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This speech,
though it came from a man,
seemed to Father at this moment
as melodious as the music of heaven. There was hope, haha, there was hope, how wonderful, how wonderful... Father’s emotions were beyond words. Had he been at home, he might have wanted to shout out loud.
But this was the hospital.
He could only suppress the excitement in his heart.
"Please, save my daughter," Father pleaded.
"Don’t worry, please wait a moment."
Saying this,
the young doctor tapped a few times on the table in front of him and looked up, "Okay, the medicine is prescribed. In a while, take your card to the medical center on the eighth floor, get the injection, fetch the medicine."
"Doctor, how much will this all cost? How long will it take to heal?" Father cautiously asked.
The doctor smiled.
"Your daughter’s condition is serious, so the treatment will take a longer time, and the cost will also be higher. In terms of time, she should be cured within a month at the latest. As for the medical expenses, it totals fifty thousand and seven hundred RMB, and we guarantee a cure."
Upon hearing the first part,
Father was extremely nervous, fearing he couldn’t afford it. He was prepared to go to any lengths, even selling his possessions and borrowing money. However, hearing that his daughter could be cured within a month, he was stunned.
And upon hearing the cost for a guaranteed cure,
only ecstasy remained in his heart.
It wasn’t expensive.
Truly not expensive.
Especially for a guaranteed cure, considering this disease used to be a bottomless pit.
Glancing at Father’s attire,
one could tell he wasn’t from a wealthy home.
The young doctor kindly suggested, "Since it’s not a surgical disease, hospitalization isn’t needed. During this period, you’ll need to find a place to stay nearby and bring your daughter to the hospital daily. The timing is up to you, but it must be every day."
"If your family is in financial difficulty, you can apply for a disease loan with us. You can repay it slowly over the next five years. It is interest-free. We are actively negotiating with your country, and when the time comes, these loans will be transferred to the ICBC under your name."
As far as he knew,
Huaxia’s ICBC was already actively negotiating with the Myanmar Bank Group.
It wouldn’t be long
before they could launch this kind of service.
Hearing this,
Father shook his head vigorously.
"I’m not taking a loan. I can still borrow over fifty thousand RMB. The key is to cure my daughter." Before, when treating this disease, it was a bottomless pit, making borrowing money difficult; now with an upper limit, borrowing would be much easier.
"Don’t worry, we have already clinically cured over thirty different leukemia patients. Your daughter’s disease isn’t incurable with us," the doctor said with a smile.
"But... could there be a relapse?" Father worriedly asked.
"Within ten years, if your daughter’s leukemia recurs, we will treat her for free," the doctor assured. This was the Group’s policy, but it only applied to a few dozen types of blood and immune diseases.
Otherwise,
take lung cancer, for example.
You’re cured but continue to smoke daily, aggravating the damage—how could the hospital be expected to foot the bill again? Impossible.
"That’s great, thank you, thank you."
"You should go for the treatment now."
"Okay, okay."
Father walked out, thanking them as he left.
He hurried upstairs. As he walked, he felt invigorated. He didn’t witness the treatment process at the medical center, but according to his daughter, it seemed she’d had injections, or maybe not,
since she felt nothing.
She only saw the nurse place a tube of pale green liquid into a slot.
Then,
that was it... His daughter couldn’t describe it clearly either.
The whole thing lasted but three minutes.
"This is your daughter’s medicine. Come to fetch it daily. She’s taken one just now. Have another after dinner tonight, and then for the next twenty days, come every day. The best time is in the morning, to keep a regular schedule. As for her diet, keep it light."
The nurse handed over something that looked like jelly.
"Thank you, thank you."
Father was curious,
Could it really cure her? But he dared not question.
Exiting the hospital,
he still felt a bit dazed.
The whole experience felt like a dream, seeing no established doctors, only young ones—had it not been for this massive enterprise, he might have thought he was scammed.
They even said
paying after the cure was possible.
In other words, besides the hundred RMB for registration and getting a card, he hadn’t spent a dime on medical fees.
However,
the pressing matter
was to find a place to stay. They had arrived hastily, and nearby hotels were all booked. He’d assumed his daughter would be hospitalized, and he would have been fine sleeping in the hospital hallways, but hospitalization was unnecessary.
He could manage,
but his daughter couldn’t spend a month on the streets with him.
...
This method of treatment
gradually spread, piquing the curiosity of major medical equipment companies, all wanting to buy it to dissect and study. However, the Myanmar Medical Group declared—they wouldn’t sell. They needed it for themselves.
Even at a higher price,
they weren’t interested in the money.
Since the Myanmar Medical Group hadn’t disclosed the functionalities of these devices, the outside world didn’t know much. If they truly knew, they would probably go crazy because these devices could perform all medical examinations.
Apart from the circular detection instruments,
scientists also developed medical cabins.
Many minor surgeries
could be completed by a robotic arm, directed by the intelligent medical solution generation system, with just an experienced doctor supervising to avoid accidents.
The efficiency
was more than ten times that of regular surgeries, which was still Tang Qing making an effort to keep it controlled. The efficiency of the machinery could drive people mad; if let loose, the speed could be increased by more than double.
However,
Tang Qing wasn’t planning to release these surgical medical cabins just yet—only the detection instruments and intelligent medical solutions. Each patient would have a treatment plan generated by Little Two, with the doctor reviewing and signing off.
Otherwise,
many doctors would be out of work.
But,
Tang Qing believed it was a trend.
A doctor
can gain only so much experience in a lifetime, see only so many patients. But if it’s left to medical big data, that experience can span tens of millions, even billions, of cases.
That would be the ultimate doctor.
Thus,
Tang Qing was a strong advocate for increasingly detailed, data-driven medical examinations. Data speaks volumes. If you rely on inspection, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation, how could big data handle that?
The more data, the more precise the solutions.
And at Little Two’s,
apart from its immense data processing capabilities,
there are billions of case studies.
The industrialization of the medical industry
would surely move towards medical industrialization, standardization, procedural flow. In that case, doctors could find it awkward, their lifetime’s accumulated experience falling short of big data’s split-second analysis.
Therefore,
to avoid abruptly cutting off the livelihoods of most doctors worldwide,
Tang Qing thought,
it’s better to take it easy.
Not to be so cruel.
