Free Faasp Hospital by Thadd Evans Page A

from Obin University. In the last five years, using 3D printers along with induced pluripotent stem cells, his team had manufactured eyes that surgeons used to restore many blind patients’ vision.
    I blinked, awed by their successes.
     
    I knocked on the doctor’s office door.
    A middle-aged white man with a huge forehead opened it, a concerned expression on his face.
    I introduced myself. We shook hands.
    A frail older woman with sunglasses, who was being escorted by a male orderly, walked up to him.
    Dr. Haar grinned. “Nancy, how are you?”
    “Fine.” They left.
    Dr. Haar whispered, “Justin, in two weeks, we’ll restore her vision.”
    “Great.”
    His face lit up.
    According to my studies, Ophthalmology had improved dramatically. After a successful operation, many blind people started learning how to see, a complex process that took place in the brain and optic nerve. In many cases, those who were born with this disability struggled more than accident victims because the act of organizing shadows, light, shapes, and moving objects took a lot of time, effort, and patience.
    “By the way, this morning, a colleague told me you repaired three databases, did an excellent job.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Word is getting around.”
    I thanked him for the compliment.
    We entered a room and stopped next to a bed.
    In it, a twenty something woman with bandages over her eyes, cheeks, and arms, groaned.
    I cringed, shocked by this repulsive sight.
    Dr. Haar paused, a concerned expression on his face. “Tammy, what’s new?”
    “My face and arms hurt, but it isn’t as bad as yesterday.”
    “Progress. Glad to hear it.”
    He introduced her to me.
    I offered a forced smile, my shoulders tensed, trying to adjust to her appearance.
    Tammy flinched.
    Dr. Haar blinked. “Are you all right?”
    Her chin jerked. “The pain will go away soon. Thanks for asking.”
    Dr. Haar nodded, his brow contorted. He glanced to the right. “Someone brought you roses.”
    “Yeah, my mom did that this morning.”
    Dr. Haar remarked, “Wonderful. We’ll talk later.”
    Tammy’s jaw twitched. “I’m counting on it.”
    The doctor and I left.
    He whispered, “A firefighter rescued her moments before flames destroyed the room she was in.”
    “Wow.”
    “If the operations succeed, there won’t be much scar tissue left, and her new eyes will function normally.”
    “Impressive. When are you going to put them in?”
    “A week from today.”
    “What about Tammy’s arms?”
    He scowled. “At this point, my guess is we’ll have to replace them with prostheses. Tomorrow, I’ll know for sure.”
    I winced, shocked that doctors would have to amputate.
    “It’s time for you to update. “
    I nodded and walked away, taking the hint.
    Later in the day, he called and told me to go see Dr. Sanchez tomorrow morning.
    According to my screen, the result of a web search, Dr. Martin Sanchez, an eye surgeon who used induced pluripotent stem cells and nanobots in most of his operations, received a medical degree from Sygma University. The idea of working with this professional intrigued and scared me.
     

Chapter Two
     
     
    The next morning, I entered an IT room, part of ophthalmology, and sat next to him, facing a wall of screens. On them, nanobots with pinchers placed an eyeball into a man’s empty socket, a hideous sight.
    I leaned back, trying to calm my nerves.
    Dr. Sanchez glowered. “We need to place about five thousand videos on a secured website. That way, doctors in Faasp, Nwa Medical Center, and other hospitals can use them to learn more.”
    I nodded.
    “There is a huge problem. In many cases, audio portions of lectures and surgical procedures become garbled. Doctors need to hear everything their colleagues are saying. Your team must repair this.”
    “We’ll start right away.”
    “Good. I’m not sure if it’s the networks, Medxao, or both, but we need to do this ASAP.”
    I hurried out of the room, texting Ahantech