White armor

Chapter 777 Technology from Doujinshi

Chen Yan vaguely saw Luo Hao's eyes, which burned with an almost obsessive focus, as if he wanted to engrave every turn of the robot into his mind.

The white wasn't pure; it looked as if it had been soaked in hospital disinfectant or illuminated by the blue light of a monitor, giving it a tired, grayish hue.

The morning light slanted in through the window, falling on the half-drawn green curtains. The edges of the curtains were already yellowed, making them appear even more old in the morning light.

The night shift nurse was organizing medical records, and the dark circles under her eyes were clearly visible in the morning light.

"Xiao Meng" was still standing next to bed 3, her sunglasses reflecting the gradually brightening daylight.

It had been working continuously for nearly 12 hours, but its posture remained as upright as ever, and even the wrinkles on its clothes were exactly the same as last night.

Outside the window, a few sparrows landed on the air conditioner unit. Their chirping was blocked by the glass, leaving only their blurry shadows.

The sounds of early risers drifted from afar; a new day had begun.

But in this intensive care unit, time seems to stand still in perpetual exhaustion—even the morning light carries the weariness of someone who has just finished a long night shift.

"Xiao Luo, are you taking a break today?" Chen Yan asked apologetically.

Originally, the patient in front of him who was suffering from the triple death syndrome was his fault, but Luo Hao took the blame cleanly and neatly.

"I have six surgeries to perform today," Luo Hao said calmly. "I also have a conference call this afternoon."

"A conference call?"

“Yes, this is where we rescued the patient who was in a triple crisis. The whole process required…” Luo Hao said some jargon that Chen Yan couldn’t understand.

Chen Yan didn't intend to understand; he simply stared quietly at "Xiao Meng."

Countless data streams, like eerie blue flames, surged endlessly within the visual processor behind its sunglasses.

That's not just an ordinary torrent of numbers, but the crystallization of images from tens of millions of surgeries, hundreds of millions of medical records, and the experience of countless life-or-death battles—every piece of data is like a steel blade being tempered and refined repeatedly in its artificial neural network.

Every movement of "Xiao Meng" and its "subordinate" AI robots is refined with data precision: raising the fingertip by 3.2 centimeters is the optimal solution for 3000 intravenous punctures; the center of gravity shifts by 11 degrees when turning, which comes from imitating the steps of 287 surgical masters; even the breathing rhythm replicates the steady rhythm of a top anesthesiologist.

The fire of data has long since forged it into a sheathless scalpel.

The metal skeleton doesn't flow with electricity, but with concentrated clinical wisdom; the silicone skin doesn't pulsate with programs, but with extracted human medical essence.

When it raised its arm, Chen Yan seemed to see images of countless successful surgeries flowing through the joint; when it looked down at the monitor, the medical records database cast a faint blue light on its sunglasses.

None of this alarmed Chen Yan. Chen Yan was a veteran, and what he found most difficult to understand about "Xiao Meng" was that kind of "intuition" that had been tempered and refined.

It can detect the precursors of ventricular fibrillation from a single unusual sound from a monitor, predict the onset of pain from the trembling of a patient's eyelashes, and even detect an impending blood clot from the blood oxygen waveform.

These abilities are not written in code, but are instincts honed through countless trials in the crucible of data.

At this moment, "Xiao Meng" stands in the morning light, still carrying the warmth of the data.

Its movements, checking the IV drip rate, were like the embodiment of a veteran head nurse's life experience. When it turned to look at Chen Yan, the data stream flashing across its sunglasses was reflected on the windowpane like the final flicker of a flame.

Ugh.

Chen Yan sighed deeply in his heart.

The tide of the times rolls ever forward, and one can easily be swept up in it and become a part of the torrent.

"Director Chen, you must be tired," Luo Hao asked with concern.

"I... I'm not tired, it just feels like a dream," Chen Yan murmured.

"???"

Luo Hao felt that Chen Yan's condition was somewhat problematic.

