White armor

Chapter 770 Imperial Spy 000, that's all I know.

"Ha." Director Li laughed heartily, "I'm used to it, I'm used to it."

"Director Li, let's take a look," Fang Xiao changed the subject.

They went to check on the post-operative patient to make sure everything was in order, but Fang Xiao resolutely refused to take responsibility for the prisoner's escape.

"Director Fang, aren't you being a little too cautious?" Director Li laughed.

"Sigh." Seeing that there were no problems and the patient's vital signs were stable after the surgery, Fang Xiao left with Director Li and returned to his office, where he lit a cigarette.

"Being a doctor is tough these days. To be honest, the only profitable hospital left in Changnan City is Changnan People's Hospital."

"Huh?!" Director Li was taken aback.

"Several hospitals next door have filed for bankruptcy, but it hasn't been approved. Not to mention our Changnan City, even in the provincial capital, the provincial hospital has gone bankrupt, and the First and Second Affiliated Hospitals of the Medical University have also filed for bankruptcy."

"!!!"

Director Li really didn't expect this.

"It can't withstand any more trouble," Fang Xiao sighed.

"It can't be that bad. When I came here, I saw you had a lot of patients," Director Li said. "The best business in the world is being a doctor."

That was before.

The previous medical insurance policy was simple and straightforward: the reimbursement rates for residents, cross-regional reimbursement rates, and employee medical insurance reimbursement rates were almost fixed, with little variation. Medical insurance revenue and expenditure were generally sufficient to cover costs. However, around 19, there was a need to address healthcare issues, but the pandemic hit, delaying the process by a few years.

"It may be a little late, but what's coming will still come."

"I heard that the city is borrowing money from major hospitals to pay for nucleic acid testing? Is that true?" Director Li asked.

"Yes, our hospital borrowed 7000 million yuan from the city, and it's estimated that we won't be able to get that money back. The medical insurance fund is depleted, and the hospital is also facing massive losses. There's nothing we can do."

Fang Xiao sighed deeply again.

That major event had a huge impact on the entire society, and the impact on the hospital was equally significant.

"So, we need to change it. I've thought about it before, but my stupid brain can't possibly outsmart those smart people."

"A brilliant person modified the medical insurance reimbursement method, which is called medical insurance DIP payment, also known as single disease payment."

This change could be described as a genius-level act of evil, so the destruction caused by scholars plotting against each other... is not something an ordinary person could easily accomplish.

Director Li looked at Fang Xiao with some curiosity.

These complaints can only be confided behind closed doors, and treated as mere gossip.

Once he steps out of this door, Director Li won't say a word unless he's drunk.

"What does that mean?"

"It's based on the reimbursement figures of hospitals of the same level in a certain region over the past few years. An average is set, and then the diagnosis can only cost that much. Anything exceeding that amount will not be reimbursed by medical insurance and will be borne by the hospital itself."

This policy is truly amazing; it benefits the country and its people, but hospitals are being taken advantage of!
Let me give you an example. For instance, the nationwide implementation of the "reimbursement first, payment later" policy means that all of the patient's expenses are initially covered by the hospital, and then the medical insurance department approves the payment and allocates funds the following month. These funds usually require the hospital to beg and plead with the medical insurance bureau!

If the diagnosis is cerebral hemorrhage, the average cost calculated by medical insurance is, for example, 10000 yuan. Regardless of the amount of bleeding or the cost of surgery, 10000 yuan will be reimbursed. The hospital will not make money until the cost reaches this amount.

The hospital will cover any costs exceeding this amount. If the reimbursement amount does not reach 10000 for an extended period, the reimbursement amount will be reduced.
Director Li, do you understand? He wants everyone, regardless of age or health condition, to have a specific reimbursement amount for each illness. Everyone who gets sick must receive reimbursement according to the amount required by medical insurance. If it exceeds that amount, then your illness does not meet the template!
Private hospitals, which rely almost entirely on medical insurance funding, will find it nearly impossible to operate under these circumstances!

"So now there's a joke that patients are clueless and don't follow the DIP (Digital Injection Point) when they get sick."

Fang Xiao gave a helpless, bitter smile.

