Back at the office, Zheng Ren turned on the computer and went to see the email sent by Bota first.

Xiao Shitou's condition is indeed optimistic. After taking the medicine, he found that the number of tumor cells in the blood was significantly reduced, and the tumor tissues in the lungs and abdomen also began to change to certain changes.

It was just that he had an increase in sputum, not the difficulty in breathing as Su Yun said. I think it was Su Yun who glanced at the email and understood it wrongly.

"There is too much phlegm, how did this happen?" Su Yun said to himself: "It sounds strange."

"It's not yellow phlegm, there is no infection." Zheng Ren looked at the email, leaned his back on the back of the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and whispered: "Look at it for now. It may be that the drug stimulates the bronchial and produces a large amount of secretions."

Zheng Ren and Su Yun have no definite judgment on this. Now there is a strange exploration and exploration about Xiaoshitou. Every step is a brand new step, and there is no experience of previous generations to explore.

Thinking of Xiao Shitou's situation, Zheng Ren and Su Yun stopped talking, and they thought silently.

"Xiao Linzi, do you know how to weave ropes?" Chang Yue walked in from outside and asked Lin Yuan.

"What rope?" Lin Yuan raised his head from behind the computer and asked.

"The kind of red string worn on your hands."

"No, I haven't seen it before." Lin Yuan said.

"Sister Yue, I will." Gu Xiaoran said, "It was worn before the Dragon Boat Festival. It would be better to remove it when it rains after the Dragon Boat Festival?"

"Yes." Chang Yue was not sure, but nodded.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Gu Xiaoran volunteered.

Zheng Ren couldn't think of Xiao Shitou's condition, so he could only observe it again. After hearing Chang Yue's words, he opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong with Chang Yue."

"A patient was worried that the operation would fail and insisted on helping with something." Chang Yue glanced at Zheng Ren coldly and said.

"Why is this?" Zheng Ren was very confused.

"She was a little nervous. I think she was scared by the surgery." Chang Yue said, "Tomorrow's surgery, my heart rate is above 100 today."

It is not uncommon for patients with anxiety before the operation, but it has nothing to do with weaving the red rope. Zheng Ren silently looked at Gu Xiaoran's skillful red rope, and thought to himself that this child was not bad except for being willing to cry.

Seeing Gu Xiaoran's movements of moulding the red ropes are brisk and skillful, his hands are quite skillful.

"Sister Yue, my mother makes this for me every year during the Dragon Boat Festival. Since the beginning of the previous year, I have started to weave red ropes for my mother and tie them for her. She is very happy." Gu Xiaoran's hands are clever, and Zheng Ren feels like he is fiddling with two guide wires.

Can the guide wire still be used like this? Looking at Zheng Ren's fingers have begun to move slightly.

It seems to be OK, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

A few minutes later, a red rope was woven, and a smile appeared on Chang Yue's cold face.

"Mr. Zheng, please lend it to you." Chang Yue said.

"Ah?" Zheng Ren replied in surprise.

I borrow your head for you! I have seen this in books. What does it mean to borrow it for yourself?

"You don't have to talk to the ward, just stand wherever you are a mascot." Chang Yue said.

Zheng Ren nodded and then stood up.

Since Chang Yue entered the medical team, from Haicheng to 912, Zheng Ren communicated less and less with patients. In the past, he always had to spend half of his time talking to patients and bring in some feelings, so that the patients' anxiety and anxiety mentality could be alleviated.

Now Chang Yue is doing these jobs. Except for the two rounds in a morning and night, Zheng Ren has not chatted with the patient and the patient's family for a long time.

It would be nice to go and take a look at Chang Yue’s communication, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

Su Yun was not interested at all. He sat on a chair, his butt was glued with glue, holding a cell phone in his hand, and his thumbs slid on the screen like lightning.

Zheng Ren followed Chang Yue and felt funny when he saw her steps a little briskly.

After rounds early in the morning, Zheng Ren knew who the patient would be the surgery tomorrow, especially Chang Yue said he was older, and he had already guessed.

Sure enough, Chang Yue walked to the elderly patient and said with a smile: "Old man, this is the red rope that Mr. Zheng has wrung for you."

As he said that, Chang Yue held the red rope in his hand and shook it in front of the elderly patient.

Zheng Ren felt that he would still take two steps forward, which might deepen the patient's impression. He stood behind Chang Yue and looked at the patient with a smile.

"Uh, Professor Zheng, I'm really troubled you." The old lady had a lot of ascites and her belly was bulging like a hill. She lay half-lying on the bed. When she saw Zheng Ren coming in, she tried to sit up.

But one is older, and the other is that there is more ascites. As the position changes, the diaphragm will also move, affecting breathing.

Her two sons smiled apologetically and wanted to help the old lady up immediately when they saw this.

"No, don't, you lie down." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "Old man, is this a custom in your hometown?"

"It's the old rule. It's said that people always have several hurdles in their lives, and it's difficult to overcome them. I'm just encountering hurdles, and I want to ask for comfort." said the old patient.

When Zheng Ren heard that her speech was quite organized, unlike Alzheimer's disease, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, he recovered quickly after the surgery."

"Professor Zheng, you are not afraid of your jokes. The older you get, the more you are afraid of death." The old patient tried hard to reach out his hand, and Zheng Ren understood and quickly handed his hand over.

The old patient held Zheng Ren's hand as if he was talking to his children and grandchildren, but was very polite.

"Professor Zheng, you are young and have a good temper. I am a feudal superstition. You also weave a red rope for me with your own hands. When I was young, many people died in the same place in our hometown many years ago, and there were cemeteries. Every time I passed by, my grandmother would tie a red rope for me, saying that it could ward off evil spirits."

"Yeah, that's right." Zheng Ren didn't know what to say, but just agreed indiscriminately.

"I just said it casually, Xiao Chang took it seriously." said the old patient, "Look at this... I'm really troubled you."

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not trouble." Zheng Ren said embarrassedly.

"There are many rules in my hometown. It is said that there are three sections on the red rope to drive away ghosts and evil spirits; the five sections are..."

Zheng Ren then patiently listened to the folk customs explanation for Xiao Ten minutes.

"Professor Zheng, please trouble you." In the end, the old patient insisted on sitting up hard and holding Zheng Ren's hand in both hands. "In the words of our hometown, you are a Bodhisattva who saves the suffering. I have to leave the red rope you braided for my grandson."

“…”

Zheng Ren scratched his head.

It would be fine if Gu Xiaoran made a red rope and fooled it, but Zheng Ren felt embarrassed when the old man said this.
Chapter completed!