.

When the scissors reached the critical position—near the atrial septum—Gu Huaiming's movements became even more cautious.

His fingers hovered almost above the control glove, guiding the mechanical scissors with only the slightest movement of his fingertips. Here, even a deviation of 0.1 millimeters could damage the transmission bundle.

“Prepare for electrocoagulation,” he said softly.

The scissors tip precisely avoided a tiny, bleeding blood vessel, while at the same time, the robotic finger of an AI assistant handed over a miniature electrocautery pen.

With a soft "sizzle," the blood vessel was perfectly sealed off, without a single extra burn.

The final 3cm incision is the most technically demanding part.

The tumor was tightly adhered to the atrial septum, forcing Gu Huaiming to change the angle of the scissors.

His left hand tapped the control panel, and the robotic arm instantly adjusted to an almost impossible angle for a human wrist. The scissor tip advanced cautiously at a 45-degree angle, as carefully as a bomb disposal expert cutting a fuse.

When the last adhesion point was separated and the incision was perfectly closed into a standard oval shape, Gu Huaiming finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Through the display screen, he could clearly see the exposed myxoma—the pearl-like tumor gleamed eerily under the light, and the dense network of blood vessels on its surface pulsated slightly as if it were alive.

"It's more complicated than what we see in the videos," Director Gu said softly.

The mechanical fingers carefully probed the base of the tumor, their movements as gentle as unraveling a delicate bow.

The robotic arm of the AI ​​robot suddenly hovered in mid-air, and the optical lens rapidly adjusted its focus, magnifying the fine structure at the root of the tumor hundreds of times and projecting it onto the holographic screen.

Gu Huaiming unconsciously held his breath inside BJ's control cockpit, observing carefully.

Little Conch Shell is indeed a sorcerer; the things a sorcerer creates are completely different from those created by ordinary engineers.

Putting everything else aside, the 4K photomicrographs alone made Gu Huaiming feel like he was basking in a spring breeze.

In the past, we had to bring a microscope, which provided a clear view, but nothing compared to the 4K microscopic images before us.

4K microscopic imaging magnifies the surgical field of view to reveal every detail—the surface of the myxoma is covered with a translucent capsule, which gleams like mother-of-pearl under a cold light source.

The dense network of capillaries beneath the capsule is clearly visible, with the finest branches less than 10 micrometers in diameter, resembling a layer of pale red frost.

At the junction of the tumor root and the atrial septum, the connective tissue fibers exhibit a pale yellow, root-like structure. The direction of each fiber is clearly visible on the screen: the main attachment band is about 2 mm wide, with fibers arranged tightly like comb teeth; the secondary adhesion points are distributed radially, with the finest having only 3-4 collagen fibers; the His bundle fibers in the danger zone have a special silvery-blue luster; and extremely fine blood droplets seep from the ends of microvessels, which are as conspicuous as rubies when magnified 400 times.

The image edges are displayed in real time with a scale accurate to 0.01mm, while the false color enhancement function stains different tissue types with distinct colors:
Myocardial tissue: light pink
Tumor capsule: pale blue
Conductive bundle fiber: bright yellow

Vascular structure: dark red

When the mechanical scissors come into contact with the tissue, the pressure sensor converts the tactile signal into a visual force field ripple, which spreads out in concentric light green circles on the screen.

Each time the heat-affected zone is generated by electrocoagulation, it will momentarily glow with an orange-red halo, and then return to a safe blue color within 0.3 seconds.

This is just too thoughtful! Gu Huaiming, far away in the capital, thought to himself.

A remote surgery device has reduced the difficulty of surgery by an order of magnitude!

Even a newly promoted professor leading a research group under my supervision could probably perform this surgery with ease.

If only he had had this kind of equipment when he was young… Gu Huaiming thought to himself for a moment, then continued the surgery.

Through 4K microscopic imaging, he saw that the deepest attachment point of the myxoma was deeply embedded in the atrial septum like tree roots, with several thin conduction bundles faintly visible at the edge of the tumor. The most dangerous His bundle was only 0.3 millimeters away from the root of the tumor—a distance thinner than a human hair.

"Switch to submillimeter mode." Gu Huaiming's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable decisiveness.

The mechanical fingers immediately adjusted the grip angle, and the blades of the micro scissors gleamed with a cold, bluish light under the shadowless lamp.

When the tip of the scissors touches the first attached fiber, the tactile sensor of the AI ​​robot converts the tissue texture into a data stream, allowing Gu Huaiming, thousands of miles away, to feel the subtle changes in resilience at his fingertips.

"Electrocautery pen, 30% power." As soon as Director Gu gave the instruction, an AI robot handed over the adjusted equipment.

