The "Digital Human" project of the University of Tokyo has been developed for more than 40 years.
The "digital human" built using supercomputers can be said to be the world's top simulation technology.
Digital humans are widely used in the medical field, such as pharmaceuticals. You can use the platform's dedicated drug experiment model to simulate human experiments on drugs. This kind of simulation can last for several years or even more than a dozen years in just a few hours.
The data that can only be obtained from real experiments in 2017 has greatly improved the speed of drug development.
The main source of funding behind this laboratory is the Fujiwara family.
After Fujiwara Tanio fell ill, professors at Tokyo University Hospital used this technology to conduct various simulations.
The previous simulation results showed only a 10% success probability, and the successful cases appeared late in the simulation.
To put this conclusion into reality, doctors need to accumulate thousands of operations to achieve this 10% success rate.
Now that Fujiwara Tanio's condition has changed, he simulated it again, ten thousand times, without success.
At the Forest Hongo Hotel, Fujiwara Tanio saw Yang Ping. He handed Yang Ping a written document with a heavy face, which had been translated into Chinese.
This information is the conclusion of the supercomputer simulation surgery at the University of Tokyo.
"Dr. Yang, this is a surgical report simulated by the University of Tokyo's supercomputer using a digital human. I hope it can give you some help."
Regardless of the outcome, Masao Fujiwara has no intention of changing his plan.
Because supercomputers have also simulated that if there is no surgery, the probability of death due to tumor bleeding within 24 hours is 90%, and the mortality rate within 72 hours is 100%.
Therefore, no matter whether you have surgery or not, you cannot escape the outcome.
Active surgery can be regarded as an effort.
Yang Ping just flipped through the report and then closed it.
"Let's have surgery at eight o'clock in the evening. This thing is meaningless. Digital people cannot simulate real people, and case models built using digital people are even more distorted."
Yang Ping doesn't want to bother looking at these things anymore.
Fujiwara Masao thought that Yang Ping would give up the operation after seeing this thing, but he didn't expect that he seemed to have no reaction at all to the report, not even the slightest disturbance.
"Dr. Yang, if the super computer simulates it 10,000 times, the patient will die."
Takahashi thought it would be best for Yang Ping to take a look, at least to provide some reference for the operation.
Yang Ping waved his hand: "This broken machine is of no use."
What he invested in billions of dollars to build was described as a useless piece of machinery.
Fujiwara Masao was made dumbfounded by Yang Ping.
Yang Ping didn't mean to ridicule this thing, but he had done so many surgeries in the system space, and he already knew many things clearly in his heart. He only believed in himself. He really didn't want to waste time paying attention to these, he just wanted to rest quietly and recharge his batteries.
Rui, wait until the time of surgery to concentrate and complete it in one go.
Masao Fujiwara can't say much about Yang Ping's attitude. Since Dr. Yang is the surgeon, he seems a bit distrustful if he continues to struggle with this matter.
"Then take a good rest, Dr. Yang. The patient will be sent to the operating room on time at eight o'clock."
Fujiwara Masao hurriedly bid farewell to Yang Ping and rushed to the special care ward.
Many people have gathered in the doctor's office, including Ito, Ikeda, Komori, Matsui and others.
"How about it? What did Dr. Yang say?"
Masao Fujiwara shook his head: "He said that the operation should be carried out as planned."
"You didn't show him the report?"
"After seeing it, he said that the simulation of this broken machine has no reference value."
Masao Fujiwara had no choice but to tell the truth.
Professor Ito was confused: "He really said that?"
"The original words are indeed like this. The plan remains unchanged and the operation will start at eight o'clock! The simulation of conservative treatment is also very clear. There is a 90% probability of death within 24 hours and a 100% probability of death within 72 hours. Let's go all out
Right."
Originally, Ito was already inclined to support surgery, and he now had no doubts about Yang Ping's surgical ability, but the specific condition of Fujiwara Tanio's current condition is really incredible.
With Dr. Yang's knowledge and ability, he would not recklessly perform surgery regardless of the consequences. What is the reason?
Forget about the absolute contraindications to surgery, the super computer simulates the surgery, and there is 100% death.
Any doctor in the world would definitely give up after seeing this result.
But he remained indifferent and continued the operation.
Is it just to gain surgical experience?
Now that Fujiwara Masao has decided, Ito can’t say anything.
"Did he mention any way to stop the bleeding?"
"Continue to replenish coagulation factors after surgery, and the coagulation function will slowly recover in 5-7 days after surgery, but we can't wait now, not even overnight, let alone 5-7 days."
The dignified Professor Fujiwara of Todai Hospital was confused by Yang Ping. Even if he tried hard, he couldn't figure out why Yang Ping looked so confident.
It’s obviously impossible!
What a headache.
"I'll go out for a moment, you guys wait a moment."
Masao Fujiwara went to communicate with his brother before the operation, while Mitsui and Komori stayed with professors Ito and Ikeda.
None of them intends to take a break tonight and must observe the entire operation.
Masao Fujiwara saw his younger brother in the family rest room of the special care ward.
"How was it?"
Fujiwara Soao is very anxious.
