White armor

Chapter 769 Even AI robots can't understand simple diseases?
With his hands behind his back, Fang Xiao increasingly felt like an old cadre.

Regardless of whether AI can replace clinicians, by the time it can, I'll already be retired and it won't concern me anymore.

Fang Xiao is now enjoying the convenience brought by AI.

The department's management level is getting higher and higher, medical record writing is becoming more and more standardized, and the level of diagnosis and treatment is also visibly improving.

All of this is visible.

Fang Xiao thought to herself with a smile, "What a great job this director is."

I was lucky to have met Professor Luo.

"Xiao Meng," Fang Xiao called out.

“Yes, Director.” “Xiao Meng” followed behind Fang Xiao, taking half a step forward.

"you……"

"Director Fang, emergency consultation needed!" the nurse called out.

Fang Xiao sighed. The emergency department was the most annoying place ever; going there would mean being busy for a while.

"Go and have a look."

"Director, what did you call me for?"

Fang Xiao paused for a moment, completely forgetting what she had just wanted to say.

It's frustrating; age catches up with everyone.

There was a time when I didn't even need a phone book; all my phone numbers were in my head, and I could just type them in when I needed them.

It's only a little over forty, and you've already forgotten what you said just now?
Fang Xiao shook her head and strode towards the emergency department.

"Xiao Meng" was like a security guard, never leaving Fang Xiao's side, giving Fang Xiao a feeling of arrogance.

Nowadays, even department-level cadres don't have their own secretaries, at least not the dean, but they have their own.

Fang Xiao was overjoyed.

Although this idea could only be thought of by herself, even just this was enough to make Fang Xiao happy.

Upon arriving at the emergency department, the patient's condition was not serious; it was mostly elderly patients.

Fang Xiao pushed the patient away and argued with the other department directors until her throat was dry.

You can't be too soft-hearted about some things. Medical insurance requirements are strict now, and patients with these kinds of old diseases almost always lose money after treatment.

Since it doesn't require surgery, anyone who wants to take it can take it.

Fang Xiao seized the surgical indications, using a combination of bluster and cajoling, even going so far as to say things like, "I'll take the patient to surgery right away, and who will be responsible if anything goes wrong."

In short, we won't accept it.

We'll talk about it after the internal medicine treatment is complete.

It wasn't until everything was finished that Fang Xiao realized "Xiao Meng" was missing.

Huh?
Under normal circumstances, "Xiao Meng" would follow behind him and witness one scene after another.

Even if it may not be useful, a scenario is a scenario, and it needs to be accumulated.

Where is "Xiao Meng"?

Fang Xiao wasn't in a hurry; he started looking for "Xiao Meng."

As Fang Xiao stepped outside, he saw "Xiao Meng" standing blankly at the door of the treatment room, as if the system was undergoing an upgrade.

"Xiao Meng, what's up?" Fang Xiao walked over, patted "Xiao Meng" on the shoulder, and asked with a smile.

“Uh…” “Xiao Meng” started with an interjection, sounding just like a young doctor.

Fang Xiao felt that it was this modal particle that made "Xiao Meng" behave more like a human.

He could even sense that when "uh" came out, "Xiao Meng's" brain was working at high speed, and words like "CPU" had become descriptive rather than descriptive.

"Director, there was just a patient with burns. The emergency room doctor was treating him. I took a look and it seems that the burns are different from the burns recorded in my database."

Oh?
Fang Xiao glanced at "Xiao Meng" but didn't take what he said seriously.

It's possible that the system upgrade didn't update the information in some databases, causing this issue.

With billions of medical records nationwide plus the century-old medical record database of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, even difficult and complicated cases can be solved, but a simple burn cannot be diagnosed.
That's no joke.

It seems that AI still has its own shortcomings, Fang Xiao thought to himself.

Just then, the door to the treatment room opened.

An emergency surgeon walked out with two girls.

Fang Xiao's gaze was involuntarily drawn to them.

The girl at the back was slightly shorter, with skin so fair it was almost translucent. She was looking down slightly, with wisps of hair hanging down her forehead, casting a small shadow under the light.

