Chapter 834

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Protagonist:

Fang Ziye

Chen Guangbai's eyebrows twitched awkwardly: "Then according to Ziye's meaning...?"

Fang Ziye answered: "Medicine is an empirical medicine; whether it is Traditional Chinese Medicine or Modern Medicine, it has always been so."

"I once heard a teacher say such words: that one cannot use Modern Medicine's methods to violently structure Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"However, based on my own experience now, I want to boldly but cautiously add a postscript to this sentence——"

"Although we cannot use Modern Medicine's methods to violently structure Traditional Chinese Medicine, we can borrow the thinking of mathematics, physics, and statistics to continue Traditional Chinese Medicine's development."

"My idea is actually very simple."

"For example, in acute and unpredictable events like myocardial infarction, according to Modern Medicine's statistics, patients with hypertension, hyperlipidemia, and diabetes have a higher probability of myocardial infarction occurrence than ordinary people."

"This is a kind of big data, based on the statistical analysis of real data."

"So, if according to my idea, if Uncle Chen you and I, all of us really want to predict this kind of unknown event, then we must do mass sampling."

"For example, we analyze the pulse images, physical signs, etc. of all patients who have had their pulse taken by recognized skilled Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners, and then continuously follow up."

"Track them until patient death, trace back the cause of death. Based on the cause of death, reverse-infer the specific situation of the pulse image at the time of pulse-taking."

"If we can reverse-infer a certain pulse image through patients' different causes of death, even if this pulse image has not appeared in Traditional Chinese Medicine classics, we must also learn to define it ourselves."

"That is to say, we may need to originally create some 'pseudo-death pulses'……"

Fang Ziye saw Chen Guangbai getting anxious, his eyeballs darting around, and hurriedly soothed: "Uncle Chen, this isn't something that can be accomplished in a day or two."

"The premise of our originally creating pulse images is respecting the classics; first follow the classic medical classics, first try to use classic pulse images to conduct general analysis of sudden events……"

"Modern Medicine up to now has no particularly direct premonitory analysis results for premonitory events; it can only conduct retrospective analysis after sudden events occur."

"Traditional Chinese Medicine cannot use Modern Medicine's theory to violently structure, but it certainly can use statistics' basic methods to deconstruct, even reshape."

"Because Traditional Chinese Medicine itself originates from statistics."

Chen Guangbai did not refute Fang Ziye's words, only his tone was bland: "Ziye, merely from hearing your description, this is an extremely huge workload."

"While I'm still alive, will I be able to see results?"

Fang Ziye said firmly: "Not necessarily able to see."

"Uncle Chen, this is fact; everyone's life has unfinished matters. Looking back at history, many schools, theories, were mostly organized by disciples from their teachers' words and deeds, then organized and obtained……"

"Many philosophical concepts, many medical classics, were also not already formed into systems during those famous doctors' lifetimes."

"If one wants to do it, if one wishes to do it, starting to do it is more important than the result."

"I don't understand Traditional Chinese Medicine, but I know that behind Modern Medicine's successful teams, there are certainly more teams, more medical scholars' lifetimes of obscurity……"

"They may have been a step too late, or perhaps a lifetime unable to put what they wanted to do into reality, and also no successors willing to inherit their ideas, so these ideas only went halfway……"

Chen Guangbai's gaze flashed with a sharp light, tone suspicious: "Ziye, you're so young, why do you have such profound insight?"

"My personal experience! ~" Fang Ziye did not conceal, but instead sat down with Chen Guangbai on a four-cornered long bench.

Chen Xixian personally brought two cups of tea for Fang Ziye and Chen Guangbai; although Chen Xixian was spoiled, basic etiquette was still taught.

After putting down the teacups, she did not stay longer, but continued walking toward Luo Tingzhu, going next door together to chat.

"Your personal experience?" Chen Guangbai was quite disbelieving.

Fang Ziye nodded, narrowing his eyes: "Uncle Chen, I'm young, many things I did indeed succeeded. This is my personal experience."

"But my experience isn't only personal; you may not know, I have a master-grandfather, he went to Yi City after retirement, later……"

Fang Ziye then explained the research ideas Professor Dong Yaohui left for him.

Chen Guangbai listened, clicking his tongue in wonder: "So that Artificial Intelligence Prosthesis is actually Old Professor Dong's concept, not entirely your original creation; you inherited Old Professor Dong's research concept and realized it in reality?"

"More or less like that."

"My master-grandfather also left some other whimsical ideas, among which certainly some were detached from reality, but this research project's origin idea was proposed by my master-grandfather."

"So when publishing the paper, I also added his name. It counts as a kind of commemoration."

"Whether a thing can succeed depends not only on whether an individual can complete it, but also on whether someone can continue to extend this kind of idea."

"This is one of inheritance and foundation, right……"

The more he saw, the more Fang Ziye understood some classic ancients' sentiments.

Entrusting the mayfly to heaven and earth, a single grain in the vast sea. Lamenting my life's brevity, envying the Yangtze's endlessness. Embracing a flying immortal to roam, holding the bright moon to end long. Knowing it cannot be suddenly obtained, entrusting the lingering sound to the sad wind……

If not for the purpose of exams, re-reading junior high and high school textbooks, one increasingly feels that originally dull Chinese textbook is actually the condensation of Eastern Han's essence.

Every piece is worth savoring carefully, and even at some moment in life, will form a boomerang, hitting right between your brows.

Perhaps you and the author are not the same era, not the same place, but at some moment, you can form a small part of ideological resonance, transcending time and space……

Fang Ziye didn't know Old Dean Chen Song's truest thoughts; even if he knew, he couldn't inherit them.

But Fang Ziye inherited Master-Grandfather Professor Dong Yaohui's notebook; this notebook, if Fang Ziye hadn't gone to Yi City to visit, it would have been sealed there, and Fang Ziye would never have gotten it.

If Fang Ziye hadn't gotten this notebook and carefully read the contents and applied them in reality, then this Artificial Intelligence Prosthesis might have been developed by someone else by chance.

Never again able to carve the three characters Dong Yaohui.

Even no one would know there was a person called Dong Yaohui who thought of such things.

The things Fang Ziye told Chen Guangbai were of course very major, the operational difficulty also very high, but someone must do it.

If no one does it, Fang Ziye thinking is useless.

"So Ziye you've always said your talent is ordinary; actually your talent is fundamentally not ordinary."