The mechanical finger gently lifted a blood vessel at a 45-degree angle, and the tip of the electrocautery pen precisely aimed, emitting a soft "sizzle." Before the smoke from the burning could rise, it was instantly drawn away by the built-in fogger.

The most ingenious separation occurs at the third dense adhesion point.

The blades of the mechanical scissors open to their minimum extent, moving along the tumor capsule like embroidery.

"Director Gu, your skills are truly outstanding!" Luo Hao exclaimed without missing a beat.

"That's right." Gu Huaiming's voice came through. Luo Hao, ever observant, knew exactly where to hit. Whenever the robotic arm encountered a blood vessel, it would first gently probe with extremely light force to confirm there were no vital structures before severing it.

On one occasion, when the scissors were only 0.1 millimeters away from the transmission bundle, the robotic arm suddenly locked itself automatically—this was the tactile protection system coming into play.

"Switch to cold cutting mode." Gu Huaiming was so focused that he was almost oblivious to the fact that he had forgotten that this was a remote surgery.

As soon as Gu Huaiming finished speaking, the mechanical scissors immediately released nitrogen gas at a low temperature of -20°C, freezing the last few fibers until they became brittle and broke with a gentle touch.

Throughout this process, the electrocardiogram on the monitor maintained a perfect waveform without any disturbance.

Gu Huaiming kept his eyes glued to the electrocardiogram out of the corner of his eye.

The entire surgical interface is simple and concise, with all the information that the surgeon needs to pay attention to clearly displayed.

Only a top-tier operator could create such a perfectly suited control chamber.

Gu Huaiming felt comfortable during the surgery and let out a long sigh of relief.

Xiao Luohao is still awesome. Putting aside everything else, just this one surgical chamber is enough to make him an academician.

But academicians are all about interpersonal relationships; they don't care about technical details.

When the last attachment point was separated and the entire myxoma was finally suspended intact in the atrial cavity, the mechanical fingers suddenly became unusually gentle.

It gently lifted the tumor as if cradling a dewdrop. On the holographic projection, the pearl-like tumor shimmered eerily under the light, its surface covered with a dense network of blood vessels that pulsated slightly.

“Specimen bag,” Gu Huaiming said casually.

Before the words had even faded, the AI ​​robot immediately unfolded a specially designed nanomaterial collection bag, and the bag automatically closed to perfectly envelop the tumor.

It was only then that people noticed the robotic arm's operating path—all the cut surfaces were as smooth as laser engraving, leaving no trace of damage on the atrial septum.

A few restrained exclamations of admiration rang out in the operating room.

The two mechanical heads simply turned calmly toward the monitor to confirm that all vital signs remained stable.

The blue breathing lights on their chests flashed rhythmically, as if silently saying through the sterile surgical gowns: This is just another standard procedure that has been perfectly completed.

The process of suturing the atria is like playing a concerto.

Mechanical fingers hold Prolene threads as fine as hair, each stitch precise to the micrometer level. When the last stitch is tied, the AI ​​robot gently pulls the thread, the movement as elegant as plucking a violin string.

"Prepare for rewarming." Following Director Gu's instruction, the extracorporeal circulation machine began to slowly heat up.

As warm blood flowed back into the coronary arteries, the dormant heart suddenly trembled, then a second, a third… and finally resumed its strong beating.

The electrocardiogram on the monitor redraws a beautiful waveform, like the symphony of life playing again.

Two assistant AI robots simultaneously turned towards the monitor, their optical lenses focusing on each parameter.

Blood pressure, heart rate, oxygen saturation—all the indicators were perfect, like a meticulously designed work of art.

"That's a wrap." Director Gu's voice was filled with a satisfied smile.

"Wait, Director Gu!" Luo Hao said hurriedly.

"what happened?"

"Remote surgery, please keep an eye on things, and don't get off until the chest is closed."

Director Gu was so refreshed after the surgery that he had completely forgotten it was a remote procedure.

It was only then that he realized he was in the operating room.

"Okay, I forgot, sorry." Gu Huaiming frankly admitted his mistake, watching the two AI robots rinse and check for any bleeding, until finally closing the chest.

Li Qiubo was dumbfounded.

I could do this surgery myself!
4K microscopic imaging magnifies the surgical field of view to an incredibly detailed degree, with every frame showing such precision.

Moreover, there are prompts on various operations and changes in the image, just like a foolproof tutorial.

After removing the myxoma, Director Gu was about to leave, and it seemed that the AI ​​robot could handle the preliminary and subsequent steps.

Although Li Qiubo knew in his heart that he couldn't possibly perform such a delicate surgery, he always felt that remote surgical machines made the surgery simple, so simple that he thought, "I could do it too."

The robotic arm began the final chest closure operation, suturing each layer of tissue with extreme precision. When the last skin suture was completed, the AI ​​robot gently applied a dressing to the patient, its movements as gentle as if handling a precious gift.

