Back in 2002 as a doctor

"For example, the restaurant opposite the hospital delivered food, which made the doctor on duty eat less instant noodles." Mr. Huang smiled slightly, "In the last century, instant noodles were a delicacy."

"Hey." Zhou Congwen smiled.

When he ate Master Kong instant noodles for the first time, Zhou Congwen was stunned. It was hard to believe that there are such delicacies in the world.

But now, I have already eaten and felt sick, and I feel nauseous when I think about it.

"In the future, the biggest enemy of instant noodles may not be other manufacturers, but food delivery."

"..."

"Having said that, we are faced with a situation where there is little medical insurance and we cannot do our best. If we want to completely solve it, it does not depend on the cost."

"You mean... let everyone become doctors? Or cultivate AI intelligence?" Zhou Congwen asked tremblingly.

The boss's thoughts are extremely clear.

"This is Ronaldinho's idea, I don't think so." Huang Lao said, "I don't approve of handing over human life to artificial intelligence. Foreign scientists have been worried that Asimov came up with the three laws of robotics and wanted to be a firewall." , but there will always be flaws in the seemingly seamless logic."

"It's better for humans to learn by themselves."

Hearing what the boss said, Zhou Congwen had risen from a patient to a human being, and felt absurd in his heart.

But the system panel in the upper right corner of the field of vision was impressively visible, and Zhou Congwen couldn't help but deny it.

It's just that he has always guessed that the little guy in the system came from hundreds of years later, and he bound a learning system by chance.

But what I never expected was that the boss's generation had already started research.

In the future, if I join the strategy team and study it to learn the program, how will I give it to my young self?

Zhou Congwen pondered in a daze, with dewy eyes.

He is not a philosopher, and he firmly believes that some rules are only rules and laws in the existing space-time, and cannot be applied in higher-level spaces.

So Zhou Congwen rarely thinks about these things.

Huang Lao looked at Zhou Congwen with a dazed expression, which was not unexpected. He continued to say leisurely, "These are just a part of our research. There are many geniuses in this world. I am old and I can't walk anymore. You, keep going." Go. As for where is the front, as long as you go, there is always the front.”

"Boss, it's what you said to continue working for the people of the motherland for 50 years." Zhou Congwen argued.

"Hehe." Huang Lao smiled and shook his head, "Are you talking big? No one has ever said it. It depends on which day you win. Are you using human power to change the explosion of a supernova? Are you kidding me?"

"This world is full of well-arranged scripts, and destiny is within the cone of light. It's very boring."

Huang Lao suddenly smiled.

"Zhou Congwen, do you not understand what I said?"

"I understand somewhat." Zhou Congwen said.

"I mean..." Huang Lao raised his hand and pointed to his head, "If I can keep my consciousness, I can teach more students in the future, Zhou Congwen, do you think I am equivalent to living forever? ?”

The thread of fate suddenly tightened in the dark, and immediately the invisible string moved.

The strings trembled and roared, almost shattering Zhou Congwen's consciousness.

It was so!

"People, there is no one who is immortal. They are all thinking about longevity. I also have my way of longevity. Whether it can be done or not depends on you."

Zhou Congwen looked at his boss, Huang Lao's eyes were clear, like a pool of water, he seemed to be able to see the bottom at a glance.

"Boss, you... will never forget that in your whole life." Zhou Congwen was also very speechless, and said with a deep sigh.

"The artificial intelligence is very strong, and I can't keep up." Huang Lao said in an extremely flat tone, "Deep Blue's victory over Kasparov is a symbolic event."

"Although everyone now thinks it's just chess, with a simple algorithm, and Go, artificial intelligence can't get involved... Sigh." Huang Lao sighed, "Go will be defeated by artificial intelligence sooner or later. If it can be controlled , is indeed a way, but I don’t believe in artificial intelligence.”

Zhou Congwen thought that in the future, Go would be defeated by artificial intelligence, and Ke Jie, a young genius who was killed by a dragon, would quit the game.

What about medical treatment?

Seems simpler than Go.

It seems that after replacing artificial intelligence, all existing difficulties are not difficult.

The birth of artificial intelligence is the kind of existence that has extremely rich "clinical experience" and is better than the boss.

Artificial intelligence can perform surgery tirelessly and has always been at its peak.

Artificial intelligence is stable and has no emotions, unlike ordinary doctors...

There are many benefits, but the boss doesn't believe it.

In fact, Zhou Congwen knew that he didn't trust artificial intelligence either.

"I leave everything to you." Huang Lao pressed Zhou Congwen's hand with his old palm, as if handing over an invisible inheritance to his eccentric disciple, "It depends on the organization's arrangement, which is also my arrangement. "

Zhou Congwen was silent.

"If my brain can make a little contribution to the future, I can smile at Jiuquan."

Zhou Congwen frowned seeing his boss's pleased expression.

"boss."

"Huh?" Huang Lao raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhou Congwen.

His gaze was not clouded by the passage of time or the friction of fate, it was still clear, like a stream.

"Aren't you..." Zhou Congwen said, then paused.

Old Huang's eyes narrowed.

"Are you afraid of pain?"

"..." Huang Lao was taken aback, his mood changed slightly, and Zhou Congwen knew that this was called embarrassment.

"Boss, by the way, you are not that kind of person."