“But you are, after all, one of the largest hospitals in Changnan,” Director Li said.

Fang Xiao shook her head, looking somewhat troubled.

These kinds of complaints were just casual remarks. After chatting for a while, Fang Xiao saw Director Li off.

Now that they're not allowed to eat or drink, Fang Xiao has no chance to build a relationship with Director Li.

The only contact between the two was sending a message during holidays.

The next morning, Fang Xiao was still worried, so she called the nurse to inquire about the situation. The patient, who was shaking, was recovering well after the operation, but his obsessive-compulsive disorder flared up, and he still came to the hospital early.

"Xiao Meng" was sitting in front of the computer reviewing medical records when Fang Xiao called out to her and led "Xiao Meng" to the ward.

Fang Xiao froze as soon as she stepped into the ward.

The AI ​​robot was right behind him, so it didn't bump its head into Fang Xiao's back.

The patient in the hospital bed was in a semi-reclining position with a laptop in front of him.

The prison guard sat there listlessly, looking a bit sleepy.

When Fang Xiao entered, the prison guard stood up to greet him.

"What is this?" Fang Xiao asked, puzzled.

"Oh, since they're just sitting there doing nothing anyway, we hired experts to teach animation and modeling to young people and anyone interested."

Animation and modeling?!

Fang Xiao stared blankly at the prisoner who was skillfully fiddling with the computer.

"Didn't we say a while ago that Meituan delivery drivers in Guangzhou are in high demand, with over 30% holding bachelor's degrees?"

“Yeah…” Fang Xiao thought to herself, what does this have to do with animation and modeling?

Although the answer is obvious, I still can't believe it.

"The demand for animation and modeling skills is still quite high. Learning some skills will be useful in the future," the prison guard laughed. "Besides, it can be a bit boring in there. If you learn more, you won't have to come back after you get out."

"!!!"

"Is there any work?" Fang Xiao asked.

The prison guards looked at Fang Xiao like he was an idiot. Fang Xiao knew that this was a task assigned from top to bottom, and that he should have plenty of this kind of thing if he wanted it.

As for what happens after you leave, that depends on your own fate.

Videos of food delivery drivers playing the piano are quite common; having an extra skill is always a good thing.

"Not bad."

Fang Xiao praised.

Seeing that the patient was intently fiddling with the computer and wondering what he was doing, he went over to check on him.

The patient was very cooperative; no wonder his appearance didn't initially suggest he was vicious.

This is somewhat interesting.

"What are you doing?" Fang Xiao asked curiously after the physical examination.

As he asked the question, he glanced at the prison guard.

If there are any questions that shouldn't be asked, the prison guards will definitely stop them.

"Animations related to 'Forbidden City Cop'," the patient replied.

There's even something around here! Fang Xiao really learned something new today.

"Xiao Meng, do you know about Forbidden City Cop?" Fang Xiao asked, a thought suddenly occurring to him.

“Director, I know, but I prefer Agent 000,” “Xiao Meng” replied.

"???"

"???"

"???"

"Xiao Meng" is a bit different. Stephen Chow's movie is called "000 Fa," so where did the 000 come from?

Seeing that the patient was calm and vigilant despite being relaxed inside, Fang Xiao felt relieved.

After he left, thinking about what "Xiao Meng" had just said, he started searching online.

original!

I was too naive; there really is a secret agent in the Imperial Household Agency!

Fang Xiao became interested immediately after seeing the clip and opened her laptop to search for and download the resource.

This is a banned film, but the actresses are all very beautiful, much better looking than those who have had cosmetic surgery done at beauty clinics nowadays.

Fang Xiao felt something was off, so she called Luo Hao.

"Huh? What is the Imperial Secret Agent 000?" Luo Hao was stunned after hearing Fang Xiao's question.

"Professor Luo, you don't know?"

"I don't know." Luo Hao frowned and sighed deeply.

I handed this matter over to Chen Yong yesterday, and I knew he was incredibly unreliable. What kind of things did he input into the AI?!
If it were a regular AI robot girlfriend, that would be one thing, it could be considered a fun thing to do. But this is a medical AI robot. Is it really okay to input so much random stuff into it?