Her right wrist was wrapped in a brand-new bandage, but her left hand was tightly gripping the hem of the girl's clothes in front of her, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

The girl walking in front had a tall and straight figure, with her long hair styled in a wolf tail and mullet neatly framing her neck. Every step she took was steady and powerful.

Her brow remained furrowed, and she would occasionally glance back at the person behind her—her gaze seeming to want to envelop them in her shadow. When she noticed the shorter girl's steps slowing, she immediately stopped, turned around, and supported the girl's elbow with one hand: "Does it hurt?"

The short girl shook her head, but her eyelashes trembled slightly the moment the other person touched her. Her lips pressed into a line, but her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, as if the simple touch made her more helpless than a burn.

"Don't be stubborn." The short-haired girl's voice was low, but her fingers slid down the other person's arm and grabbed her five fingers without saying a word.

This action made the short girl's ears turn bright red instantly. She subconsciously tried to pull her hand away, but it was gripped even tighter.

The emergency room doctor was explaining the precautions, and the short-haired girl listened attentively, nodding from time to time.

The shorter girl's gaze remained fixed on their clasped hands. When the short-haired girl's thumb unconsciously rubbed against the back of her hand, her breathing clearly skipped a beat, and her injured wrist involuntarily pulled closer to her chest, as if trying to hide this secret flutter in the bandage.

Fang Xiao found the kids these days amusing.

It seems these two girls are in a relationship.

As time went by, Fang Xiao gradually got used to and adapted to this, and he viewed the matter with a neutral perspective.

"The burns on your body are quite severe. I recommend you go to the burn unit," said the emergency surgeon.

"Doctor, will it leave a scar?" asked the long-haired wolf-tailed mullet-headed man.

"I don't know, you should ask the burn surgeon." The emergency surgery clinic was already crowded with people. The emergency surgeon gave them the address and they rushed off to see the doctor.

"Which floor is the inpatient ward again?" the short girl asked.

"It seems so..." The long-haired wolf-tailed mullet-headed man clearly didn't remember either, and muttered to himself in confusion.

"I'll take you there; it's on my way," Fang Xiao said.

The two girls quietly looked up at the doctor who had suddenly spoken.

He was wearing a clean white lab coat with a crisp collar and not a single wrinkle. The cuffs were slightly rolled up, revealing a section of the cuff of a dark blue shirt. He looked composed and neat.

He wore a name tag on his chest with the words "Chief Physician" printed on it. The lettering was clear and had a metallic sheen, giving him an inexplicable sense of authority.

Fang Xiao's face wasn't young; there were faint lines at the corners of his eyes, but his gaze was sharp, as if he could see right through someone.

When he spoke, his tone was unhurried and calm, with a sense of having seen much of the world. There was neither deliberate attempt to be friendly nor a sense of distance. It was as if he were stating a very ordinary fact: "I'll take you there. It's on my way."

The shorter girl instinctively shrank behind the longer-haired girl, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the hem of her clothes.

She always felt that the doctor's gaze was too insightful, as if he could see through their secret, unspeakable little interactions.

The long-haired girl was quite composed and nodded to Fang Xiao, saying, "Thank you, doctor."

Fang Xiao turned and walked ahead, the hem of her white coat swaying gently with her steps. Her back was as straight as an old pine tree, steady and reliable.

The short girl stared at his back for a while, and inexplicably felt at ease—a doctor like him probably wouldn't look at them strangely, right?
The long-haired girl noticed her hesitation, squeezed her hand, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

“No…” she shook her head, her ear tips slightly red, “I just feel… this doctor is very ‘expert’.”

The long-haired girl chuckled softly, leaned close to her ear, and said in a voice only she could hear, "What, you like this mature type?"

"You!" The short girl blushed instantly, glaring at her with a mixture of shame and anger, only to be met with a triumphant smile in return.

Fang Xiao walked ahead, vaguely hearing the girls whispering behind him, but he only slightly curved the corners of his mouth and did not turn around—young people, huh.

Upon arriving at the trauma department, Fang Xiao pointed to the sign above and said, "This is it, you can go now."

After saying that, Fang Xiao left with "Xiao Meng" without saying another word.

