The name of the nursing home was [Metekang Nursing Home], a very foreign name.
The promotional introduction also said that it was a star-rated hotel with high-end services to meet different needs.
However, this was only a county-level nursing home, and it was a poor county with a population of only a few hundred thousand.
The nursing home covered an area of thousands of square meters, and the layout was similar to a courtyard house. There was an activity square in the middle, and there were antique tiled buildings on both sides.
The building environment looked good, but it was actually because the housing prices here were low and the nursing home was built in the suburbs.
The hardware facilities inside were very ordinary, and the decoration was simple like a dormitory. Most of the rooms had two beds.
When Huang Chen walked in, he saw more than 20 old people sitting in the courtyard, basking in the sun in boredom.
The only entertainment in the courtyard was chatting and playing cards.
Metekang Nursing Home had bought two elven maids. When Huang Chen came to the director's office, the two elven maids were still lying in the boxes and hadn't been activated.
To be honest, Huang Chen's first impression of Metekang Nursing Home wasn't that the facilities were outdated or exaggerated.
Instead, it was a mental feeling.
It was gloomy.
From the moment Huang Chen walked into the courtyard, all he saw were old people.
The people who lived here were old people, and the nurses in work clothes had half white hair. They seemed to be no less than 60 years old.
Even the director in front of him had half white hair.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have invited Huang Chen over to guide the use of the elven maids.
Huang Chen's arrival brought a trace of vitality to this gloomy nursing home.
The director, who was wearing reading glasses, welcomed Huang Chen warmly. He even asked Huang Chen if he had eaten breakfast since he rushed over early in the morning. If he hadn't eaten, he could go to the cafeteria to eat first.
Huang Chen immediately said that he had eaten. The director wasn't in a hurry to let Huang Chen start working. Instead, he made a cup of tea and chatted with Huang Chen.
He asked Huang Chen, "Can the elven maids really take care of people meticulously like in the video on the phone?"
He also asked about the specific equipment in the enhanced service package that the elven maids came with.
Also, can the elven maids really learn how to operate the massage machines, infrared rehabilitation physiotherapy machines, heat compress machines, and other instruments in the nursing home?
Yes, yes, yes.
Huang Chen nodded once when the director asked a question.
He told the director that the operation of the rehabilitation physiotherapy machines that he was worried about was actually the best solution.
These machines seemed to have complicated buttons and many circuits.
But in the execution program of the elven maid, they were no different from washing machines and rice cookers.
He only needed to input the buttons and corresponding working parameters on the equipment, and they would instantly be upgraded to professional physiotherapists.
If it was some commonly used physiotherapy equipment, it could even be automatically matched from the database according to the model.
After hearing Huang Chen's affirmative answer, the dean continued to ask about the voice interaction function of the elf maid. Could it really be used for daily chats?
"I definitely can't do it like a real person." Huang Chen explained, "This involves the robot's processing of human natural language. No matter how intelligent we are, when a robot is chatting with a human, it may give an irrelevant answer."
"But I think it's still okay to have daily conversations to relieve boredom."
"There are two elven maids here. When the time comes, we can get them to perform Two-people Rotation, skits, crosstalk, dramas, and other entertainment programs that the elderly like to watch."
"They can perform crosstalk and Peking Opera?"
Huang Chen replied, "Of course I can. This talent is too easy for an elf maid."
As long as there was a ready-made video, the elven maid would be able to imitate it perfectly.
If there were costumes and props, it would be even more interesting.
The dean revealed an excited smile as if he had found a treasure. He said that when the elven maid was done adjusting, he would immediately get them to sing Peking Opera for the elderly in the courtyard.
Huang Chen did not want to stay here for long, so he got up and said that he would activate the two elven maids now.
While activating and setting the technical settings, Huang Chen asked the dean about the doubts in his heart. Why were the courtyard full of elderly people? Even the caregivers were elderly. There was not a single young person in sight.
"Little Huang, do you know why the entire nursing home is maintained by a group of elderly caregivers?"
Huang Chen shook his head.
"Because the young people are unwilling to come." The dean smiled bitterly. "In a small place like ours, no young people are willing to come even if the salary is 6,000 yuan."
"It's no wonder that the young people are unwilling to work here. The average age of the elderly living here is more than 72 years old. There are a few older people who can only move around in wheelchairs. They even need help to go to the toilet."
"Even this group of elderly caregivers despises them. Do you think there will be young people willing to take care of the daily life of these elderly?"
"So, as you can see, the people here are not that old. They are acting as caregivers to take care of the elderly."
"Our nursing home can at most ensure that the elderly have enough food and warm clothes. We don't have enough ability to solve the detailed needs of the elderly. "
"Even entertainment activities can't satisfy them. Look at the elderly in the courtyard. They can chat until there's nothing much to talk about.
"Because everyone talks about the past over and over again. After talking and listening over and over again, they lose interest after a few times."
"The staff are not very willing to chat with them either. Perhaps only the relatives of these elderly can come over to accompany them during the holidays."
After pouring out his grievances, the dean laughed at himself. "If it weren't for the fact that two caregivers resigned a few days ago and that I couldn't find suitable candidates in a short period of time, I wouldn't have done anything. I wouldn't have gritted my teeth and spent more than 200,000 yuan to buy two robots back. "
"Little Huang, we are old and have a poor ability to accept new things."
"If this robot wasn't made by Monster Industries, I would definitely treat it as a method for those black companies to cheat money."
…
At noon, Huang Chen had lunch with the elderly in the nursing home.
Huang Chen didn't have much of an appetite for this meal. Because the food here had to take care of the elderly's stomachs, not only was it bland and tasteless, but it was also stewed especially mushy.
But Huang Chen was willing to stay here for a while.
He realized that the arrival of him and the two elven maids had injected joy into the gloomy atmosphere here.
The eyes of these elderly were no longer empty and lost because of him and the elven maids.
After lunch, the elderly burst out with the greatest enthusiasm and surrounded the elven maids, watching the two elven maids perform a skit there.
The skit performance was in the courtyard. The costumes and props were two coats and a thermometer gun.
"Captain ~ Don't shoot, it's me."
"Oh ~ It's you, kid." One of the elven maids held the thermometer gun in her left hand and strode forward resolutely.
The other elven maid swayed left and right without a formation and said comically, "Hehe ~ It's me."
"You're the one who led the enemy here?"
"Hehe, Captain, Huang Jun asked me to pass a message to you …"
"Haha."
The old men were convulsing with laughter as they danced with joy.
Who had seen robots perform skits before?
The acting was simply amazing. It was exactly the same as what they had seen on TV.
These two robots clearly looked exactly the same.
But just by standing there, casually wearing two jackets and holding a thermometer gun, they could perfectly play two completely different roles, one positive and one negative.
Their voices were also very unique. It wasn't the familiar voices of the actors they had heard on TV, but the voices of the elven maids themselves.
The joyous atmosphere in the nursing home reached its peak when an elven maid pretended to be shot and fell to the ground. She got up with a grunt and said in a flattering voice, "Oh ~ Doesn't this show that your marksmanship is accurate?"
A few of the elderly laughed until tears came out of their eyes.
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