Back in the office, Zheng Ren turned on his computer and read Britta's email.
There was an optimistic side to Little Rock's condition. After taking the medicine, DeepMACT examination found that the number of tumor cells in his blood had decreased significantly. The tumor tissue in his lungs and abdomen had also begun to change.
However, there was an increase in sputum, not breathing difficulties like Su Yun had said. Su Yun must have misunderstood after glancing at the email.
"Phlegm. Where did this come from?" Su Yun muttered to himself. "It sounds strange."
"It's not yellow phlegm. There's no infection." Zheng Ren read the email and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes slightly and said softly, "Let's observe for now. Maybe the medicine stimulated the bronchus and produced a large amount of secretion."
Zheng Ren and Su Yun did not have any definite conclusions about this. Right now, all the treatments for Little Shitou were all unfamiliar explorations and explorations. Every step was a brand-new step, and there was no previous experience that could be explored.
Thinking about Little Rock's condition, Zheng Ren and Su Yun did not speak. They pondered in silence.
"Little Lin, do you know how to weave rope?" Chang Yue walked in and asked Lin Yuan.
"What rope?" Lin Yuan asked, looking up from behind the computer.
"The kind of red rope you wear on your hand."
"No, I've never seen it before," Lin Yuan said.
"Sister Yue, I know," Gu Xiaoran said. Gu Xiaoran said, "Is it worn before the Dragon Boat Festival? The kind that can be removed after the Dragon Boat Festival when it rains?"
"Yes." Chang Yue was not very sure but still nodded.
"Let me do it," Gu Xiaoran volunteered.
Zheng Ren could not figure out the change in Little Rock's condition and could only observe. After hearing Chang Yue's words, he opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong, Chang Yue?"
"A patient is worried that the surgery will fail and wants you to make something for her," Chang Yue said coldly as she glanced at Zheng Ren.
"Why?" Zheng Ren was puzzled.
"She's a little nervous. I think it's because of the surgery," Chang Yue said. "The surgery is tomorrow and her heart rate is already above 100 today."
It was not uncommon for patients to be anxious before surgery, but it had nothing to do with the red rope. Zheng Ren silently watched Gu Xiaoran skillfully weave the red rope. He thought that the child was good except for her willingness to cry.
Gu Xiaoran's movements of weaving the red rope were quick and skillful.
"Sister Yue, my mom makes this for me every year during the Dragon Boat Festival. I've been weaving red strings for my mother since the year before last. She was very happy when I tied it on her. "Gu Xiaoran's hands were dexterous. Zheng Ren felt like he was fiddling with two guide wires.
Could a guide wire be made this way? As he watched, Zheng Ren's fingers began to move slightly.
'Sounds like a good idea,' Zheng Ren thought.
A few minutes later, a red string was braided. A smile appeared on Chang Yue's usually cold face.
"Chief Zheng, I'll lend it to you for a while," Chang Yue said.
"Huh?" Zheng Ren replied in surprise.
Let me borrow your head! He had seen this in a book before. What did it mean by 'lend me'?
"Go to the ward. You don't have to say anything. Just stand there like a mascot," Chang Yue said.
Zheng Ren nodded and stood up.
Ever since Chang Yue entered the medical team, from Sea City to the Imperial Capital, Zheng Ren's communication with the patients became less and less. In the past, he would always take out half of his time to chat with the patients and get closer to them, so that the patients' anxiety and anxiety could be alleviated.
Now, Chang Yue was doing all this work. Other than making two ward rounds in the morning and night, Zheng Ren had not chatted with the patients and their families for a long time.
'It's good to take a look at Chang Yue's communication,' Zheng Ren thought to himself.
Su Yun was not interested in this at all. He sat on the chair, and his butt seemed to be glued. He held his phone in his hand, and his thumbs slid across the screen at lightning speed.
Zheng Ren followed behind Chang Yue. Seeing that her footsteps were a little light, he found it funny.
Early in the morning, Zheng Ren knew who the patient for tomorrow's surgery was, especially since Chang Yue said that she was older. He already had a guess.
Sure enough, Chang Yue walked to the side of the elderly patient and said with a smile, "Old man, this is the red string that Chief Zheng made for you."
As she spoke, Chang Yue held the red string in her hand and waved it in front of the elderly patient.
Zheng Ren felt that he should take two steps forward. Perhaps he could deepen the patient's impression. He stood behind Chang Yue and looked at the patient with a smile.
"Oh, Professor Zheng, sorry to trouble you." The old woman had a lot of ascites, and her belly was bulging like a small mountain. Lying in a semi-reclining position on the bed, she tried to sit up when she saw Zheng Ren.
However, she was old and had a lot of ascites. As her body position changed, her diaphragm would also move, affecting her breathing.
Her two sons smiled apologetically and immediately wanted to help the old woman up.
"No, no, please lie down," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "Old lady, is this a custom in your hometown?"
"It's an old custom. It's said that people always have a few obstacles in their lives, and it's difficult to overcome them. I'm just asking for comfort because I've encountered a barrier, "the old patient said.
Zheng Ren noticed that her words were coherent and did not seem to be dementia, so he said with a smile, "Don't worry, you'll recover quickly after the surgery."
"Professor Zheng, I'm not afraid to laugh at you, but the older one gets, the more afraid they are of death." The old woman tried to reach out her hand. Zheng Ren understood and quickly handed his hand over.
The old woman held Zheng Ren's hand as if she was talking to her son or grandchild, but very politely.
"Professor Zheng, you're young and have a good temper. I'm considered a feudal superstition, and you even personally made a red rope for me. When I was young, many people died in my hometown many years ago, and there were unmarked graves. Every time I passed by that side, my grandmother would tie a red rope for me, saying that it could ward off evil spirits. "
"Yes, yes, it's my duty." Zheng Ren did not know what to say, so he just randomly agreed.
"I just said it casually, but Little Chang took it seriously," the old patient said. "Look at this … I'm really troubling you."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's not troublesome," Zheng Ren said with some embarrassment in his heart.
"There are many rules in my hometown. It's said that the three knots on the red rope are to ward off ghosts and evil spirits, and the five knots are …"
Zheng Ren then patiently listened to the explanation of folklore for ten minutes.
"Professor Zheng, sorry to trouble you." In the end, the old woman insisted on sitting up and held Zheng Ren's hand with both hands. "In the words of my hometown, you're a Bodhisattva who saves the suffering. I have to leave the red rope you made for me to my grandson."
"…"
Zheng Ren scratched his head.
It was fine for Gu Xiaoran to make up a red rope to fool him, but when the old woman said that, Zheng Ren felt embarrassed.
"Old lady, I didn't know that there were these rules in your hometown," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "How many knots do you think there should be? I'll make one for you in person. What do you think?"
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