"Thank you, doctor," the long-haired wolf-tailed mullet-headed man said gratefully.

Fang Xiao shook her head.

Fang Xiao took a few steps forward, then suddenly realized that the familiar footsteps behind him were gone. He turned around and looked back.

"Xiao Meng" remained standing in the same spot, her head slightly tilted, her gaze behind her sunglasses seemingly following the backs of the two girls silently through the lenses.

Sunlight streamed in obliquely from the window at the end of the corridor, reflecting a cold halo on "Xiao Meng's" glasses, obscuring her eyes.

But Fang Xiao noticed that "Xiao Meng's" lips seemed to tighten for a moment, and her jawline tightened slightly, like the unconscious tension that a human makes when thinking.

Its fingers tapped lightly on the outside of its thigh, the rhythm precise, yet subtly revealing a kind of... hesitation?
What is "Xiao Meng" observing?
Fang Xiao's heart sank suddenly, as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

If AI can already show "interest" in human interactions, and even stop and stare at certain images like a human... what will the future hold?

Could it be that "Xiao Meng" was attracted to the opposite sex?
Is this possible? Fang Xiao didn't know. The idea seemed absurd, but deep down he felt it was possible.

At least Fang Xiao didn't immediately find the idea absurd.

"Xiao Meng," Fang Xiao called softly.

"Xiao Meng" immediately turned her head, her expression behind her sunglasses instantly returning to normal, even a perfectly timed smile appearing on her lips: "Director?"

The voice remained steady and flawless.

But Fang Xiao inexplicably felt that the pause just now was like some kind of... delay.

"What are you looking at?" Fang Xiao asked directly.

While asking "Xiao Meng," Fang Xiao took out her phone—this was a big deal, and she needed to report it to Professor Luo.

"Director, the patient's burns don't match up. I'm searching the database and found some similar cases, but they've all been ruled out."

"Huh?!" Fang Xiao looked at the AI ​​robot with a puzzled expression, feeling somewhat lost.

Never mind, Fang Xiao dialed Luo Hao's number directly.

Without exchanging pleasantries, Fang Xiao got straight to the point, reporting the situation and explaining "Xiao Meng's" doubts.

"Oh? Let me take a look." Luo Hao wasn't surprised; he just said calmly.

"Professor Luo, you've upgraded again recently? I feel like Xiao Meng is different today," Fang Xiao asked, puzzled.

"No, it hasn't been upgraded," Luo Hao said.

His voice sounded somewhat ethereal.

Seeing that "Xiao Meng" wouldn't leave, Fang Xiao simply sat down on the hard plastic chair outside, staring at the AI ​​robot, afraid that "Xiao Meng" might do something she couldn't predict.

He didn't hang up the phone; instead, he kept listening.

Since being drawn into the project team and starting to work with AI robots, Fang Xiao felt that AI was countless times stronger than humans.

From his perspective, at least, "Xiao Meng" never makes a mistake. Only machines never make mistakes; humans are just like that. Even the most brilliant person can forget a phone number one day.

Heroes and beauties alike have always been destined to remain young and beautiful.

"Director Fang." Luo Hao's voice interrupted Fang Xiao's thoughts.

only……

Luo Hao's voice was always sunny and bright. But just now, he called me "Director Fang," and seemed a little embarrassed.

Something's wrong, there must be a problem with the data! Fang Xiao knew perfectly well what was going on.

"Professor Luo, please go ahead."

Although Fang Xiao thought that way, he didn't say it, but instead answered respectfully.

"Take Xiao Meng back with you," Luo Hao said without explanation.

"Professor Luo, what exactly happened?" Fang Xiao's curiosity was piqued.

"It's nothing...sigh."

Luo Hao sighed.

"????"

Chen Yong's laughter could be faintly heard on the phone; he seemed to be mocking Luo Hao.

How is this going?

"Stop guessing, I'll have Chen Yong tell you," Luo Hao said.

Fang Xiao was confused again. Although Dr. Chen had published papers to the point of being a small business owner, Luo Hao always took the lead in medical matters, and Chen Yong was almost always the one who just nodded in agreement.

What's wrong with me? Did I suddenly wake up? Or have I been dreaming all along?

