Practicing business and practicing medicine

Lijin High-tech Development Zone, No. 173 Bowang South Street, Beicheng Art Exhibition Center.

The scale of the exhibition was not that big. It was regarded as a technical exchange meeting held within a special industry. The corresponding publicity work was not done at all, and no one prepared the advertisements. Looking at the format, at most, a few notices were posted on the internal website, and various There are a lot of articles uploaded on the official account, and the popularity seems to be pretty good.

Qi Yuewei suggested going there early so that you could grab some high-quality promotional materials. Bian Mu was preparing a "digital medicine" project, so it could be a reference.

At 8:21 in the morning, Qi Yuewei made a special drive to accompany Bian Mu to the small square in the parking lot.

There were no advertising balloons, colorful flags, flower baskets, etc. to enhance the atmosphere. However, the parking lot was already full of vehicles of all kinds, and near the edge of the green belt, shared bicycles, both manual and electric, were neatly packed. There are seven or eight rows arranged. Needless to say, the venue should be quite popular.

Talking and laughing all the way, Qi Yuewei accompanied Bian Mu up the steps. The entrance hall of the art exhibition center was built magnificently. There were six steps from the small square to the main door. The number of steps on each step varied. The higher the steps, the higher the steps. The smaller the slope, ergonomically speaking, this design helps relieve the pressure on the human knee joint.

Bian Mu is proficient in orthopedics and deliberately calculated carefully for a long time, thinking that he might be able to learn from it in knee joint rehabilitation treatment in the future.

At this moment, Bian Mu's cell phone rang.

Nurse Ye’s phone number.

Deliberately choosing a wide step, Bian Mu stopped and answered.

"Just now, a man sent five oil paintings. They were well packed. He said that Professor Shen asked him to send them here. Do you want me to open the packaging box in front of him and check it?" Nurse Ye asked on the other end of the phone. .

"I know about this. The visitor may be a student of Professor Shen. There is no need to check, and it is not a valuable painting. But... I keep those oil paintings for my use. Please help me find a safe place upstairs to collect them. Are there many people hanging out at the moment?" Bian Mu asked on the other end of the phone.

"There are as many as usual. Today is okay. Doctor Teng can help and give some guidance. Although he still refuses to get started, the guidance is still different. At least I don't have to be so busy. By the way! Two groups of patients came just now. Maybe the person who registered with us is the kind of person who has a follower. I heard that you didn't come to the clinic in the morning and left without changing the number. It seems that you should be a resident of a nearby high-end community. You have to be mentally prepared. ! There will be more and more similar patients in the future. If you ask me, we have to increase the consultation fee."

"Hahaha... Here we go again! Let's discuss it again! Let's see what those AI therapeutic devices are thinking about. You guys are suffering!"

"Hey! You are busy with your business, we are here! Stop talking, I will let the man move the painting upstairs first, hang up!" After that, Nurse Ye hung up the phone.

"Oil painting? By a famous artist?" Bian Mu's phone call was rarely picked up. Qi Yuewei heard a few words and asked casually with a smile.

"Although the works written by a patient are not written by famous artists, but...she has quite good skills and is extremely skilled in various brushwork techniques. Let's put it this way...get it from the heart, pay attention to it in the hand, pick it up with ease, and achieve success with the brushstrokes." ...She has reached this state easily." As she walked forward, she gave a few brief introductions with a smile.

Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, music, dance... Qi Yuewei has been taking compulsory courses in her spare time since she was a child. Although she doesn't like those humanistic education subjects very much, she still has some skills in painting, and she feels happy listening to it. Qi Yuewei became a little curious about the patient's high evaluation.

"This rating is still low! Why do you think they are all top-notch experts, male and female?"

"Female, in her early thirties, from a good family. She is unfortunate and very ill."

"How pitiful! How far is the treatment now?"

"Her daily life and diet have basically returned to normal levels, especially in terms of sleep. The progress has been rapid. Originally, I was particularly worried that she would suffer from that kind of incurable heart disease at such a young age. She is only thirty! It would ruin most of her life. It’s over!”

"Oh...are you going to search for some clues from her masterpiece?"

"Yeah! But...the clue I'm looking for...it seems like there's a ticket check over there. Have you brought your ticket?" As they said that, the two of them had already arrived at the gate, and Bian Mu smiled and reminded them.

"Ouch! I'm taking it with me! This is yours." As she spoke, Qi Yuewei took out two VIP tickets from her handbag and handed one of them to Bian Mu.

After entering the door, the two went straight to the AI ​​pulse measuring device exhibition area.

Oops! Everyone is curious, and just like what Su Linwen said, there are already more than a hundred people waiting in line at the AI ​​pulse-taking area to be treated by the electronic doctor.

Bian Mu and the others got VIP tickets, so no one would say anything even if they didn't line up.

Coming closer, Bian Mu looked at it carefully for a while. It was different from the traditional Chinese medicine pulse detection. It was in the opposite direction. Each audience member had to put the palm of his hand down and place the part of his body in the photosensitive area. Moreover, the young staff next to him also Don’t forget to remind each audience member to stretch out their fingers and try to keep their posture as still as possible.

Not far away, two high-definition screens, one large and one small, displayed the same content. The pulse waveform diagram looked very similar to the electrocardiogram diagram.

Bian Mu discovered that collecting biological information from viewers mainly comes from six data lines. Each data line is connected to a microelectrode, and an electronic chip with a relatively high degree of AI should be integrated under the electrode.

"What information can be collected from the six electrode pads?" Qi Yuewei asked curiously.

"I don't really understand. I think it should be body temperature, pressure sensing, wave stabilizer, anti-interference, balancer... etc. After all, wearing an AI hat may be more complicated and difficult than we imagined. Be more intelligent!" He folded his arms, thinking to himself, and responded with a few words with a smile.

"Isn't it a little too quick to get the diagnosis? Isn't it accurate?"

"That's for sure. Even if the changes in the human body's pulse are not combined with other diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine, there are at least more than 60,000 basic changes. Even if they electronically convert all the classic pulses into symbols that can be interpreted by artificial intelligence and input them into the chip memory How many changes can be captured by just 6 data wires? The combination of two sets of data may not even cover 30% of basic diseases, so... at most it is just a useful scientific attempt, and it is still far from a real electronic pulse diagnosis. There's a huge difference!" Lowering his voice, Bian Mu replied with a smile.

"Let me tell you! In less than ten minutes, the diagnosis results and prescription suggestions are all out. I remember that the average time it takes you to take a pulse is at least 10 minutes. Sometimes, it even takes about 20 minutes."

"That's a difficult and complicated disease. Normally, it takes me at least ten minutes to be sure. Mr. Nie and the others may need less time. Look! There is a reminder over there that this kind of pulse measuring device is just a new scientific technology. The trial of ideas cannot be used as a reference for clinical diagnosis. If you really feel any discomfort, you have to go to a regular hospital to find a regular doctor for diagnosis. The attitude is quite rigorous. Overall, it still took a lot of thinking."

While the two were discussing there, a male audience member who was trying to use electronic pulse sensing asked with a smile: "Can your machine detect the happy pulse?"

As soon as this statement came out, there was a burst of laughter around the scene.