“Go to the intensive care unit for one night, and we can remove the tubes first thing tomorrow morning,” Gu Huaiming said.

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Gu."

"43 minutes." Gu Huaiming was very satisfied. "Little Snail, do you know how long it used to take me to perform a cardiac myxoma surgery?"

"1 hour and 54 minutes," Luo Hao replied.

This is the surgical record for the cardiac myxoma of 912, created by Director Gu Huaiming, who shortened the time by nearly an hour compared to Boss Zhou.

"Phew." Gu Huaiming let out a long sigh of relief. "You should have come earlier, damn it. If the boss saw this time, I don't know how happy he would be."

Perhaps the boss will see it.

Luo Hao thought to himself.

"This machine is good. When will it be approved? Have you found a manufacturer?" Gu Huaiming asked directly.

"I haven't thought about it yet, it's specifically for remote surgery in unmanned hospitals."

"Little Snail, don't think I'm nagging you. You have this bad habit of yours just like the boss. You always hide anything good first, and only bring it out after finding all the flaws, as if you're afraid that if there's a problem, someone will dig up your ancestral graves."

Gu Huaiming was somewhat angry.

"hey-hey."

"Hurry up and make sure that no matter where the annual meeting is held this year, I will use the operating room to perform a cardiac myxoma surgery. Everyone will see it, and the approval process will be simpler."

"If you encounter any difficulties, just give me a call. It won't cost you much in phone bills!"

Gu Huaiming gave his instructions.

"Understood, Director Gu."

"Speak louder, what did you call me?"

"Understood, senior," Luo Hao said. "I will apply after the selection of outstanding young scientists this year."

"No, we'll use it to apply for the Outstanding Young Scientists Fund. The 4K microscopic imaging magnifies the surgical field of view so much, it's incredibly comfortable. The sooner we use it, the more difficult surgeries across the country will be reduced by a geometric level, which saves so many lives."

Luo Hao smiled and nodded.

"I'm not going to ramble on anymore. If I keep rambling, you'll say I picked up bad habits from the boss, like being a know-it-all and having a fatherly attitude."

"No, it's good that you said a few words, senior brother," Luo Hao replied with a smile.

While the two were talking, the AI ​​robot had already transferred the patient to a stretcher.

The transfer was extremely subtle, requiring no lifting at all; with a smooth, horizontal movement, the patient on the operating table was transferred to the stretcher.

"This equipment is really good," Li Qiubo thought to himself.

"Senior brother, I'm going to see the patient now."

“There’s nothing to see here. Actually, we could just pull the plug now, but it’s not 9/12 after all. I guess you’re a bit of a coward.” Gu Huaiming laughed heartily, very happy. “Okay, call me if anything happens.”

"Okay."

The remote surgical equipment was turned off, and the stretcher moved out by itself.

With an AI robot by your side, and the ventilator, monitor, and various bottles and jars all built into the equipment, it exudes a sense of high-end sophistication.

"Dean Qiubo, it's finished." Luo Hao smiled and said to Li Qiubo, "How does it look?"

"Sure, of course!" Li Qiubo hesitated for a moment, "Professor Luo, could you reserve one set of this equipment for our hospital?"

Before Luo Hao could speak, he immediately added, "Just look at the AI ​​robots you have here. I told the people in the mining area, and they're drooling with envy. When the mining area makes purchases, bring me... bring a set of surgical equipment for our Donglian Mine."

“We don’t need to buy it. As a pilot hospital, we should just give them one set first,” Luo Hao said confidently.

Li Qiubo was stunned.

It is indeed a stunned silence, a truly unexaggerated description.

The brand-new slippers made a sharp "squeak" on the non-slip floor of the operating room, and Li Qiubo's body froze on the spot as if he had been frozen in place.

His left foot was still in a forward-stepping posture, while his right foot seemed rooted to the spot, giving him a comical "splits" posture.

His pupils still reflected the image of the AI ​​robot delivering the patient, but his brain had crashed from Luo Hao's words and could no longer process the balance signals.

The surgical cap slid to one side, revealing a few strands of gray hair.

"hospital--"

The nurse's exclamation had barely left her lips when Li Qiubo collapsed like a felled pine tree.

His elbow slammed heavily on the ground with a loud thud.

As everyone rushed to help him up, Li Qiubo's reading glasses shattered into an "8" shape, yet he stubbornly kept them perched on his nose, staring intently through the crooked lenses at the direction the AI ​​robot had gone.

"Dean Qiubo?" Luo Hao didn't expect Li Qiubo's reaction to be so strong.

That's right.

"Are you alright?" Luo Hao asked with concern.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Li Qiubo got up and stretched, then smiled wryly, "Such advanced equipment, just given away like that?"

"It's not a gift, it's for scientific research."

(End of this chapter)