It can't be that bad. Which clinical director isn't a master of staying up all night?

Chen Yan went back to rest for a few hours. Although he was old and might be tired, he was not so tired that he would lose his composure.

“Xiao Luo, when I was a child, I went to the community hospital for treatment,” Chen Yan suddenly said.

"Oh, what was it like back then? I heard a little about it from the boss," Luo Hao said with a smile.

"At that time, disposable syringes were very rare. They were all sterilized in pressure cookers and packaged in lunch boxes."

"..."

“An aunt of mine works at the community hospital. When I went there to get an injection, I saw her take her lunch out of the pressure cooker first, and then use the pressure cooker to sterilize the syringe.”

"Wow!" Luo Hao laughed heartily when he heard Chen Yan gossiping.

"Back then, medical care was really inadequate. Actually, some contradictions... no, many contradictions could be resolved through development. When I went to get an injection, someone suddenly lay down with a deathly pale face."

Are you allergic?

"Looking back now, it seems that the doctors and nurses at the community hospital didn't know how to treat it, they just watched. The patient eventually recovered, covered in sweat. Back then, the doctors didn't know how to treat it, and the patient didn't have any complaints, let alone sue."

"Hey." Luo Hao chuckled, echoing Chen Yan's sentiment.

"Later, after I started working at the hospital, things gradually became more organized. The funniest thing was when we started using computers in 2003. Back then, none of us knew how to type. It would take half a day to write a medical record, and some colleagues even complained that we shouldn't have used these things."

"Later, I learned how to copy and paste, and I thought it was fine," Luo Hao joked.

"Hahaha." Chen Yan chuckled in a low voice. Indeed, for many years afterward, it was all just copy and paste, not even changing the gender, which led to many jokes.

However, as things develop, many things are changing step by step.

But this time, the leap was a bit too big, so much so that Chen Yan was slightly dazed.

"Director Chen, don't think too much about it. Many things develop in leaps and bounds. For example, before the pandemic, could you have imagined that the domestic automobile industry would become so powerful one day?"

"I never would have imagined it. Back then, all I heard was that new energy vehicles were a scam to get subsidies. Everyone was criticizing the government for directing huge subsidies to a select group..."

Chen Yan started to complain.

Luo Hao did not continue to elaborate on this topic.

The "Xiao Meng" and other AI robots in front of me were bathed in the morning light, as if they were in a dream.

"Professor Luo, I urgently need to report the results of my investigation this morning. Could you please take a look?" "Xiao Meng" walked over to Luo Hao with a tablet in her arms and handed it to him.

"Director Chen, the most dangerous time should be over." Luo Hao handed the tablet to Chen Yan after reviewing the test results.

Sure enough, the test results showed improvement. If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, Chen Yan would never have believed that a patient with the "death triad" could have such a big change overnight.

He didn't say anything, but patted Luo Hao on the shoulder, got up and left.

Luo Hao stretched, said a few words to "Xiao Meng", and left the intensive care unit ward.

First, wash up to wash away the fatigue of the night.

Although Luo Hao only sat there all night and did not directly participate in the rescue, he still expended a lot of mental energy.

After taking a shower, Luo Hao felt refreshed. After all, he was still young and had boundless energy.

After glancing at the patient again and exchanging a few words with the doctor in the intensive care unit, Luo Hao left.

Back in the ward, Luo Hao saw Meng Liangren already sitting in his office.

However, the person next to Lao Meng was not "Xiao Meng," but a man around forty years old. He looked dejected, with a bruised and swollen face, and was talking to Lao Meng.

Luo Hao was curious and went inside.

"Professor Luo, you're back." Old Meng stood up immediately and said respectfully as Luo Hao walked in.

"You guys chat."

The man looked a little embarrassed. He glanced at Lao Meng and then lowered his head.

“This is my former colleague from the infectious disease hospital. Professor Luo, I happen to have something to ask you.” Old Meng said to Luo Hao as if he didn’t notice his colleague’s awkward expression.