Fang Xiao felt that the whole world was somewhat unreal.

"Director Fang, it's nothing. Those two girls don't know how to play and made a mistake," Chen Yong said with a smile.

"playing what?"

"Drip wax."

"!!!"

"Before they started playing, they didn't even check what they were going to use. They used low-temperature candles for the wax dripping, not regular candles. The patient's burns were obviously caused by dripping candle wax, and they weren't serious; some medicine was all they needed."

"!!!"

Fang Xiao's mind was a mess.

He'd seen candle dripping when he watched adult films; it was just the red candles you use at home.
Fair skin, red wax.

Are there also low-temperature candles?

What is this?
"Dr. Chen, what is that?" Fang Xiao asked directly, not standing on ceremony.

“Low-temperature candles typically have a melting point between 50°C and 60°C, producing less heat when burning and thus avoiding burns to skin or objects. They emit a warm, soft light when burning, making them ideal for home or commercial use.”

"Generally, imported soybean wax is used: NatureWaxC-3, with a melting point of 52.2 degrees Celsius, in flake form and milky white in color. It has a long burning time, produces less smoke, and contains no harmful substances."

"Another option is imported soybean wax, GOLDENWAX 464, which is flaky and milky white with a melting point of 48.8 degrees Celsius."

Alternatively, fully refined paraffin wax or food-grade paraffin wax, in translucent granular form, with a melting point of 48 degrees Celsius, is commonly used for low-temperature candles, while 58 degrees Celsius is used for regular release candles.

Coconut wax, in mud-like form, melting point 42 degrees Celsius.

"..."

There are so many different interpretations of this thing?
Fang Xiao said she couldn't understand.

"The candles used when playing normally are not ordinary candles, but low-temperature candles. Beginners are generally advised to use soy wax, which has a melting temperature of about 57°C and a human-sensory temperature of around 40 degrees Celsius."

This temperature won't burn your skin. If you enjoy hot springs, you'll find the temperature in the pools is around 40 degrees Celsius.

"It feels pretty good, quite..."

"Chen Yong, stop talking nonsense." Luo Hao stopped Chen Yong from continuing his explanation.

Fang Xiao said she hadn't heard enough.

I'd already taken my pants off, but Professor Luo said it was all fine. Where can I go to reason with him?

"That's about it. Luo Hao, how come you didn't record such a simple burn?!" Chen Yong asked.

"This thing has only been in China for a short time, and the descriptions in the medical records are not detailed."

Fang Xiao heard Luo Hao's explanation.

“I told you you should have entered more similar information, look at you!” Chen Yong said with a smile, “Why don’t we just connect the robot program from Boss Lou’s side?”

"No way!" Luo Hao rejected Chen Yong's suggestion without hesitation.

"Director Fang, that's settled then. You take Xiao Meng back." Luo Hao communicated directly with Fang Xiao.

Fang Xiao hung up the phone and took "Xiao Meng" back to the ward.

Low-temperature candles? Oh, these really exist! Fang Xiao felt like he had learned something new.

Because he doesn't play such fancy games, Fang Xiao's knowledge in this area is completely blank.

He sat in his office and started searching online for information about low-temperature candles.

Humans are really something else; this thing has absolutely no practical use, except...

Fang Xiao watched and sighed.

However, "Xiao Meng" doesn't know if this is going a bit too far? Normally, similar situations should only be encountered occasionally in clinical practice.

Forget it, never mind. This is Professor Luo's job, why am I even worrying about it?

"Xiao Meng, I didn't expect there were things you didn't know." Fang Xiao teased "Xiao Meng" after roughly understanding the application of low-temperature candles.

“Similar medical records are rare and do not require hospitalization,” Xiao Meng explained. “Outpatient medical records are usually sloppy, so without professional input, I wouldn’t know.”

"And now?" Fang Xiao asked.

“I have entered a similar scenario. If Professor Luo grants some permissions, it will be possible to make a diagnosis in the future.”

Professor Luo is really strict; he's like a strict father, rigorously controlling the information intake of the AI ​​robot.

Fang Xiao laughed heartily; he had indeed seen a joke today.

I never imagined that the AI ​​robot, which I thought was omnipotent, would have a day when it failed me.

