Back in the office, Zheng Ren turned on the computer and looked at the email sent by Bota first.
There is indeed an optimistic side to Xiao Shitou's situation. After taking the drug, the DeepMACT test 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 show certain changes.
It's just that he has an increased sputum ratio, not dyspnea as Su Yun said. It seems that Su Yun glanced at the email and misunderstood it.
"There is a lot of phlegm, how did this happen?" Su Yun said to himself, "It sounds weird."
"It's not yellow phlegm, there's no infection." Zheng Ren read the email, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and whispered: "Let's observe it for the time being. It may be that the medicine stimulates the bronchial tubes and produces a large amount of secretions. indefinite."
Regarding this, neither Zheng Ren nor Su Yun had any definite judgment. Nowadays, the treatment of small stones is an unfamiliar exploration and exploration. Every step is a new step, and there is no previous experience to explore it.
Thinking about Xiao Shitou's situation, Zheng Ren and Su Yun stopped talking, and they pondered in silence.
"Xiao Linzi, can you braid rope?" 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 you wear on your hands."
"No, I haven't seen it before." Lin Yuan said.
"Sister Yue, I know how." Gu Xiaoran said, "You put it on before the Dragon Boat Festival, and you can just take it off after the Dragon Boat Festival when it rains?"
"Yeah." Chang Yue was not sure, but nodded anyway.
"I'll come, I'll come." Gu Xiaoran volunteered.
Zheng Ren couldn't figure out the changes in Xiao Shitou's condition, so he could only continue to observe. After hearing Chang Yue's words, he opened his eyes and asked, "What's wrong, Chang Yue?"
"There is a patient who is worried that the operation will fail and insists on your help in making something." Chang Yue glanced at Zheng Ren coldly and said.
"Why is this?" Zheng Ren was confused.
"She is a little nervous. I think she was frightened by the operation." Chang Yue said, "I have surgery tomorrow, and my heart rate is already over 100 today."
It is not uncommon for patients to be anxious before surgery, but it really has nothing to do with braiding red rope. Zheng Ren silently watched Gu Xiaoran weave red rope skillfully, thinking that except for being willing to cry, this child was pretty good.
Watch as Gu Xiaoran weaves the red rope briskly and skillfully, and her hands are quite dexterous.
"Sister Yue, my mother makes this for me every year during the Dragon Boat Festival. I started knitting red ropes for my mother the year before last. I tied it for her and she was very happy." Gu Xiaoran's hands were dexterous, and Zheng Ren felt that he It's like playing with two guide wires.
Is it possible to do this with the guide wire? Looking at it, Zheng Ren's fingers had begun to move slightly.
That might work, Zheng Ren thought.
A few minutes later, a red rope was braided, and a smile appeared on Chang Yue's always stern face.
"Mr. Zheng, I can lend it to you for a while," Chang Yue said.
"Ah?" Zheng Ren responded in surprise.
Lend me your head! I've seen this in books. What does it mean to borrow it for yourself
"Go to the ward, you don't have to say anything, just stand there as the mascot." Chang Yue said.
Zheng Ren nodded and then stood up.
Since Chang Yue joined the medical team, from Haicheng to 912, Zheng Ren has communicated less and less with patients. In the past, I always had to spend half of my time chatting with the patients, building relationships, and relieving the patients' anxiety and restlessness.
Now Chang Yue is doing all these tasks. Zheng Ren has not chatted with patients or their families for a long time except for two ward rounds in the morning and one night.
It might as well take a look at Chang Yue's communication, Zheng Ren thought.
Su Yun was not interested in this at all. He was sitting on a chair, his butt seemed to be glued together, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and his thumbs were sliding across the screen like lightning.
Zheng Ren followed Chang Yue and felt funny in his heart when he saw her steps were a little brisk.
During the ward rounds early in the morning, Zheng Ren knew who the patient would be for surgery tomorrow, especially since Chang Yue said he was older, so he already had a guess.
Sure enough, Chang Yue walked to the elderly patient and said with a smile: "Old man, this is the red rope that Mr. Zheng knitted for you."
As he spoke, Chang Yue took the red rope in his hand and waved it in front of the elderly patient's eyes.
Zheng Ren felt that he should take two steps forward, maybe he could deepen the patient's impression. He stood behind Chang Yue and looked at the patient with a smile.
"Uh, Professor Zheng, I'm really sorry to trouble you." The old lady had a lot of ascites and her belly was as bulging as a hill. She was lying on the bed in a semi-recumbent position. Seeing Zheng Ren come in, she tried hard to sit up.
But on the one hand, I am old, and on the other hand, I have a lot of ascites. As my body changes, my diaphragm will move, which will affect my breathing.
Her two sons looked apologetic and wanted to help the old lady up immediately.
"No, no, just lie down." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "Old man, is this the custom in your hometown?"
"It's an old rule. It is said that there are always several hurdles in a person's life, and it is difficult to get over them. I am just encountering a hurdle, and I want to seek comfort." said the old patient.
Zheng Ren heard that her speech was relatively clear and did not sound like Alzheimer's disease, so he smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will recover quickly after the operation."
"Professor Zheng, I'm not afraid of your jokes. The older I get, the more afraid I am of death." The old patient tried his best to stretch out his hand. Zheng Ren understood and quickly handed over his hand.
The old patient held Zheng Ren's hand as if talking to his children and grandchildren, but he was very polite.
"Professor Zheng, you are young and have a good temper. I am a feudal superstition, and you even knitted the red rope for me with your own hands. When I was young, many people died in our hometown many years ago, and there were mass graves. Every time I passed by that side , my grandma would tie a red string on me, saying it can ward off evil spirits."
"Yeah, I should." Zheng Ren didn't know what to say, so he just agreed casually.
"I just said it casually, and Xiao Chang took it seriously." The old patient said, "Look at this... it's really troublesome for you."
"It's okay, it's okay, no trouble." Zheng Ren said with some embarrassment.
"There are many rules in my hometown. It is said that the three knots on the red rope can drive away ghosts and evil spirits; the five knots are... "
Zheng Ren then listened patiently to Xiao's ten-minute folklore explanation.
"Professor Zheng, please excuse me." Finally, the old patient insisted on sitting up and holding Zheng Ren's hand with both hands. "In the words of our hometown, you are a Bodhisattva who saves the suffering. The red rope you braided, I have to Leave it to my grandson.”
“…”
Zheng Ren scratched his head.
It was fine for Gu Xiaoran to make up a red string to fool him, but when the old man said this, Zheng Ren felt embarrassed.
"Old man, I didn't know there were these rules in your hometown before." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "How many knots should you say there should be? I will make one for you in person, okay?"