"Oh?"

"His name is Wu Zhiyuan, you can just call him Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu's wife says he's cheating on her, and apparently they have some evidence."

"..." Luo Hao had no interest in these messy, trivial matters, but when Lao Meng brought them up, he sat down and asked, "What evidence do you have?"

"I don't know either," Wu Zhiyuan said, looking down.

Luo Hao glanced at Lao Meng, who understood and explained the situation, "Xiao Wu carefully reviewed what happened the day before yesterday. He swore that he hadn't done anything wrong, he just went to work, came home, and went to get off work."

“Emmm.” Luo Hao pondered.

I have no experience with this kind of mess.

As for Chen Yong, he should...

Just as I was thinking this, a familiar voice came in.

"Professor Luo, I heard you saved a patient with a triple death syndrome last night?" Yang Jinghe strode in and asked loudly.

"Director Yang, you know that really fast." Luo Hao stood up and greeted Yang Jinghe.

"Hey, the group chat has been buzzing all night," Yang Jinghe said. "Let me tell you, Luo, the deployment of AI robots must be done in a particle implantation room!"

"..."

"With radiation, how long do you think my old bones can last? The reason why particle implantation couldn't be carried out before was because of radiation."

Yang Jinghe was also familiar with Luo Hao, so she spoke frankly and directly asked for the qualification to deploy the AI ​​robot.

Luo Hao gave a few perfunctory replies, then suddenly had a bright idea. "Director Yang, let's not talk about the landing for now. The paperwork for that takes a long time. I'm just giving it a try this time. Look at my eyes, I have dark circles under my eyes. I didn't sleep all night."

"I have something I'd like to ask you."

"If you have anything to ask me, don't change the subject. Just tell me what you need me to do. If you, Little Luo, point east, and I, Old Yang, go west, then I'm not human!"

Yang Jinghe's voice was extremely loud, buzzing throughout the office.

Luo Hao quickly recounted the story of Meng Liangren's colleague.

Yang Jing looked Wu Zhiyuan up and down, then walked over to him and took a deep sniff.

Luo Hao was somewhat surprised, but remained silent.

Old Yang is an expert in matters of love and sex. Especially when he was caught in bed with someone else, he was able to remain calm and didn't squat naked on the air conditioner unit and fall to his death. He has an extremely strong mental fortitude.

Miao Youfang's room was probably Yang Jinghe's brothel. But he never got into trouble, or at least not anything serious, unlike many people who talk a good game but fall from grace because of their messy affairs with men and women.

Only after being brought down did they realize how utterly despicable they had been.

"When did you change your underwear?" Yang Jinghe asked a personal question.

"Huh?" Sun Zhiyuan was taken aback.

He didn't know why this old expert would ask such a question right off the bat.

"I'm asking you a question." Yang Jinghe sat down casually, crossed her legs, and spoke with a completely different expression and attitude than when she spoke to Luo Hao before.

The arrogant and haughty old director's image made Sun Zhiyuan kneel down. He thought awkwardly for a moment, "Yesterday? Today?"

"Does your partner prepare all your spare clothes?"

"Yes," Sun Zhiyuan quickly replied, bowing his head.

"This is called a chemical truth-revealing mirror. It smells like industrial fragrance; you can tell just by smelling it."

"???"

"???"

"???"

Luo Hao, Meng Liangren, and Sun Zhiyuan were all stunned. What was a chemical mirror? There was such a thing?
Even Luo Hao has his own blind spots in knowledge.

Yang Jinghe is an expert in this field.

"The notebook was originally a forensic technique, but it was used by women to catch adulterers."

"!!!"

Luo Hao sighed, "It really comes down to specialization."

"It is called a chemical mirror, but it is actually just two colorless, odorless chemical sprays that are completely harmless to human health."

They are each packaged in two spray bottles of different colors. Bottle A contains chemicals that react with the enzymes in the liquid semen, while bottle B contains dyes that can produce various colors through a chemical reaction.

