Chang Yue was stunned.
She looked at Chief Zheng, who had a gentle and honest smile on his face, and felt a little strange.
"Professor Zheng, I … I can't accept this." The old patient quickly grabbed the red string in Chang Yue's hand and explained anxiously, "No, no, scientists like you … are very busy. This is superstition, feudal superstition …"
Listening to her nonsense, Zheng Ren smiled. "Do you still have red string?"
"Chief Zheng, I still have some left." Gu Xiaoran handed over the remaining red string.
"Old lady, it's fine." Zheng Ren sat down by the bed and said gently, "This is not feudal superstition. It's called traditional custom now. As long as you think it's useful, it's useful. We often use psychotherapy to treat patients in medical treatment. It's very normal. "
The room was silent as they watched Zheng Ren skillfully weave the red string with his fingers. The patients and their families next to him watched enviously. Professor Zheng's hands were really skillful.
The five knots were exquisite and beautiful. Zheng Ren's hands were like magic. In just a few minutes, the red string was finished.
"Old lady, are you used to tying it on your left foot?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Yes." The old woman nodded slightly. She was a little confused. She knew how long it took to weave this kind of red string. Every year, she would weave it for the children, whether they wore it or not.
Especially for the children who went out to work or go to school, she would formally wear a string of red strings on their ankles when they left home.
In the old woman's heart, it meant that they were safe. How many years had it been since someone had worn a red string for her? The old memories gradually became clear in the old woman's mind. She did not know how to express her gratitude.
"I've put it on for you." Zheng Ren tied the red string and looked at it carefully. He was very satisfied.
His level was much higher than when he came to the capital last year. Should he change the heart that Yiren was wearing with a guide wire?
Zheng Ren smiled and pondered in his heart.
"Thank you, thank you." The old woman tried her best to touch the red string with her hand, but the large amount of ascites caused her movements to be clumsy and stiff. She could not do a simple movement normally.
"Old lady, you'll be able to touch it after the surgery. There's no hurry." Zheng Ren smiled. "That's it then. I'll see you at the surgery tomorrow."
"En, en." The old lady was a little excited. She looked at the exquisite red rope from afar and returned to her half-lying position with the help of her son.
As Zheng Ren turned to leave, Chang Yue reminded him from behind, "Chief Zheng, it doesn't seem appropriate for you to only give a red string to one patient in the same ward."
"Uh …" Zheng Ren thought for a moment and said, "Then go and ask them. If they want it, I'll make it up again."
Chang Yue nodded and returned to the ward.
Zheng Ren did not think there was anything wrong with it. To him, comforting an old man who was about to undergo surgery was a normal job.
However, when Chang Yue took out a pile of red strings after dinner, Zheng Ren had a bad feeling.
This wouldn't become a routine task in the future, would it? The patients in the ward were all placed together after surgery and before surgery. It was originally intended to be a demonstration for postoperative patients and to reassure patients who had just entered the park.
But because of this, weaving red ropes became a specialty of the medical team. Zheng Ren was a little distressed and slightly dazed.
"Go ahead," Chang Yue said. "The other patients found out about you knitting a red string this afternoon, and they're clamoring for it."
Zheng Ren looked at the red string and sighed softly.
Su Yun gloated as he fed Hei Zi alcohol and peanuts. He said with a smile, "Don't worry about scarcity, but worry about inequality. Boss, you've worked hard."
Zheng Ren also understood this mentality, but … it seemed to be a little too much.
He sat on the sofa and asked Yiren, "Yiren, when I was knitting a red string this afternoon, I felt that my skills improved again. Do you want me to make another one for you?"
"No," Xie Yiren said as she covered her chest. Xie Yiren clutched her chest. She had been wearing the heart weaved by Zheng Ren's guide wire as a pendant.
Zheng Ren did not force her. Instead, he picked up the red thread and chatted as he knitted a red string.
"How's the chief? Let's video chat, "Zheng Ren asked, feeling bored.
"Chief's health is getting better," Chang Yue said, "I saw Chief when I was chatting with Big Chu and Little Chu a few days ago."
Su Yun took a tablet and connected to Old Chief Physician Pan's video chat.
Old Chief Physician Pan's deep and slightly aged voice came through the tablet.
"Have you guys finished eating?"
"Chief, you must have just finished eating. I saw a grain of rice at the corner of your mouth," Su Yun said with a smile.
"Don't talk nonsense. I had noodles for dinner." Although Old Chief Physician Pan said that, he could not help but wipe the corner of his mouth.
Su Yun laughed.
"Chief, guess what Chief Zheng is doing." Chang Yue went over to greet Old Chief Physician Pan.
"Scientific research? I heard you guys went to Europe to treat a child with late-stage cancer. How's it going now? "Old Chief Physician Pan asked.
"Wrong!" Su Yun said, "The boss thinks that the patients who undergo surgery don't have a sense of ceremony, so he's knitting a red string to replace the wristbands. It'll be easier to distinguish them in the future."
Zheng Ren smiled. It was obvious that Su Yun's mind was spinning a few times when he said that. What he said was inconsistent.
However, it was a little troublesome to make five knots, so he would just make one in the future.
Su Yun turned the screen to Zheng Ren as he said that.
Old Chief Physician Pan was a little fatter than in the video a few days ago. His body was slowly recovering after getting rid of the blue fungus.
"Chief." Zheng Ren waved the red string in his hand and said, "I met an old patient in the afternoon. He said it's a habit from his hometown and wanted me to knit a red string for him."
"Uh …" Old Chief Physician Pan looked at the red string on the table and was stunned at first. Then, he laughed. "I thought only the Moon Elder knew how to use red strings. You play with this too, kid."
They were both experienced doctors, so the psychological impact of this kind of thing on patients was self-evident. Therefore, Old Chief Physician Pan was only joking at Zheng Ren's expense.
"Hehe." Zheng Ren smiled honestly and said, "Chief, your body looks much better."
"Of course, it's nothing serious. Only you take it seriously," Old Chief Physician Pan said.
"Don't eat those messy things, remember?" Zheng Ren's tone did not sound like he was talking to a department chief, but more like he was talking to a parent. He nagged, "Don't show off your survival skills when you were young. Look at the situation now, you don't lack food."
Old Chief Physician Pan glared at him, but Zheng Ren lowered his head and continued to knit the red string, not noticing Old Chief Physician Pan's gaze.
"Pay more attention to your body. The blue fungus is under control, but you were so scary back then. Remember, the next time I see you eating bamboo rats, I'll be really angry. "
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