Chang Yue was stunned for a moment.

She looked at Mr. Zheng, who was smiling gently and honestly beside her, and felt a little strange.

"Professor Zheng, how can you be so embarrassed?" The old patient quickly grabbed the red rope in Chang Yue's hand and explained uneasyly: "No, no, scientists like you... are very busy. I am superstitious, feudal superstitious..."

Hearing her random words, Zheng Ren smiled, "Is there still a red rope?"

"Boss Zheng, I have a little left here." Gu Xiaoran handed over the red rope that had just left.

"Old man, it's okay." Zheng Ren sat down beside the bed and said gently: "This is not feudal superstition, it is called traditional custom now. As long as you think it is useful in your heart, it is useful. We often use psychotherapy to treat patients in medical care, which is normal."

Looking at Zheng Ren’s skillfully weaving the red rope with his fingers on both hands, the room was silent. The patient and his family on the hospital bed next to him looked at him with some envy. Professor Zheng’s hand was really a coincidence.

The five lines are knitted exquisitely and beautifully. Zheng Ren's hands seem to be able to do magic. In just a few minutes, a red rope will be weaved.

"Old man, are you used to tied to your left foot?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Yeah." The old man nodded slightly, and she was a little confused. She knew the best how long it would take for this red rope to weave. However, she had to weave it for the children every year, regardless of whether they were wearing it or not.

Especially for children who go out to work and go to school, she will formally wear a string of red ropes on their ankles when leaving home.

In the old man's heart, this means peace and safety. Now someone puts a red rope on himself, which happened many years ago. The old memories gradually became clear in the old man's mind, and she nodded and didn't know how to express her gratitude.

"I've put it on for you." Zheng Ren tied the red rope and looked at it carefully, feeling very satisfied.

My level is much higher than when I came to the imperial capital last year. Shouldn’t Yiren’s heart, which was woven with guide wire, be replaced?

Zheng Ren had a smile on his face and thought to himself.

"Thank you, thank you." The old man tried hard to touch the red rope with his hands, but the large amount of ascites made her movements clumsy and stiff, and she could not do a simple movement at all.

"Old man, you will be able to meet it after the operation, so don't worry." Zheng Ren smiled, "That's it, we'll see you tomorrow during the operation."

"Yeah." The old man was a little excited. She looked at the exquisite red rope from a distance and returned to the semi-lying position with the help of her son.

Zheng Ren turned around and left, Chang Yue reminded him in the back, "Mr. Zheng, the patient in the same ward, it seems that it is not good to give only one patient a red rope."

"Uh..." Zheng Ren thought for a while and asked, "Then you go and ask, if they want it, I will make it up."

Chang Yue nodded and turned back to the ward.

Zheng Ren didn't think there was anything wrong. For him, it was normal to calm the mood of an old man who was about to undergo surgery.

But when Chang Yue took out a bunch of red lines in the evening, Zheng Ren felt something was wrong.

This will not become a routine task in the future... The patients in the ward were placed in a mixed manner after the operation and before the operation. Originally, it was for the demonstration of the patients after the operation to reassure patients who had just entered the park.

But by doing this, weaving the red rope became a feature of the medical team. Zheng Ren was a little worried and was slightly dazed.

"Make it." Chang Yue said, "The other patients found out about you moulding the red rope in the afternoon, and they were all clamoring to ask for it."

Zheng Ren looked at the red rope and sighed slightly.

Su Yun gloated and fed Heizi to drink and eat peanuts, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about being weak but not being equal. Boss, thank you for your hard work."

Zheng Ren also knew this mentality, but... it seemed like he lived a little too much.

He sat on the sofa and asked Yiren, "Yiren, when I weaving the red rope in the afternoon, I feel that my level has improved again. Let me mock up one for you?"

"No." Xie Yiren covered her chest. She kept wearing Zheng Ren's heart shape woven with guidewire as a pendant.

Zheng Ren did not force it, but picked up the red silk thread while chatting while weaving the red string.

"How is the director's side? Let's have a video." Zheng Ren was bored and asked.

"The director is getting better and better." Chang Yue said, "I met the director when I was chatting with Da Chu and Xiao Chu a few days ago."

Su Yun brought a tablet and connected to the video of Director Pan.

On the tablet, Director Pan's thick and slightly old voice came.

"Have you finished your meal?"

"Director, you just finished eating. I see there is still a grain of rice in the corner of your mouth." Su Yun said with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll eat noodles tonight." Although Director Pan said that, his hand couldn't help but wipe the corner of his mouth.

Su Yun laughed.

"Director, guess what Mr. Zheng is doing." Chang Yue leaned over to say hello to Director Pan.

"Doing scientific research? I said before that you treated a child with late cancer and went to Europe again. How is it now?" Director Pan asked.

"Wrong!" Su Yun said, "The boss felt that the patients who were in the surgery had no sense of ritual. They were weaving red ropes instead of wrist rings, so they would be able to distinguish them in the future."

Zheng Ren smiled. It was obvious that Su Yun's mind turned around several times when he said this, and his words were inconsistent.

However, it is a bit troublesome to make 5 knots, and one knot will be done in the future.

Su Yun said that, facing Zheng Ren.

Director Pan is a little fatter than the video a few days ago. He got rid of the trouble of cyanobacteria and his body is slowly recovering.

"Director." Zheng Ren raised the red rope in his hand and said, "I met an old patient in the afternoon. He said it was a habit in his hometown and asked me to weave a red rope."

"Uh..." Director Pan looked at the red line on the table, was stunned at first, and then laughed, "I thought only Yue Lao would take the red rope, and you kid would play with this too."

They are all old doctors, so it is natural that the psychological impact of such things on patients will be self-evident. So Director Pan is just joking and jokes about Zheng Ren.

"Hehe." Zheng Ren smiled honestly, and then said: "Director, your body looks much better."

"That's right, you'll take it seriously," said Director Pan.

"Don't eat those messy things, remember, do you remember?" Zheng Ren's tone did not look like talking to the department director, but like talking to his parents. He nagged, "Stop showing off your survival skills when you were young. Now is it now, and there is no shortage of what you eat."

Director Pan glared at him, but Zheng Ren lowered his head and weaved the red rope, and said while weaving it, not paying attention to Director Pan's eyes at all.
Chapter completed!