"I sprayed the solution from bottle A on your underwear, not on your body. So if you cheat on me, there will always be some traces left on your underwear."

"The semen reacts chemically with the solution in bottle A, but you can't see it at the time. Only the traces are left. When you go home and change your underwear, your partner sprays it with bottle B. If there are any traces, there will be fluorescent marks."

Luo Hao instantly understood; so that's how it is!

Yang Jing is amazing. He knows all about this kind of thing. He even just sniffed around Sun Zhiyuan and figured out the whole story.

"Old Yang, you're awesome!" Luo Hao was completely convinced.

"Damn, what's this?" Yang Jinghe laughed loudly. "Just a little trick."

"Old Yang, how did you know?" Luo Hao asked with a smile.

When Yang Jinghe saw that Luo Hao was not being polite to her and addressed her as "Old Yang" and "you," she was overjoyed and explained, "I'm just like you, I also have paranoia. There are so many people eyeing my position."

That's true, and Luo Hao agrees with that.

“If I’m not careful, what if someone tries to get my husband involved? Although the probability is low, I still have to be careful. When I first started working, the head of the ENT department, Director Yu, had a patient pretending to be deaf and mute set up a honey trap. They even sent the videotape to the disciplinary committee back then.”

"..."

Luo Hao sighed inwardly. Yang Jinghe was indeed cautious, yet she never forgot about that trivial matter of her belt.

Even achieving specialization in one's field is quite an achievement.

Seeing Luo Hao's rare expression of admiration, Yang Jinghe said smugly, "The principle is very simple. This type of spray usually uses specific chemical reagents to react with specific components in the spots."

The presence of visible color changes or other observable phenomena can be used to determine the presence of stains. For example, some spray reagents can produce a color reaction with substances such as proteins in the liquid.

"In some legal investigations, testing sprays can help police quickly and initially determine whether there are any signs of poisoning at the scene, providing clues for further in-depth examination. In daily life, some people also do this for personal needs, just for fun."

"What the hell are you doing?" Luo Hao thought to himself. "That's not necessarily true."

"Although spot detection spray can provide some detection results, it can only be used as a preliminary screening method. Its results may be affected by a variety of factors, such as other substances in the field environment and the preservation of the sample."

Ultimately, accurate identification often requires confirmation by specialized laboratories using more sophisticated instruments and complex testing techniques.

"And...do you watch movies?" Yang Jinghe asked casually.

Sun Zhiyuan blushed and answered with his expression.

"What's there to be ashamed of? You young people are so adventurous and yet so easily embarrassed. I really don't understand how these two different concepts can coexist in one person."

“Uh…” Sun Zhiyuan wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words back.

Whose movies do you like?

"Ninety-nine Yayi."

"You have no taste," Yang Jing scolded. "Alright, I've explained it to you clearly. You can do whatever you want with the rest."

Sun Zhiyuan nodded repeatedly.

The unfathomable image of the man before him had already taken root in his mind.

"This thing can detect traces from within the last two weeks," Yang Jinghe added as a final reminder.

"Oh oh oh."

"It's still very important to wash it clean. Well, that's all I have to teach you," Yang Jinghe said.

Luo Hao was speechless; Director Yang was really something else. But before he could finish his thought, he heard Yang Jinghe's words.

"On the other side of the notebook, there is a private detective agency called 'Gulf Detective' that has launched a new product called 'Chemical Mirror' – a color-changing gel."

This color-changing gel is said to be extremely sensitive to temperature changes—if a tiny amount is sprayed on a husband's socks or vest, and he takes them off for more than 15 minutes, the color of the sock fibers will undergo a subtle change that only the wife can detect.

"Holy shit!" Sun Zhiyuan was stunned.

"So, you'd better have some hobbies involving taking your clothes off, like swimming or playing basketball," Yang Jinghe advised.

No wonder Yang Jinghe kept swimming; now that's how it was. Luo Hao finally understood that the underlying logic of many things was completely different from what he saw.