Masao Fujiwara handed a thick report to his younger brother: "Simulation by the supercomputer of Tokyo University Hospital, the intraoperative mortality rate is 100%---"
Fujiwara Sooo was very disappointed: "What about conservative treatment?"
"The probability of death within 24 hours is 90%, and the mortality rate within 72 hours is 100%."
Fujiwara Takeo took a deep breath.
"The family elders agreed not to interfere with the medical plan, what should we do now? I listen to you, you are a doctor."
Fujiwara Naoko leaned back in his chair, his eyes empty.
"The matter has reached this point, we have no choice, let's have surgery. Even if there is no hope, we have tried hard. If we do nothing, we will regret it. Our efforts are like moths rushing to the flame, but also with a sincere heart."
"I agree with your decision, it's a last-ditch effort!"
"The situation---can it be sustained?"
Fujiwara Masao didn't want to ask these things at first, but no matter what, they are brothers.
The younger brother nodded: "I hope my uncle can spend tonight and return to his duties, otherwise the world will fall apart."
"It is medically impossible, he will not survive tonight." Fujiwara Masao must reiterate.
Masao Fujiwara saw the tears in his younger brother's eyes, and he knew that the relationship between his younger brother, sister, and uncle was like that of father and son.
"This is an irresistible natural law of life. This time, the supercomputer used almost all of its computing power to conduct human body simulations that are the most advanced, complex and realistic in the world today. Ten thousand times, they all failed. This result is almost
It can be regarded as a fact. I believe that this report has long been in the hands of the elders and your opponents. Moreover, they grasp the disease faster than you and me. Therefore, you must be prepared to deal with everything tonight.
Prepare for the unexpected.”
"I'm a doctor, and I don't want to get involved in these family affairs. However, you are my brother, and I must remind you that once your uncle's heart stops tonight, according to family rules, you will automatically become the official president and head of the Fujiwara family.
If they touch you again at that time, they will become enemies of the entire family and challenge the family tradition."
"They know the results of the surgical simulation and will definitely take measures against you before the operation. At this time, you are the most vulnerable. Even if they take any measures against you, it will not cause a huge shock. I sometimes think about the family's
Is tradition testing the ability of transitioners? I'm really worried about you. Miyuki and I can't help you, so take care of yourself."
Masao Fujiwara is just a doctor, but his brother is in a whirlpool, and he is still very nervous.
"Brother, thank you. Your words are enough. Our three brothers and sisters have been abandoned by the Fujiwara family. If it weren't for my uncle's cultivation, I wouldn't be where I am today. I just saw my uncle. During the operation, I
I have to deal with some things, so I can't stay with him, please." Fujiwara Masao sat up straight.
"I'm afraid Tokyo won't be peaceful tonight, right?" Masao Fujiwara stretched his neck.
Fujiwara Soo-o responded calmly: "It will definitely be peaceful."
"Let's go see him again. Where is Miyuki? I'll call Miyuki here." Fujiwara Masao picked up the phone.
The face of the younger brother opposite him was already covered with tears. Masao Fujiwara knew that his younger brother had a deeper feeling for his uncle than anyone else.
Miyuki hurried over with tears in her eyes.
"While we are still breathing, let's see him again."
Fujiwara Masao got up, took his younger siblings, and walked along a passage in the special care ward. Through the glass, he could see his uncle from a distance.
Fujiwara Sooo suddenly stopped progressing.
"Child boy?"
"Go ahead, let me stand here and take another look."
"What's wrong, boy?"
"Go---"
Fujiwara Masao didn't know why his brother stopped. Maybe he felt too uncomfortable, so he nodded and continued walking along the corridor with Miyuki, and then entered the special care ward from the wind tunnel corridor.
"Goodbye, uncle, I will definitely become the strongest and lead the Fujiwara family into the future!"
Fujiwara Soao bowed, raised his head after a long time, and then turned around without looking back, but his face was full of tears.
Scene after scene from the past emerges in my mind.
"Do it and chop the sword in your hand, you bastard!"
"Uncle, your arm has been injured."
"This is your best chance to win against me. Don't be merciful, otherwise, you will fall under the enemy's sword."
"No, I can't do this."
"Get up, get up. Now that we have a duel, don't be merciful. Listen, if one day you can take charge of the Fujiwara family, you will be one of the strongest men in Japan. No one can be an obstacle to you.
, including me, you will have no friends, no relatives, everything will be a pawn."
"I can't do it!"
"You must do it, come over and chop my injured arm."
Fujiwara Soao gritted his teeth and struck out with a sword, hitting his uncle's injured arm.
"Uncle, how are your arms---"
"Very good! You have finally eliminated your inner demons. If one day, you have to do this, no matter who it is, don't hesitate. Seize the opportunity. You must draw your sword and don't let your uncle down."
That was when Soko Fujiwara was practicing kendo with his uncle. Soko Fujiwara never had a chance to win.
One day, his uncle's arm was injured, and Fujiwara Soo-o was unable to use his sword against his uncle, which made his uncle very angry.
"Uncle, I won't let you down."
"Let me compete with them tonight."
Fujiwara Takeo straightened his tie, wiped away his tears, and took a deep breath.
