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Chapter 1779 Who Says There Is No Successor to Traditional Chinese Medicine?
"The medicine is not valuable locally, but it is still very effective in curing diseases and saving lives. If we don't charge any cost, the industry will not be able to survive."

The supplies here are indeed in short supply now. Ji Donglai checked the warehouse carefully and found that all the supplies could only be used for a week at most. If that was not enough, Ji Donglai would immediately ask Tajikistan to deliver the supplies.

Ji Donglai was not worried about the medical supplies, as his subordinates could purchase them at any time.

The biggest gain this time is this set of large models. By the way, no matter how good a model is, it needs to be verified in reality, which requires money, time, energy, and most importantly, the complex and huge experience of traditional Chinese medicine.

It requires very professional people to do this, and only then can we get a complete and effective AI model.

Xiaoyue alone is able to do the work of a thousand people here, and coupled with the huge demand market in the five Central Asian countries, Ji Donglai believes that the process of verification and establishment will be fast.

At the same time, Xiaoyue is also responsible for training traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who have established hospitals in various parts of Central Asia, familiarizing themselves with and utilizing this system, and conducting systematic learning.

It's easy to be scared just by hearing about this responsibility, let alone carrying it out.

"Thank you for your concern, President Ji. We will definitely complete your request and live up to your expectations."

Xiaoyue now has a set of big data Chinese medicine installed on her mobile phone. She takes a look at it when she has free time. It feels like she has found a treasure. Ji Donglai is very satisfied with this.

As for the task assigned by Ji Donglai, the other party did not object at all.

After dinner, Ji Donglai wanted to talk to Xiaoyue about the local customs and culture, but he found out that not only Xiaoyue, but all the doctors in the hospital, except the one on duty, were studying the information and operation tutorials in the system. They were also very interested in some obscure ancient books, and several of them were even discussing in a low voice in front of the computer.

There were laughter, sudden enlightenment, and more surprise and admiration. After all, someone finally did it after so many years.

"Boss Ji, you've done a great thing. To be honest, I came here simply because of the high salary. After all, there are strangers everywhere in the vast sea, and entertainment activities are limited."

"To put it in a trendy way, we work so hard here that we have no time to rest. Then we create a life of luxury for you guys in China. I still feel unbalanced, even though the salary is a little higher than in China. Now I know that it is worth it for me to come here. At least the value created by us is used by you where money is really needed."

"I used to work in a Putian hospital in China, and I really saw what it means to treat human life as worthless. Treating patients is just for making money, and then the management and the director spend the money."

"We have looked at this system and found that it requires a lot of effort. The profit we created for you is too limited. We will summarize our experience in it in the future, which can be regarded as a little reward to Mr. Ji."

The director of this hospital has been with Ji Donglai the longest. He was afraid of American soldiers at first, but later he could just wave his hand and ask them to line up when he saw them. This process is as simple as a few words, but it took several years to complete.

Faced with the dean's praise, Ji Donglai's face felt a little hot, of course, it was just a little bit, not the lasting kind.

The money spent in the future will definitely not be small, and there will be pressure from all sides, even more severe than the economic ones. Whether it is to establish a school or to overestimate one's own capabilities, Ji Donglai now knows that what he has done is worth it.

"We are still opening up the data chain, and some platforms are doing traffic diversion. You can also share our APP with your classmates and relatives, only for practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine." "We will not charge any fees in the next few years, just for promotion, but we will set up a thank you on the homepage. If you find it useful, you can reward the original author, and the money will roll into the operation system until the system is profitable."

"Before that, Yiyuan Intelligent Manufacturing will shoulder all the expenses. This is the only thing I can think of doing now. In the coming time, we will still need you to promote and guide people."

"The so-called big data still comes from the accumulation of your on-site experience. I just put your experience on the platform for people to see. When you are gone one day, your images will exist forever in the form of AI models. After several years, someone will gain the skills to save other lives by seeing your images, or your images will enter the minds of students in traditional Chinese medicine classes."

"So, whether the students you train in the future are excellent or not still depends on your current data accumulation. I can't do this because my people can only transcribe. If you bring traditional Chinese medicine practitioners to the office to write data, it will lose its original meaning."

The purpose of making a large model is to enable traditional Chinese medicine to be better inherited and more easily spread. The most important thing is to create conditions for later applications. In fact, Ji Donglai's plan is that simple.

The old dean kept nodding, and the two chatted until late at night. The next morning, the dean was expecting to take Ji Donglai's pulse, but when he got up, he found out that Ji Donglai had been gone for an hour.

In order to get supplies back to the hospital as soon as possible, Ji Donglai only slept for an hour and then headed south overnight.

In order to arrive earlier, Ji Donglai called the old chief in advance, and the other party asked him to escort him to all places that could provide convenience for Ji Donglai.

As for the area controlled by the US military, the people in charge are still the local Afghans. With the care of the old chief, the convoy went south smoothly.

Due to the bumpy road and forced march, Ji Donglai's face had turned purple when he arrived at the other village in the afternoon.

The Pamir Plateau, with its thousands-meter-high mountains and the forced march, caused Ji Donglai to fall down.

Fortunately, Xiaoyue followed Ji Donglai south this time. After a few injections, Ji Donglai slept for two hours and finally recovered.

"Huh... I've seen my grandpa, I won't do that again next time. So why is it dark now?"

When he woke up, Ji Donglai saw a group of people around him. He sighed and saw darkness outside the window.

"Boss Ji, I won't rush you next time. You fell asleep and the welcome party the villagers prepared for you almost turned into a feast for the whole village."

"I just went to the reservoir. The white salmon are growing very well and taste good. They have already collected the salmon roe. I just don't know how to transport it to you. The glass jars were shipped here last year."

"Also, the flour has been loaded. The locals only agreed to deliver the goods after seeing you. They thought they were cheated by you before. You asked them to raise white salmon and then refused to accept them. Now that they see you almost had a feast, they are very touched and will deliver the flour tonight."

Ji Donglai was given a naan, and Xiaoyue covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

(End of this chapter)