“FTAV‑004,” Rina replied, cheeks flushing. “It’s our new AI nurse assistant.”
A soft, synthetic voice chimed: “Welcome, Rina. I am Sasamoto , your AI assistant. I will guide you step‑by‑step through Yusuf’s care plan. Let’s begin with a quick vitals check.” Rina placed the cuff on Yusuf’s arm, and the tablet automatically recorded a blood pressure of , heart rate 112 , SpO₂ 94% , temperature 38.3 °C . Sasamoto highlighted a red alert: “Potential early sepsis – monitor temperature and lactate.” Rina’s breath steadied. Chapter 2 – The Algorithm’s Heart While the tablet displayed the wound care algorithm, a pop‑up appeared: “Berdada Besar – Critical Compression Required.” The FTAV‑004 recommended a two‑layer dressing : first, a sterile, non‑adherent silicone mesh, followed by a pressure‑controlled bandage that could be adjusted via a small pneumatic pump. “FTAV‑004,” Rina replied, cheeks flushing
The name —the flagship algorithm behind FTAV‑004—had become a punchline among the veteran staff. “It’s just another gadget that will make us obsolete,” grumbled Pak Hendra, the night shift supervisor. Yet, for Rina , a fresh‑out of‑college nursing graduate who had just started her first placement, the promise of a safety net was the only thing keeping her from trembling in the dark. Chapter 1 – First Shift, First Shock It was a humid Tuesday night, the monsoon rain drummed against the window panes, and the Emergency Department was a whirl of sirens, cries, and the metallic scent of antiseptic. Rina was assigned a single patient: Pak Yusuf , a 68‑year‑old man with a massive, ulcerated “Berdada Besar” —a rare, aggressive skin tumor that had begun to bleed profusely. I will guide you step‑by‑step through Yusuf’s care
Rina stood at the entrance of , watching a new batch of amateur nurses—still trembling, still nervous—log into FTAV‑004 for the first time. She smiled, remembering her own shaky start. As the tablet greeted them with a warm, “Selamat datang,” she whispered to herself: “In the age of algorithms, the heart of nursing still beats in us. The FTAV‑004 is just the stethoscope that lets us hear it louder.” And somewhere, hidden in the code of Berdada Besar Yu Sasamoto , a line of poetry pulsed silently: “When data guides the hand, the soul still guides the heart.” Chapter 2 – The Algorithm’s Heart While the
The attending physician, Dr. Arif, gave a terse rundown: “Yusuf needs wound debridement, IV antibiotics, and constant monitoring. The tumor’s size makes dressing changes a nightmare. Keep his vitals stable; any sign of sepsis, call me immediately.” Rina’s hands shook as she prepared the sterile tray. The FTAV‑004 tablet lay on the cart, its screen glowing a cool blue. She tapped the button, typed in the basics, and waited for the algorithm to load the custom protocol for “Large Dermatologic Lesion – High Bleed Risk”.
He scoffed, but the that followed—signaling the tablet’s confirmation—was impossible to ignore. Chapter 3 – The Storm Within Two hours later, Yusuf’s wound began to ooze a dark, clotted blood. The tablet’s “Live Wound Monitoring” feature, using a tiny infrared sensor embedded in the dressing, detected a sudden rise in hemoglobin concentration at the wound edge. “ALERT: Hemorrhage detected – 45 ml loss in 5 min. Increase compression to 35 mmHg.” Rina’s fingers flew to the slider. As the pressure rose, the tablet displayed a real‑time graph of blood loss, slowly flattening. The AI also suggested a bolus of 250 ml normal saline and a re‑dose of ceftriaxone , both confirmed with a single tap.
Rina had never seen such a device. She hesitated, but the screen displayed a short video— “Applying the Two‑Layer Compression for Large Dermatologic Lesions” —with a voiceover in Bahasa Indonesia. “Pastikan lapisan pertama menutupi seluruh luka tanpa menekan tepi. Tekanan optimal berada pada 30 mmHg, dapat diatur dengan slider pada layar kanan.” Following the on‑screen slider, Rina set the pressure to —the algorithm suggested a slight reduction due to Yusuf’s fragile skin. As she secured the bandage, the tablet vibrated and displayed: “Compression applied successfully. Estimated blood loss reduction: 68%.” Pak Hendra, passing by, raised an eyebrow. “What’s that gizmo?” he asked.