"Is an……"

Fang Xiao gave a brief explanation: what else could a movie starring Xu Jinjiang be?

Luo Hao sighed deeply.

Some things seem ordinary if you don't experience them firsthand. But once you think about them more closely, they take on a different meaning.

There are so many things to sort out, I can only do it one step at a time.

Without inputting anything, you won't even know what a low-temperature candle is; inputting something will result in completely useless information like "Secret Agent 000".

Luo Hao was also a little worried, looking out the window.

Outside the window, the rain in the provincial capital was pouring down.

The rain was like a thick gray curtain, enveloping the entire city.

The outlines of skyscrapers became blurred in the rain, and the glow of neon lights was diffused by the moisture, casting ever-changing light and shadow on the glass windows.

The raindrops pounded against the windowsill, making a crackling sound.

On the distant street, vehicles moved slowly, their red taillights casting long streaks of light in the rain, like diluted bloodstains. Pedestrians on the sidewalk hurried past with umbrellas, their black canopies undulating in the rain like a flock of migrating crows.

Luo Hao gazed out the window, where rainwater meandered down the glass, slicing the outside world into fragmented pieces. His thoughts, like the rain, were chaotic yet continuous.

Amidst the sound of rain, the faint siren of an ambulance could be heard, approaching from afar and then fading away. The sound was particularly jarring in the rain, yet it was quickly swallowed up by the downpour.

Luo Hao sighed, his breath condensing into a white mist on the cold glass. He raised his hand and wiped it, and the outside world became clear again, only to be blurred by new rain.

This rain seems to have no end.

Just like the progress of AI.

"Luo Hao, what are you thinking about?" Wang Jianni hugged Luo Hao from behind and asked softly.

“It’s still AI, then.” Luo Hao smiled and gently held Da Nizi’s hand. “The Siberian tiger at the zoo had cubs. Go see them sometime.”

"Oh?"

"The little tiger is so cute!" Wang Jianni's eyes sparkled.

"Okay, I'll go take a look when I have time."

Luo Hao agreed, but his mind was filled with the jumbled information input into the AI ​​robot.

It's really worrying. There are some things that Luo Hao himself doesn't know how to do, so he can only take it one step at a time.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Luo Hao glared fiercely at Chen Yong.

Chen Yong, however, was completely unaware. When he saw Luo Hao arrive, he grabbed Luo Hao's clothes.

This is?

Has Chen Yong, who usually avoids even the slightest contact with men, suddenly changed his ways?

Luo Hao waved his hand and took half a step back.

"Luo Hao, let's go to Funiu Mountain together today."

"What?" Luo Hao asked.

"There is a research group at the university that can attract mines."

"Is there anything strange about that?" Luo Hao asked in surprise.

"No, no, no, it's a lightning strike at a designated time and place."

Uh, a "thunderbolt" at a designated time and place. Luo Hao always thought Chen Yong was being sarcastic, but seeing his excited expression, it didn't seem like it.

"What kind of nonsense did you input into the backend?" Luo Hao steered the conversation back to the main topic.

"Ugh, your pretentious attitude is really annoying," Chen Yong said dismissively. "There's a paper about it in Nature."

This guy brought up Nature again, all serious.

"What did you write?"

"They say publishing too many C-level journals reduces sexual function," Chen Yong said.

"..."

Luo Hao knew what Chen Yong was talking about.

In May 2024, Nature published a research article on the relationship between the number of papers published in core journals and sexual ability. The authors were Professor McKelly and her husband, Professor Vivian Zhang, from Cornell University.

The study, based on empirical analysis of 115,387 scholars from 139 countries worldwide, concluded that "the number of papers published in core journals is negatively correlated with sexual ability."

In the current Chinese academic ecosystem, where CSSCI (Chinese Social Sciences Citation Index), or "C-journals" for short, is the core evaluation indicator, scholars face enormous pressure to publish papers.

Based on the Disposable Soma Theory in evolutionary biology, this study explores the potential trade-off between academic resource allocation and physiological function allocation, focusing on examining the cross-cultural association between the number of publications in core journals and indicators of sexual ability.

Luo Hao thought the paper was nonsense, but it was published in a top journal like Nature.

"If they throw shit at you, why don't you go and do something about it?" Chen Yong said dismissively.

