I am weak and friendly

Chapter 59: Let's use mine.
"This is... Mr. Du's family?" The chief physician was very cold towards Tang Yiping. Obviously, no one in the entire ward liked Mr. Du's family. Tang Yiping guessed that if he wasn't in a wheelchair, he might have been beaten up.

“No, Director, Tang is a tenant of Mr. Du’s house. He’s here in Hailing for his summer internship and is temporarily staying at Mr. Du’s house. He received a call saying that Mr. Du was not well, so he came over.” The round-faced nurse quickly explained, “Tang, this is our Director Qiu, who is also Mr. Du’s attending physician.”

Tang Yiping glanced to the side; on the door of the ward hung a photo of this man.

Qiu Zhaodong, Chief Physician of the Geriatric Intensive Care Unit.

"Oh, I see!" Qiu Zhaodong immediately changed his expression and reached out to shake hands with Tang Yiping: "Tang, thank you for coming. Could you contact Grandpa Du's family?"

Although I really dislike Mr. Du's family, they are probably the only ones who can be of any use right now.

"I'm sorry, I don't know them." Tang Yiping shook his head. "This is the first time I've met Old Master Du in person."

Just before you called, I thought he had passed away.

Tang Yiping thought.

"I see..." Qiu Zhaodong was puzzled as to how Tang Yiping was living in Old Master Du's house, but he wasn't a policeman and couldn't care less. He just muttered something and then said to the round-faced nurse next to him, "Xiao Zhao, could you help Old Master Du clean his face later? I found something made by a genius that can translate the facial expressions of brain-damaged patients into simple text. Maybe it can help us communicate."

"Director, there's no such thing as a powerful tool!" the round-faced nurse said to Qiu Zhaodong. She had already said the same thing to Tang Yiping earlier.

“I didn’t believe it at first, but recently it’s been spreading like wildfire in the patient support group,” Qiu Zhaodong said. “I’ve watched a lot of videos, and the results are pretty good. At least we can have simple communication now.”

"Really?!" Tang Yiping exclaimed. The round-faced nurse didn't believe him, but since Qiu Zhaodong had said so, she had no choice but to believe him.

"Yes, I asked my fellow students, and two of them have already started using this software in clinical practice! The results are excellent! It has drastically reduced the difficulty of communication between doctors and patients, and between doctors and family members." Qiu Zhaodong was very excited. "I really want to know which genius made this amazing thing! It's truly incredible!"

Tang Yiping was about to speak, but when he heard Qiu Zhaodong call him "Master," he silently shut his mouth.

I'm not some kind of expert, I'm just someone who exploits bugs.

Spring has arrived, and it's the season for bugs to proliferate again, with new bugs sprouting up in the code one after another...

The voice of an old man appeared in Tang Yiping's mind.

“Yes, that’s amazing!” said the round-faced nurse. “When Tang told me just now, I couldn’t believe it.”

"Tang, you know about this software too?" Qiu Zhaodong gave Tang Yiping a thumbs up. "You're a true young man! You know so much!"

"Actually..." Tang Yiping was about to say something when Qiu Zhaodong interrupted him again: "It seems this software has become a hit outside the mainstream! It has a huge influence. It must have been created by big names in the fields of medicine and programming. It benefits the world. I'll ask my classmates if they know who it is. I need to pay them a visit."

The two people didn't understand programming, but they both understood brain injuries and had seen too many patients. Communicating with them was extremely difficult.

"Uh……"

As the two men grew increasingly agitated, Tang Yiping realized he might have missed the best opportunity to acknowledge his true identity.

I thought the masterclass was the end, but it turned out to be the beginning.

Forget it, just shut up.

Since we're just strangers who met by chance, there's no need to tell everyone.

Just then, a nurse said, "Director, Mr. Du has woken up!"

Then she explained to Tang Yiping, "Old Master Du is in so much pain; he can hardly sleep for more than half an hour each time..."

Every second felt like being burned alive; my body was covered in tubes, and I couldn't even sleep...

Tang Yiping couldn't even imagine what kind of torture this was.

It's even more unimaginable why he would persist.

"Let's go, let's give it a try!" Qiu Zhaodong said excitedly. Tang Yiping stepped back in his wheelchair to make way for Qiu Zhaodong and a group of young women as they entered the ward.

He felt that he might not be needed here anymore and was considering whether he should leave.

to be frank.

Mr. Du Yuanshan is in very poor condition.

This kind of bad feeling makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Tang Yiping was still young and had never seen such a scene before. Just looking at Old Master Du Yuanshan, Tang Yiping couldn't help but think that when his nervous system continued to weaken and he lost even the ability to control his breathing, he might end up like Old Master Du, covered in tubes and lying in bed.

It looked like a ruin.

So his instinct was to escape.

But the round-faced nurse saw him: "Tang, come quick! Come quick!"

Tang Yiping had no choice but to follow them inside.

Grandpa Du did wake up; there was no hope in his eyes, yet they still shone.

Like the last light still burning on the ruins of a city, waiting for its last bit of power to run out.

Two nurses were quickly removing some medical devices covering the face, and Qiu Zhaodong said to the elderly man beside them:
"Sir, we know you must have some wishes or things you want to say. We've found a way for you to communicate with us, but we need your cooperation. Also, for medical research purposes, I need to record the conversation. Do you agree?"

After Grandpa Du confirmed it in a way that Tang Yiping couldn't understand, he said to the round-faced nurse, "Xiao Zhao, please write this down for me on your phone."

The round-faced nurse took out her phone to take pictures, and Qiu Zhaodong pointed his phone at Grandpa Du and started adjusting it.

Next, he tried to communicate with Grandpa Du, and the phone started emitting some syllables.

It's somewhat disorganized.

"Director, is this alright?" the round-faced nurse said anxiously. "I think Grandpa Du is feeling very unwell..."

"Don't rush, don't rush." ​​Qiu Zhaodong was very patient. "This software is based on children's faces. The accuracy will be lower for adults, so it needs to be adjusted. You see, even Grandpa Du isn't in a hurry."

Yes, Grandpa Du wasn't in a hurry; instead, his eyes lit up like never before.

“But Director, the old man can’t be away from the ventilator for too long…” the round-faced nurse said.

"Ah...this..."

"Let's use mine..." Tang Yiping said helplessly.

The version Qiu Zhaodong used was clearly his first version.

Old Zhang had told him that his colleagues had packaged this version into an app for easy installation and use by ordinary users.

However, Tang Yiping's subsequent versions were entirely driven by bugs and had extremely strong coupling, making them not so easy to encapsulate. To this day, Lao Zhang and his team have not been able to succeed.

Currently, almost all test users of subsequent versions are technically proficient and can directly pull and deploy them in the test environment. Ordinary users can only use the earliest version.

This version is definitely usable, but it is very inefficient, lacks many key features, and is not very effective for adult users.

Tang Yiping handed over the phone.

(End of this chapter)