Mr. Huang's expression was fully seen in Zhou Congwen's eyes, and he was certain in his heart that the boss's big words were actually to hide a fact.

He is afraid of pain!

As a doctor, Zhou Congwen has seen all kinds of patients. It can be said that Zhou Congwen has rich experience.

Not to mention the fact that the body is full of tubes and the vital signs are maintained by machines, just doing bypass surgery and blowing the ventilator for a few days after the operation to reduce the cardiopulmonary load has already made the patient extremely uncomfortable.

Because the tube is inserted, the patient can't say anything, and writing and writing with pen and paper has become the norm in the ICU.

The boss has seen this scene many times, and Zhou Congwen knows it well.

And the more I watch it, the more or less I have to empathize with it. The boss must have thought about what he would do if he faced this situation.

To die happily, or to live, this is a question.

The boss has clearly made a choice.

"It hurts, I'm not very afraid." Seeing Zhou Congwen's words, Mr. Huang sighed deeply, "It's just that I'm already old, so it's not worth suffering any more."

What he said was relatively simple and sloppy, but Zhou Congwen knew what his boss meant.

"Let's not talk about me, I made a choice, and your child's thinking is wrong." Huang Lao glanced at Zhou Congwen and continued, "I will leave the matter after my death to you."

Zhou Congwen wanted to vomit, but he held back in the end.

"I was chatting with Mr. Qian. He always believed that the Western technology tree was the wrong direction. But human beings, especially the Western world, lit up this direction and crushed... Alas, the poor and the weak, although they knew it was wrong, But we still have to survive first.”

"You succeed me as a strategic scientist. It would be the best if you can make achievements in the field of human science."

"Boss, in today's words, what you are talking about is the world of immortals, not the world of science."

"Whatever." Huang Lao said, "The neuron physiological electrical stimulation technology with the prefix is ​​already semi-mature. It would be the best if we can educate qualified doctors in batches."

Zhou Congwen scratched his head.

He vaguely sensed that the system in the upper right corner of his field of vision was the product of the neuron electrophysiological stimulation of the ghost.

Maybe I installed it on my former self many years later?

The grandmother paradox is a more difficult and complex problem than medical ethics, full of choices and pitfalls.

Zhou Congwen's spirit is fine, he certainly won't think about it now.

It's just that what the boss said today is of great importance. It seems that the boss doesn't know his secret, but all his words point to the system.

It turns out that this is a teaching software...

Zhou Congwen thought carefully about what he had done, feeling a little dazed in his heart.

"Don't believe in artificial intelligence, there has never been a savior in this world." Huang Lao said softly.

"boss……"

Zhou Congwen was about to turn the topic back when suddenly the door of the ward was pushed open, and Liu Wuyan and Shen Tianci strode in.

Seeing that their boss was in good spirits and the vital signs on the monitor were stable, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

"boss."

The two lowered their voices and said in unison.

"I'm back." Huang Lao smiled slightly, "Sit down."

"Boss, you..."

"I'm fine now."

Now, just now.

Both Liu Wuyan and Shen Tianci are aware of this point, the boss must be sustaining his life under the action of analgesic drugs and antihypertensive drugs.

Once the interlayer ruptures, it dies within seconds.

The two were silent, and tiptoely sat beside the boss to chat with the boss.

Zhou Congwen knew that his boss had finished what he wanted to say to him, so he stood in the corner and looked at his boss quietly.

What should a doctor do if a "patient" refuses surgery?

If it was another patient, Zhou Congwen would definitely comfort him and make the patient go away comfortably.

But if it were his own boss, Zhou Congwen was helpless.

The proprietress's words of being persistent like a ghost echoed in Zhou Congwen's heart all the time.

After traveling back by myself, the obsession in my heart is so strong, just like what the proprietress said - like a ghost.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Huang Lao chatted with two overseas students for nearly half an hour, smiling away all grievances, and finally patted Shen Tianci, the rest of the words were speechless.

People from the Chinese Academy of Sciences came to visit Mr. Huang, and the alert level was obviously higher by several levels, but after Mr. Huang's signal, Congwen did not leave next week.

He's the man who takes on the mantle of the boss, the man who's going to be the strategic scientist.

In any case, Huang was old and the conversation for several hours was quite mentally exhausting. After receiving batch after batch of people, Huang Lao signaled that he would take a break.

The proprietress sent everyone else away, including Zhou Congwen.

After Zhou Congwen came out, his eyes were dull and he lowered his head in thought.

That kind of paradox itself is a philosophical problem, and Zhou Congwen has never been willing to ponder it.It is Zhou Congwen's creed to think too much and not grow taller.

But when this problem was in front of him, Zhou Congwen also had a headache.

What to do when the trolley in the tram puzzle disappears and only the word puzzle remains?

Zhou Congwen didn't know either.

People came to comfort Zhou Congwen one after another, but no matter whether it was Xiao Kai or Shen Lang, Zhou Congwen ignored them.

He was thinking about one thing, one thing only.

After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Huang's lover came to Zhou Congwen's side.

"Zhou Congwen."

"Mistress."

"Old Huang auscultated and felt that it was almost done." Huang Lao's lover said softly, "He is going to sleep and pump sedative drugs and insulin."

insulin……

Hypoglycemia……

Die in sleep.

This may be the best option.