"There's a chance."

Chen Yong raised an eyebrow and looked at Luo Hao, "You really want to go?"

"There's a chance, no rush," Luo Hao said with a smile.

"Hey, is there really a problem with that paper?" Chen Yong asked, intrigued.

"That paper used multi-stage stratified sampling to select 115,387 scholars aged 18-70 from 139 countries around the world, including 68,542 men and 46,845 women as the sample."

We obtained publication records in journals C and sexual ability indicators through questionnaires, including frequency of sexual activity, self-reported satisfaction, and clinical assessment of reproductive function.

Saliva samples were also collected for polygenic scoring (PGS), with a focus on 371 SNP loci associated with age at first sexual intercourse and stress response.

A multiple regression model was used to control for confounding variables such as age, academic discipline, and nationality, and the instrumental variable method was employed to address endogeneity issues.

"There's a lot of nonsense in here. It's all because domestic scientific research and papers have started to rise in recent years, and then people start smearing things in the dark." Luo Hao said, laughing. "Ignore them for now. Don't input too much random stuff into the AI ​​backend."

“Yes, those are AI commands. I need to look them up myself.” This time, Chen Yong didn’t refute Luo Hao but went along with it.

"How should the lightning strike within the allotted time?"

"I don't know the specific principles, but Dr. Geng from the research group at the university said that they have already achieved it."

"What use is it to you?" Luo Hao asked curiously.

"Big brother, I'm going to undergo a tribulation soon!" Chen Yong looked at Luo Hao earnestly. "If heavenly lightning could strike at the designated time and place, wouldn't that be much better?"

"That's true, but I've seen a lot of Taoist accounts on short videos saying that lightning-struck wood is bad. Is that true?"

“Never mind them. Swiss watches, you know?” Chen Yong said. “The parts are sourced domestically, assembled on land, and supposedly handcrafted. Because the precision is so high, it’s easy to spot the flaws, so the parts shipped from China to Switzerland are all second-rate. In the future, I’ll probably use third-rate parts.”

"I understand now." Luo Hao smiled.

"Are you busy today?"

"It's nothing, let's go take a look together," Luo Hao said with a smile.

Luo Hao could choose whether or not to perform surgeries at the hospital, since he had world-class experts like Fan Dongkai and Dr. Jason under his command.

But Luo Hao's hands were itching to perform two surgeries.

There was no substitute teaching class at the medical university in the afternoon, so Luo Hao waited until after get off work and then drove with Chen Yong to the university to pick up Dr. Geng.

Dr. Geng was under forty years old and looked rather thin. He didn't use an umbrella and got into the car directly.

In the rain, Luo Hao's modified Peugeot 307 slowly started up like a lurking wild beast.

The car body is wrapped in a matte gray color-changing film, which gleams coldly in the rain, and the small carbon fiber spoiler added to the rear of the car constantly flicks the rainwater into fan-shaped arcs.

Chen Yong sat in the passenger seat, watching the windshield wipers trace regular fan shapes on the windshield. The original wipers had long been replaced with silicone racing wipers, which made a "squeaking" sound as they wiped the glass, like some mechanical creature chewing on the rainwater.

Dr. Geng was curled up in the back row, his soaked shirt clinging to his body.

The cabin was filled with the distinctive leather scent of Recaro racing seats, mixed with the hot air wafting from the air conditioning vents. Luo Hao's modifications were restrained—the KN high-flow air filter made the engine's breathing sound heavier, and the Bilstein suspension made every bump and undulation of a puddle a clear feedback.

As the car drove out of the city, the streetlights gradually thinned out.

The xenon headlights cleaved through the rain, casting two sharp beams of light, while the drone hovered in the air, illuminating the slippery provincial highway ahead.

The modified exhaust emitted a deep, muffled roar at 4000 rpm, as if protesting against the heavy rain.

“This rain…” Chen Yong had just started to speak when the car suddenly drove over a pothole, the splashing water hitting the underbody protection with a muffled “bang.” Luo Hao’s fingers tightened on the Alcantara steering wheel for a moment, then relaxed.

Turning at the fork in the road into the suburbs, 307 turns onto the winding mountain road leading to the Funiu Mountains.

