I am weak and friendly

Chapter 61: I hope the big shots will listen to my suggestions.

Tang Yiping felt the old man's grip on his hand slowly loosen. He pulled his hand away from the old man's, placed his hand back down, and looked at the sleeping old man, feeling a strange sadness.

When Tang Yiping helped Zhang Zitong last time, he actually felt a sense of joy and hope.

With his help, although it is still unlikely that Zhang Zitong will live a completely normal life, he has overcome a huge obstacle.

The future is full of hope.

But this time, no matter how much help they give him, he only has three days at most.

It's Friday night.

When I went to work again on Monday, the old man should have already passed away.

He always felt that his life was already very short, after all, he might not live past 25.

But now, he suddenly realized.

For some people, all that's left in their lives is an ordinary weekend.

I was lying in bed wasting time scrolling through my phone while simultaneously hating myself for wasting my weekend.

It is the only life left for some people.

This realization weighed heavily on Tang Yiping's heart.

But he might be unable to do anything.

If others can't contact the old man's son, how can he possibly do so?
Although he promised the old man, it's impossible to do that, isn't it?

"I'll stay here for the next couple of days," Tang Yiping said. "If it makes him more comfortable..."

This may be the only thing he can do.

"I'll go prepare your daily necessities!" Before Qiu Zhaodong could speak, the round-faced nurse turned and ran, as if afraid that Qiu Zhaodong would stop her.

“Well… thank you, Tang,” Qiu Zhaodong said.

Actually, no one should be allowed to stay here to provide care, since everyone has their own dedicated nurse.

However, this is a private ward, so it won't affect others. Besides, given the elderly person's condition, bacteria, viruses, or other infections brought in by outsiders wouldn't even last through the incubation period before the elderly person passed away.

We still don't know who's harming whom.

"By the way, Tang!" Qiu Zhaodong wanted to leave, but lingered and circled the old man's bed twice before saying to Tang Yiping, "Could you help me install your version of the software on my phone? How did you install it? Do you have the installation package?"

There really isn't one.

Tang Yiping was a little troubled.

Should I learn something like app development?
Brother Bao, if you were sensible, you should have unleashed your skills.

But... does Brother Bao know how to package an app?
Besides, we can't just let Bao Ge take all the profits...

Even the best sheep will eventually be sheared bald... although Brother Bao was already a bit bald to begin with.

"No?" Qiu Zhaodong asked, somewhat disappointed.

"There is no installation package for the latest version, but it can be installed in the test environment. This may be a bit troublesome and will take some time to configure the environment..."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll learn too." Qiu Zhaodong leaned closer.

He really wanted to learn.

Having witnessed firsthand the effects of Tang Yiping's version on the old man, he was even more eager to use it in his own daily treatments.

In other professions, someone his age might have already given up and stopped learning new things. After all, he only has a little over ten years left before retirement, so there's no need to keep pushing himself. He should hand things over to his students and give them a chance.

But being a doctor is a profession where one must learn until old age, and this software, in particular, has opened a completely new door for him in his career.

It could rewrite the treatment paradigm for all brain injuries, the assessment of brain function, and even a whole host of other standards.

This is revolutionary.

How many times in a lifetime can one experience such a dramatic turn of events?

At this moment, Qiu Zhaodong seemed to be experiencing a burst of youthful exuberance despite his advanced age.

So, Tang Yiping explained the setup process to Qiu Zhaodong as he installed the equipment.

A moment later, the chief physician, who was nearly fifty years old, fainted.

"Let me install it for you," Tang Yiping said.

What could Qiu Zhaodong say? He could only rub his throbbing temples and give Tang Yiping a thumbs up: "Young people these days are amazing! Impressive! You can even do this!"

"That's what I studied!" Tang Yiping said modestly.

"You know, this thing is so complicated to install, the person who developed it must be incredibly talented!" Qiu Zhaodong said. "I really want to meet this genius!"

"The reason this installation is so troublesome is because the developers are too incompetent and lack the ability to adapt to various environments..." Tang Yiping said.

“Hey, Tang, you can’t say that,” Qiu Zhaodong interrupted him seriously. “You’re not a medical professional, and you probably don’t have any brain injury patients around you. You don’t know how powerless we feel when facing some patients, how helpless we feel when facing their families. You also don’t know how painful it is to be unable to communicate with people and to be unable to control yourself…”

Qiu Zhaodong said, “We are so eager for new technologies to emerge, and we desperately hope to find ways to alleviate our patients’ suffering and treat them. One of my senior colleagues has been dedicated to cutting-edge technology research. He is currently leading a medical team and collaborating with a company that develops brain-computer interfaces, hoping to change this situation through cutting-edge research. He recommended this software to me. He said that the person who created this is a genius. What so many people on his team wanted to do but couldn’t, was solved by a piece of software, making them seem utterly useless…”

Tang Yiping suddenly felt that it didn't really matter whether he said he wrote it or not.

Actually, the sense of accomplishment from having your work recognized and appreciated by others is much stronger than praising yourself.

"Then, Uncle," Tang Yiping asked Qiu Zhaodong, "what additional functions do you think this software would need for clinical use?"

He paused, then continued, "Besides installing a convenient app..."

He really doesn't know how to do this right now; he needs to learn.

“Yes, I think it would be great if it had two functions,” Qiu Zhaodong said. “One is switching users. We face patients of different degrees, symptoms, and ages every day. It would be too troublesome to calibrate every time we switch to a different patient. It’s such a waste to have to recalibrate after all the hard work of calibrating before…”

"That's a good idea," Tang Yiping thought about his own technology stack, "this is very simple to implement."

"anything else?"

"Another good thing would be a recording function," Qiu Zhaodong said. "It would record all the conversations, so if there are any misunderstandings or errors in interaction, it can be checked and corrected later. It could also be created as a record document for easy archiving, and we doctors could have a record too..."

This suggestion is also excellent. Sometimes it's inconvenient to proofread and correct immediately, so you can review it later and continuously improve the accuracy of your communication until it's close to 100%.

"If we can get in touch with this big shot, we can give him feedback," Qiu Zhaodong said.

Okay, I've received it, sir.

Tang Yiping felt that he wouldn't be bored tonight; with a little effort, he could release a new version.

Strangely, he didn't feel tired at all; instead, he felt full of fighting spirit.

Perhaps I can't do anything for Grandpa Du, but I can do something for more people.

Just as Tang Yiping was rubbing his hands together, ready to get to work, the round-faced nurse suddenly returned. She rushed in excitedly and said, "Director, Tang, I have an idea!"

(End of this chapter)