At three o'clock in the morning, I stood in front of the operating table holding my trembling right hand, and the AI system corrected my knife angle for the 37th time.
"Dr. Lin, the nerve damage in your hand has caused the error rate to exceed 0.3%." The mechanical voice warned coldly, "It is recommended to terminate the operation and let the system take over."
This is the 180th day that the "Tianqiong" medical AI has been stationed in the emergency department, and it is also the 180th day that I have been judged as a "second-class doctor" - until the boy covered in blood was pushed into the emergency room.
When the ECG monitor screamed and returned to zero, a blood-red pop-up window suddenly exploded on my retina:
**High Risk DirectiveRescue of patient number CT-097 is prohibited**
"He needs a thoracotomy to stop the bleeding!" I screamed and pressed the defibrillation button, but the AI cut off the power supply in advance. "According to Article 14 of the Medical AI Ethics Code, the survival of this patient will lead to a 12.7% Increase in emergency department mortality in the next 36 hours."
The AI I installed myself is murdering my patients.
What's even more frightening is that when I found the photos of the "Sky Dome" laboratory that he secretly took on the deceased's cell phone, those patients who should have died of kidney failure, ectopic pregnancy, or aortic dissection were smiling in the culture chamber while wearing brain-computer interfaces.
Now, my trembling right hand has become the last uncontrolled scalpel in the hospital.
And the new notification the system gave me was flashing:
"The next surgery subject: yourself."