AP Racing brake pads maintained amazing braking power on slippery surfaces, with a slight "sizzling" sound audible before each corner.

The rain intensified, the sound of it hitting the panoramic sunroof like drums, yet the interior remained eerily quiet—that was due to the expensive soundproofing Luo Hao had done throughout the car.

As Dr. Geng gazed at the mountain silhouettes blurred by the rain outside the window, he suddenly felt that this modified vehicle was like a mobile refuge, carrying them through the rain and heading into the unknown night in the mountains.

Suddenly, Luo Hao stepped on the brakes.

The Peugeot 307 stopped and turned on its hazard lights.

"This is so dangerous, what's wrong?" Chen Yong asked.

Although Luo Hao is a bit of a scoundrel, he never speeds, but he also doesn't drive too slowly, so much so that he affects the progress of the cars behind him.

"A cable has fallen."

Luo Hao frowned and took out his phone.

"Let me check, it'll be fine if I just remove it." Chen Yong opened the car door.

But as soon as Chen Yong leaned out halfway, Luo Hao grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him back.

"Don't move!" Luo Hao's voice was low, but it was cold and unyielding. His fingers were clenched so tightly that Chen Yong could even feel the fabric of his collar pressing against the back of his neck.

Soon Chen Yong felt like he was suffocating.

The atmosphere inside the car froze instantly.

Dr. Geng straightened up in the back seat and looked through the rain-soaked windshield—the "cable" lying across the middle of the road gleamed with an eerie metallic luster under the headlights, its surface covered with fine textures. It didn't look like an ordinary wire, but rather some kind of industrial...high-voltage cable.

Rainwater flowed along the cables, creating tiny electric arcs in the waterlogged areas of the road, occasionally flashing a few dangerous blue lights.

Luo Hao's Adam's apple bobbed, his fingers still gripping Chen Yong's collar tightly: "You fucking want to be electrocuted into a roast chicken?"

His phone screen lit up; the number 110 had already been dialed.

“You can’t go out,” Dr. Geng said. “If your feet touch the ground, you’ll be electrocuted.”

"Huh?!" Although Chen Yong didn't understand, he still closed the car door and stretched. "Doesn't the car conduct electricity?"

Dr. Geng adjusted his glasses, his voice carrying the calm rhythm unique to the laboratory: "This is the Faraday cage effect."

He pointed to the body of the 307, "Our current metal coffins form a perfect electrostatic shielding cage."

Chen Yong's fingers tapped unconsciously on the center console, the sound of rain creating a peculiar resonance on the roof.

Dr. Geng continued, "Faraday proved in 1836 that the electric field strength inside a closed metallic conductor is zero."

He paused, then continued, "Simply put, the current will flow along the car's outer shell and won't enter the interior—provided you don't foolishly open the door and get out."

A flash of lightning streaked across the window, instantly illuminating Dr. Geng's eyes behind his glasses: "Do you know why it's safest to be in a car during a thunderstorm? It's because of this principle. However..." He glanced at the crackling high-voltage power line, "Given the current voltage level, I suggest we wait for professional repairs."

Luo Hao's fingers remained tightly gripping the steering wheel, his brow furrowed.

A subtle atmosphere permeated the car—the three of them felt as if they were in an electrified fish tank, with the glass potentially shattering at any moment.

The drone took off, casting a blinding beam of light above the 307 sign, accompanied by a loud alarm. The vehicles behind it pulled over, unaware of what was happening ahead.

Soon after, a specialized vehicle arrived and removed the cable.

Luo Hao continued driving, talking to the air as he drove.

"I found a cut cable. Let's check the nearby surveillance footage."

"Dr. Luo, do you have the authority?!" Dr. Geng was stunned.

"Yes, it involves security issues, and I have the relevant permissions. But I have to write a report every time I use it. By the way, Chen Yong, you witnessed the whole process, so you'll write the report."

"Huh!" Chen Yong exclaimed, but didn't say no.

"Okay," came Xiao Meng's voice from the center console.

"Luo Hao, do you suspect someone tampered with this?!" Chen Yong asked.

Luo Hao nodded.

(End of this chapter)