Artificial Intelligence and Human Intellectual Disability

"Blue, is it taken orally?" Kane asked, walking side by side with Bai Yang to the gate of the police station.

There was a police officer saluting in front of him, and Bai Yang calmly followed Kane back, his chin slightly closed, his eyes hidden under the brim of his hat: "Did you see it all?"

Kane seemed to be more awkward than the person involved, and a voice leaked through his teeth: "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Medical confinement, I guess." Bai Yang had already walked outside the door, standing in the sunlight, like a tall and straight tree, he saluted and said goodbye to Kane, "It's best to call an ambulance in advance, maybe it will be needed on."

Kane stood on the steps and replied: "Sounds like a prison escape? Don't tell me you gave him Hedinghong."

Bai Yang almost couldn't hold back his smile, and maintained a saluting posture: "The color is wrong, blue, not red. Where did you always hear it? It shouldn't be from Shen Ye, right?"

"That's it." Kane lowered his hand and raised his voice, "Inspector Warrant, please go slowly."

Twenty or 10 minutes later, the patrolling police officer "timely" discovered Shen Ye's abnormality, and the doctor in the prison area concluded after a preliminary examination: "He has a history of neuron disorder, this is the onset symptom, and the emergency is severe, send him to the hospital immediately! quick!"

A string of numbers on the medical examination instrument was fluttering red, and his heart rate was jumping up and down. Shen Ye's limbs were contracted and he was stuffed into the transfer stretcher. Blood flowed down the jaw with saliva.

This kind of onset of symptoms, no one would think it was a performance. The instrument never lied, and it dispelled some doubts in the eyes.

"Send it to Chunhui!" Kane made a final decision.

The adjutant reminded in a low voice: "Should Dean Shen avoid it?"

Kane's heavy eyes rolled over: "Are you worried that he will kill his own son to silence him, or do you think we are stupid enough to let the suspect escape? Only Chunhui can cure this disease!"

In the diagonal alley across the street, Bai Yang had already changed back into casual clothes, sat in the driver's seat with a mask and hood covering his face, and watched with his own eyes the busy and flustered group of people stuffing Shen Ye into the ambulance to send him away.

He took a deep breath, let go of his hands clenched on the steering wheel, wiped the sweat from his palms on his trouser legs, started the car, and walked in the opposite direction.

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"Shen Ye asked me to tell you to do a neuron pop test for Tai Ming immediately. Hurry up! Professor Wu Song of the Earls Union Academy of Sciences, contacting him may get important help."

Two message windows popped up in front of Shen Tongzhou. The one on the right was sent to him by his son's intelligent robot, and the content was incredible.Dean Shen almost thought that the good-looking guy was probably crazy or hacked, if it wasn't for the message on the left that was replied earlier.

A flashing red exclamation mark suddenly popped up on the light screen in front of him, and the postscript played automatically: Dean Shen!Come to the emergency room! ET3 consultation room, neuron disorder, Shen Ye!

Shen Tongzhou quickly jumped up from his chair, waved his hand to erase all the holographic dialog boxes in front of him, and ran to the door with his white robe fluttering.

In the scattered light spots, the handwriting just displayed can be vaguely pieced together in an instant. The message comes from: Wu Song, the content of the reply: It is recommended to perform neuron spectrum detection on the deceased, hurry up!

"Electrodes!" Shen Tongzhou directly cut off the clothes on Shen Ye's body. It was a prison uniform made of rough material, and it was an irritable orange.He attached a string of electrodes from the back of Shen Ye's neck to the tailbone: "Hold him, and the straitjacket is tight! Don't let him bite his tongue. The voltage is fine, and the frequency is adjusted to 1000 Hz."

Shen Tongzhou closed the treatment hatch and pressed the start button: "Everyone get out, including the police."

The last thing reflected in the pair of pupils who turned around was Shen Ye's body twisting and struggling suddenly under the stimulation of the current, and his stuffed mouth let out a vague and terrifying roar. The sound overflowing the bulkhead was no longer sharp, but still piercing. It pierced the eardrums of several people present, causing them to quicken their pace, and the person who came out finally closed the door.

Dorothy covered her lips with her hands, let out a suppressed sob, her shoulders trembled violently.The elderly head nurse dragged her away, and everyone felt uncomfortable.

Even though the media reported heavily, in Chunhui, no one, be it an ordinary person or a disabled person, really believed that Shen Ye would hurt others, and this trust did not stem from him being the son of the dean.

"Does this make you work too hard?" Shen Tongzhou put his hands in the pockets of his white uniform, his chest was hidden, showing a little stooped old look, "Everyone has the opportunity to choose, but you don't. Only when the end is over." Liberation, Ah Ye, you are right."

He raised his hand and pressed heavily on the stop button, the current disappeared, and Shen Ye's body trembled uncontrollably under the aftermath. After a while, he finally stopped moving.

Shen Tongzhou's communication received a message, and the tentacles flicked open, his pupils trembled violently, and in front of him was a copy of Taiming's neuron pop test report, and the PDI showed a value of 1137!

He hasn't!not at all!Anyone is allowed to test Taimin!He hasn't made a decision yet!

Shen Tongzhou spun out of the treatment room like a gust of wind, faster than he came to rescue his son.

The two police officers outside the door jumped up in shock. The one who reacted quickly had leaned over and opened the door to enter, inspected around, and the other guarded the passage, almost drawing a gun.

"He's here, it's all right." One said to the other.The latter let out a sigh of relief, and loosened his hands from the back: "What are you doing!"