Yang Jinghe is so old, yet he still insists on exercising. Everyone says he is a person of perseverance, and some people even associate Yang Jinghe's persistence in exercising with his hobbies.

Unexpectedly, it was because of that private detective agency called "Gulf Detective".

The system showed up within fifteen minutes of him taking off his clothes. Luo Hao was speechless; this was just too amazing.

"Go on, go on, there's really nothing to remind you of this time." Yang Jing waved her hand impatiently.

Meng Liangren knew Yang Jinghe's temperament; she had finished putting on airs and was now going to talk to Professor Luo about serious matters. He quickly led Sun Zhiyuan to bow and express their gratitude, then went out to speak.

"Old Yang, you're really amazing," Luo Hao exclaimed in admiration.

"That's all trivial. Did you know that something happened at the hospital in the next district a few days ago?"

Luo Hao shook his head.

“One of their branch secretaries participated in group sex and used equipment. He suffered a 12cm vaginal tear and was hospitalized due to severe bleeding.”

"..."

“These young people nowadays, they’re really into all sorts of things, I can’t accept that.” Yang Jinghe suddenly thought of something and laughed. “What’s interesting is that when she was taken to the nearby hospital, she was unconscious. That hospital couldn’t treat her, so they sent her to her own hospital.”

When the person woke up and saw that they were in their own hospital, they immediately fainted again.

"..."

This guy still has a sense of shame; he was so scared he fainted.

Luo Hao felt somewhat helpless.

Yang Jinghe was still thinking of gossiping about something, but seeing Luo Hao's somewhat indifferent expression, she knew that Professor Luo was a "pseudo-serious" person, so she changed the subject.

"Professor Luo, what I just said is true. I think AI robots are being used in the wrong field in the medical field."

"Sigh, I know it should be used in the field of radiology first, but it involves operation and is much more difficult than diagnosis. So, Lao Yang, I'll definitely send it to you as soon as it's available."

"That's right. My radiotherapy department and your interventional radiology department are sister departments. When there's something good, the sister department will definitely benefit first."

Luo Hao expressed his regret that Yang Jinghe described the matter as taking advantage of someone else.

"Come on, come on, take me to see him. You have no idea, the critically ill patients in the director's group posted Xiao Meng's photo, and it stunned me."

"so far so good."

"You call this 'okay'? Xiao Luo, excessive modesty is just hypocrisy," Yang Jinghe remarked. "By the way, how's Xiao Miao doing?"

"It's alright, I'll study for two years first," Luo Hao replied.

"I never expected that this distant relative of mine would catch your eye, Xiao Luo," Yang Jinghe said with a smile.

"Old Yang, have you been on guard all along? I used to think you didn't care."

"Sigh, one can never be too careful." Yang Jinghe smoothly changed the subject. "Humans are just animals. I've worked hard for half my life, just so I wouldn't have lived in vain. Those hypocrites, when they finally fall from grace, let's take a look and see they're full of shit."

Sigh, hospitals are full of poop and pee jokes; they can't even keep their mouths shut.

Luo Hao felt somewhat helpless.

"When it comes to the tricks of the financial system, it's all about choosing concubines and stealing your own son's girlfriend. Just imagine, one day she's your darling, and a few days later she becomes your father's darling. What kind of nonsense is this?"

“That’s true… But Lao Yang, you don’t need to worry about changing clothes now that you’re starting surgery,” Luo Hao reminded him.

Yang Jing was taken aback before realizing that Professor Luo Hao was reminding her of this matter.

That's true. He used to be an internist, so he would never have thought of the idea of ​​changing clothes. Now that he performs surgery himself, even though he can avoid changing clothes for particle implantation, can he still set his own rules?

Although changing clothes before surgery is troublesome, it has many advantages.

There's no need to go swimming every day or worry about the timing. The more things you have to do, the harder it is to cover up a lie.

Lost in thought, Yang Jinghe drifted off into a daze.

(End of this chapter)