"I can only tell you what I found, what the model calculated.

The latest results just came out this morning, and as for what you saw, you don't have to tell me, I'm worried it has something to do with someone entering this room last week, but I'm not sure. I also don't want to become a suspicious neurosis. ”

In Berus's muffled voice, Foley felt a chill.

It was an unquiet night, and the night when only his mother left in his life made his hands and feet as cold and chilly as this moment.

"Your mother had an anesthetic accident during the operation, and a tracheostomy was done at the time, and then the surgery was done without any danger."

"Yes."

"Did anything happen after that?"

"No, or what happened later was too trivial, and I don't even know what counts as something and what doesn't."

Berus didn't ask, he glanced at Forlì, adjusted the data device to a flat surface, and placed it in front of Forlì like a glowing sheet of paper.

"What is this?"

"Robots during surgery."

"What's next to it?"

"Where?"

Fernandes pointed to the square in the lower right corner.

"The only image I found of the surgery."

"Analog perspective?"

"Yes, in the early days of surgical robots, human doctors can visually enhance the monitoring screen when they are performing surgery."

"When your mother had the surgery, these images were only ancillary, not the most important part of the operation. But in the early days, you knew that you hadn't solved the problem of haptic feedback, and you had to rely on the hallucinations of the brain, and "visual enhancement" was used to improve the haptic feedback problem. ”

"Yes." Representative Foley stares at the yellow and red tissue in the lower right corner.

"Then there was an anesthetic accident and the robot noticed that your mother's blood pressure had suddenly dropped."

"That's right, that's what the hospital said at the time."

Belus paused, checked the curtains again, and turned to look at the stairs leading to the second floor.

"What I'm going to tell you next sounds bizarre." He said.

"My mother's surgery?"

"Hmm."

"What do you want to say?"

"You sued the hospital at the time?"

"It was decided by my mother and the lawyer. No, it can be said that the lawyer does it all by himself. My mother wasn't interested in these things at all, she just felt that she had been wronged, some strange things, and my father thought that she was thinking too much or making things up. ”

"I couldn't find the records of the case at that time, I used a lot of methods, and even found some hackers, but it didn't work, I couldn't find the records of the negotiation between the lawyer and the hospital at that time, and there was nothing useful."

"It's not surprising that hospitals are supposed to keep patients' information confidential."

"That said, but we don't have any secrets in our daily lives, do we? But if something happens...... Someone deliberately doesn't want others to know something, and it's likely that it's been hidden or deleted, and even the most professional hackers won't be able to get their hands on it. ”

"You want to know something, you confused me Berus."

"I suspect it was a robotic surgery accident."

"Of course, of course this is a robotic surgery accident, this is the surgery done by robots."

"No, I'm not talking about the anesthesia accident itself, how to put it, I suspect that the purpose of those things is not a surgical accident, it's an accident, something other than calculation."

"What are those things?"

Representative Foley sat up, feeling more and more confused, and Berus was clearly not entirely sure that he could articulate what he was about to say.

"Let's come a little bit, this is a Southeast Asian orthopedic surgery patient, the patient's name is Nava Canano, who passed away five years ago. He received three years of combined psychiatric treatment before his death, and did not stop until one year before his death. ”

"What does this have to do with my mother?"

Representative Foley was completely confused, but he knew that these things were very important to Belus, but none of them knew what they meant. He didn't dare to slack off, and stared at the picture on the data seriously and patiently.

"Don't you think there's anything strange?"

"I think it's strange that we met this time, but it's nothing compared to me, and I really can't see anything strange. I don't know Nava Kanano, and I can vouch for it, my mother doesn't know him either, and our family doesn't know a single Thais. ”

"Look at the time of his death, five years ago."

"Five years ago?"

"Yes."

Representative Foley finds the number on the datar.

"Look at the date of his death."

"March 20th."

"If you count the jet lag."

Representative Foley frowned, a sense of dread coming from behind. It was the fear he often felt when he first began to speculate on the plot when he read horror - a sense of fear that he hoped that his intelligence would be the same as the author's thoughts, but that he did not want the story to be as cruel as he imagined.

"It's possible that it's the same day."

Berus looked at Foley, and Foley looked at him, both of whom knew the questions and speculations that followed.

Not surprising. It can well be imagined.

"Surgical robots."

"Sazor's surgical robot. The latest orthopedic special arm. ”

"You're trying to say that robotic surgery actually has a lot of problems? These questions are being concealed by some? ”

"Maybe that's what I wanted to prove in the first place."

Belus smiled lightly.

"But now I come to think that even if I can prove it, what does it mean to me? Maybe I'm just bored and want to do something for myself, knowing that not being a doctor is really uncomfortable for me. ”

"That's not the problem."

Representative Foley stares at the digitizer, his right hand sliding over it.

"It's not that problem, it's not just that. Belus, my mother was also mentally distressed, but no one thought it would be mentally ill, hell.

She couldn't sleep for months, and she said that my father beat her, said some very strange things, said that in the middle of the night she could see stars in her eyes, bright stars, her consciousness was never so clear, even if she didn't sleep for a minute for 7 nights in a row, she was still in good spirits. ”

"Did you have such a question before?"

"She never had sleep problems before the operation, although her personality is a little eccentric, but she never can't sleep, we thought it was a maladjustment after the surgery, maybe it was just an emotional problem, damn it."

"You think it has something to do with Naka's condition."

Berus tilted his head, neither of them thinking about what to eat, each thinking about his own business.

Originally, Berus only thought that Representative Foley might know about the possible doubts in his mother's case, although time had passed, even though he could never have brought it up to him.

But the thought of asking Representative to help modify the computational model made Belus want to tell him about it.

At this time, Belus was not only troubled by connections that he had not thought of before, but also had no clue why he was doing these studies.

The danger around the house was getting heavier and heavier, and the silent footsteps were approaching slowly, and no matter how optimistic he was, he could not shake off this suspicion, and he felt that perhaps he was cocooning himself, and now there was no way out.

He looked at Forley and apologized, if the crisis was hurting Forlì, wouldn't he be guilty.

Belus got up and walked to the kitchen, where the windows hadn't been opened for a week and the curtains had been drawn tightly. He poured a glass of sparkling water, drank it in one gulp, poured another glass and walked back to his seat.

"My mother had taken an overdose of Ambien a few months before she died."

"Suicide?"

"Yes, I was awakened by a phone call ringing in the middle of the night and thought I was dreaming."

"I'm sorry, Foley."

"It doesn't matter, it's all gone, no one thought she would commit suicide, my mother, Eugene Soder, is a very strong and even tough woman."

"What's even worse is that she woke up and scolded me, saying that I hurt her, I hurt her, and I didn't let her die, she couldn't tell who she was."

Tears swirled in Foley's eyes, he had never cried, his mother was seriously ill, his mother committed suicide, his mother died, and he did not shed a tear even when he was seriously ill.

Sometimes Representative Foley thinks that he is dull by nature and has a poor sensitivity to pain, which is not a disadvantage.