It seems that the suspect's sick number will not be returned to the confinement/closed room of the police station for a while. The danger level is A. Even temporary medical confinement/confinement must be guarded on the ground in three shifts 24 hours a day.

The slightly older one patted the nervous young man on the shoulder: "Brother, relax, the weak chicken and sick seedling inside, it will be difficult to stand up in three or five days, not to mention he is still wearing our bracelet, as long as he can breathe It’s easy to say, if you die, it’s the fault of the hospital. Now there’s not enough manpower everywhere, even the sheriff has to send himself out to run to the scene, and someone will come to replace him at some point, save some effort, there are still people at night I have to endure it!"

The young man also felt that he had overreacted just now, so he explained embarrassingly: "I am afraid that someone will harm him, and there is nothing we can do if he cannot be cured. My friend's mother's sister's son has read his brain and always feels...he doesn't look like a bad person."

"Heh," the older man leaned his head against the wall, his eyes half-closed and scoffed, "good or bad is not written on the forehead, know people and know faces... well, I'll take a nap for a while, and I'll let you rest later. I have experience in the job..."

Not long after, the old policeman had already fallen asleep with his head tilted.

The young one was still worried, and sometimes opened the door to listen to the movement, and if a nurse with a familiar face came, he would be happy to let them in, not only afraid that Shen Ye would be silenced, but also that he would die of illness quietly.

He thought, what the senior just said is right, who can see who at a glance is just an intuitive impression, but he still decided to wait for the verdict to put the crime on the head of the person before he can spit and hate the other party with peace of mind. After all, he chose Occupation is about fairness and justice.

During this period, Dorothy was naturally the one who came the most, either for medication or inspections, and she also brought some snacks that she and other colleagues secretly entrusted her to bring into the ward.

When Shen Ye woke up, it was already dark, and he could faintly hear sweet voices outside the door, and a small warm orange lamp was lit by the bedside.

He curled up under the quilt, changed into a hospital gown, and the sequelae of dizziness and tinnitus had not yet disappeared. He touched his right wrist with his left hand, and his fingertips circled around the cold metal, sighing.

Dorothy bought the red bean milk tea from a nearby online celebrity shop for the two police officers out of her own pocket. Her voice was the same type of cool and sweet. She asked the two officers to check the items she brought into the ward. spring peach.

After getting permission, she flashed in the door, and the little girl's eye circles could not help but turn red again. She sat beside Shen Ye's bed, opened the steaming lunch box, and silently squeezed a spoon to feed the patient porridge.

Shen Ye took two sips, his stomach rebelled, and he refused to eat any more. "My dad, where is he?"

At this question, Dorothy pursed her lips, and she couldn't wipe away the tears with her hands: "How could this happen? It's been fine all the time, why can't it be fine forever and ever? Look at you, I like it." It doesn't matter if I'm not me. It's fine for everyone to be well, why suddenly..."

"And Tai Ming, how could Tai Ming be affected by mental power?! He is a disabled person, is this world crazy?"

"The dean has locked himself in the laboratory since he got Tai Ming's examination report. Dr. Shen, they are all saying that you are a strange person, and the strange person may not necessarily be the murderer. Mother Tia is still a special person!"

Shen Ye stretched out her slender wrist, pressed the back of Dorothy's hand with difficulty, and left immediately: "Then why do you dare to come, are you not afraid that I will influence you?"

He lowered his eyelashes when he spoke, showing the indifference that he usually doesn't look at.

Dorothy stared at the buckle on his wrist, startled, and sobbed, "Because you are a good doctor and a good person, why should I be afraid of someone who won't hurt me at all?"

"Is that so, do the good guys a favor, can you open the window a little?" Shen Ye rolled up the quilt tightly, seeming more tired.

Dorothy was puzzled: "It's less than ten degrees tonight, are you sure you want to sleep with the window open?"

"Open it up," Shen Ye insisted, "I want to get some air."

Dorothy had no choice but to follow him, opened the window thinly and narrowly, and piled up the curtains to block the cool wind that penetrated. After checking that all the instruments were operating normally, she closed the door and retreated.

It was night, the older policeman who had woken up from a nap was full of energy, went back to the toilet and passed the vending machine, bought two cups of hot coffee, and handed one of them to the young policeman.

"Milk tea is made for little girls to drink and play with. You have to rely on it to stay up late. Enough energy!"

In a blink of an eye, he added insincerely: "Don't rely on your youth to hold on, there is a brother watching, and you can squint for a while when you are sleepy."

The young police officer was flattered and drank his coffee. After a while, his heavy eyelids dropped, and he dozed off against the back of his chair. Even the slight noise from the door of the ward couldn't wake him up.

The old policeman sat outside the door, his eyes were awkward, he didn't look like an old fried dough stick that had been boiled for an hour, every hair was as sharp as a radar, but he was deaf to the sound inside the door.

Bai Yang pried open the window sill, lightly fell down on the window sill, hesitated for a moment, and closed the old window sash tightly with a creak.

He has first-class skills, coming and going without a trace, and Nai He's hardware is holding him back!Without doing anything, Bai Yang leaned close to the door and clicked the lock from the inside.

Shen Xiaoye, your hospital doesn't make any money, and you are allowed to support your family, I feel so sorry for you!

Bai Yang shivered from the coldness all over his body, took out the lunch box that had been warmed all the way from his arms, leaned over, and kissed the sleeping beauty awake.