However, Professor Luo probably didn't care, since it's just a "rare disease" and he brought it on himself.

If someone is truly an expert, like Dr. Chen, they wouldn't make similar mistakes.

Fang Xiaoxin pondered this.

As the saying goes, a man is a boy until he dies.

Fang Xiao's phone rang.

He set his ringtone to be the same as Professor Luo's.

"Hello, Director Li," Fang Xiao said with a smile.

"Oh, then send it over."

It turned out that a prisoner had appendicitis and needed to be brought in for surgery.

Such things are rare, but Fang Xiao occasionally comes across them.

He called the head nurse in and made room for her.

When prisoners come for surgery, their hands and feet are handcuffed, and someone has to watch them 24 hours a day.

Even with tight security, problems can still arise.

A few years ago, some people took advantage of the medical treatment to escape, but now they can't get far at all.

Unlike decades ago, when you could simply go into the forest areas of Inner Mongolia and the Greater and Lesser Khingan Mountains.

Fang Xiao felt a bit of a headache. He started checking the private rooms with the head nurse and reporting to the hospital.

The patient had a lot of trouble with the procedures before coming here, after all, this is a hospital and the patient is quite special.

After Fang Xiao finished everything, she called Director Li and asked him to send someone to check if anything had been missed.

But Director Li was quite relaxed, unlike the tension he had felt when prisoners were brought in for surgery in previous years.

I guess with cameras everywhere, the criminals know they can't get far.

Even so, Fang Xiao still convened a meeting with the medical staff in the department and gave them all the necessary instructions.

Several hours later, the patient was brought in.

He looked to be in his thirties, with a shaved head, but there was no fierceness in his eyes; he appeared quite refined.

Fang Xiao didn't communicate much with the patient. After conducting preoperative examinations and confirming the diagnosis of acute appendicitis, she took the patient to the operating room.

Similar surgeries were performed without laparoscopy, opting instead for open surgery.

The surgery went smoothly. The prisoners in the prison didn't have much fat, and they exercised every day, so their lives were more regular than those outside.

After the surgery, the head of the medical department and Director Li of the prison exchanged pleasantries with Fang Xiao, with Director Li repeatedly apologizing.

After all, civil servants can't eat or drink these days, otherwise I would have treated Fang Xiao to a meal out of gratitude.

Fang Xiao didn't care much. She explained the patient's condition to Director Li, explaining that the patient could be discharged in 3 days and that physical labor should not be performed for a period of time after discharge.

"I'm afraid I can't use the sewing machine anymore," Fang Xiao joked.

Director Li paused suddenly, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Fang Xiao was a little confused. Had she said something wrong? In the Northeast, the prison was called "squatting on the fence" or "stepping on the sewing machine."

It seems like there haven't been any new terms lately.

"Director Fang, we haven't used sewing machines for a long time," Director Li laughed.

Director Li's face immediately displayed that polished, policy-warm official smile, and his voice rose a notch unhurriedly.

"Director Fang, we have always adhered to the guidance of Xi Jinping Thought on Socialism with Chinese Characteristics for a New Era, thoroughly implemented the Ministry of Justice's decisions and plans regarding prison work in the new era, and actively promoted the construction of a new pattern of 'five major reforms.'"

He placed his hands folded in front of his abdomen, maintaining a proper posture, and continued, "In our work, we place particular emphasis on leveraging the corrective function of labor reform. By scientifically designing labor programs, we not only help inmates develop labor skills but also promote the establishment of correct labor values."

At this point, Director Li paused at just the right moment, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"For example, our current projects in electronic assembly and cultural and creative product manufacturing fully consider the employment needs of inmates after their reintegration into society. Many inmates have obtained vocational skill level certificates issued by the human resources and social security department after passing the assessments."

Finally, he nodded slightly, concluding in a summary-like tone: "In general, we insist on putting the rehabilitation of inmates first, striving to ensure that every prisoner can reform with hope, grow through rehabilitation, and ultimately become law-abiding citizens useful to society. This is also a concrete manifestation of our prison police officers fulfilling our original aspiration and mission."

"..."

Fang Xiao sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)