Chang Yue was startled.
She felt a little strange when she looked at Mr. Zheng, who had a gentle and sincere smile next to her.
"Professor Zheng, this... how can this be so embarrassing." The old patient quickly grabbed the red rope in Chang Yue's hand and explained uneasily: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no." Feudal superstition…”
Hearing her random words, Zheng Ren smiled and said, "Is there any more red rope?"
"Boss Zheng, I have a little left here." Gu Xiaoran handed over the remaining red rope.
"Old man, it's okay." Zheng Ren sat down by the bed and said gently: "This is not feudal superstition, it is now called traditional custom. As long as you think it is useful in your heart, it is useful. We also often use psychotherapy in medical treatment. It’s normal to treat patients.”
Watching Zheng Ren skillfully weaving red rope with his fingers, the room fell silent. The patients and family members in the hospital bed next to him looked at him with envy. Professor Zheng was so skillful with his hands.
The five thread knots are delicate and beautiful. Zheng Ren's hands are like magic. In only a few minutes, a red rope is knitted.
"Old man, are you used to being tied to your left foot?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Yeah." The old man nodded slightly, and she was a little confused. She knew best how long it took to weave this kind of red rope. She had to weave it for the children every year, whether they wore it or not.
Especially for children who go out to work or go to school, she will formally put a string of red strings on their ankles when they leave home.
In the hearts of the elderly, this means peace and tranquility. Nowadays, some people wear red strings on themselves. This happened many years ago. The old memories gradually became clear in the old man's mind, and she didn't know how to express her gratitude.
"It's put on for you." Zheng Ren tied the red rope, looked at it carefully, and felt very satisfied.
My level is much higher than when I came to the Imperial Capital last year. Should Yiren's heart that was braided with a guide wire be replaced
Zheng Ren had a smile on his face and thought about it in his heart.
"Thank you, thank you." The old woman tried hard to touch the red rope with her hand, but the large amount of ascites made her movements clumsy and stiff. She could not even perform a simple movement.
"Old man, you can meet me after the operation, don't worry." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "That's it, we'll see you during the operation tomorrow."
"Yeah." The old man was a little excited. She looked at the exquisite red rope from a distance, and with the help of her son, she returned to a semi-recumbent position.
Zheng Ren turned around and left, and Chang Yue reminded him from behind, "Mr. Zheng, among the patients in the same ward, it seems bad that you only gave a red rope to one patient."
"Uh..." Zheng Ren thought for a while and asked, "Then you go and ask. If they want it, I will make it up again."
Chang Yue nodded and turned back to the ward.
Zheng Ren didn't think there was anything wrong. For him, comforting an old man who was about to undergo surgery was a normal job.
But after dinner in the evening, when Chang Yue brought out a bunch of red threads, Zheng Ren felt bad.
Will this become a routine task in the future? The patients in the ward are mixed with post-operative and pre-operative patients. It was originally intended as a demonstration for postoperative patients to reassure patients who had just entered the hospital.
But in this way, weaving red rope has become a feature of the medical team. Zheng Ren was a little distressed and slightly dazed.
"Knit it," Chang Yue said, "Other patients found out about your red rope braiding this afternoon, and they are all clamoring for it."
Zheng Ren looked at the red rope and sighed slightly.
Su Yun gloated and fed Heizi wine and peanuts, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about the scarcity, but the inequality. Thank you for your hard work, boss."
Zheng Ren also knows this mentality, but...it seems like he has too much life.
He sat on the sofa and asked Yiren: "Yiren, when I was knitting red rope in the afternoon, I felt that my skill had improved again. Can I knit another one for you?"
"No." Xie Yiren covered her chest. She had been wearing the heart shape Zheng Ren had knitted with a guide wire as a pendant.
Zheng Ren did not force it, but picked up the red silk thread and knitted the red thread rope while chatting.
"How about the director's side? Let's make a video." Zheng Ren asked boredly.
"The director's health 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 Director Pan's video.
Director Pan's rich and slightly aged voice came from the tablet.
"Have you finished eating?"
"Director, you have 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 be ridiculous, I had noodles for dinner." Although Director Pan said this, he couldn't help but wipe the corners of his mouth with his hand.
Su Yun laughed.
"Director, what do you think Mr. Zheng is going to do?" Chang Yue went over to greet old Director Pan.
"Doing scientific research? I said before that you treated a child with late-stage cancer and went to Europe. How is it now?" Old Director Pan asked.
"Wrong!" Su Yundao said, "The boss feels that surgical patients don't have a sense of ritual. He is braiding red ropes instead of wrist rings so that they can be easily distinguished in the future."
Zheng Ren smiled. It was obvious that Su Yun's mind was spinning several times when he said this, and what he said before and after was inconsistent.
However, it is a bit troublesome to make 5 knots. From now on, I will just make 1 knot.
Su Yun said on the other side and turned the screen to Zheng Ren.
Old Director Pan is a little fatter than in the video a few days ago. He has got rid of the cyanobacteria and his body is slowly recovering.
"Director." Zheng Ren raised the red string in his hand and said, "I met an old patient this afternoon. He said it was a habit in his hometown and asked me to braid a red string."
"Uh..." Old Director Pan looked at the red string on the table. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "I thought only Yue Lao could hold the red string, and you kid can do this too."
They are all old doctors, so it is self-evident what kind of psychological impact this kind of thing will have on the patients. So Director Pan was just joking and making fun of Zheng Ren.
"Hehe." Zheng Ren smiled honestly, and then said: "Director, your health looks much better."
"That's a big deal, so you should take it seriously." Old Director Pan said.
"Don't eat those messy things, remember." Zheng Ren's tone of voice was not like talking to the department director, but like talking to his parents. He nagged, "Stop showing off the survival skills you had when you were young. It’s no time now, and I don’t lack your food.”
Old Director Pan glared at him, but Zheng Ren lowered his head to weave the red rope and spoke while weaving it, not noticing Old Director Pan's eyes at all.
"Usually, I pay more attention to my health. The blue bacteria are under control, but you were so scary at that time. Remember, I will be really angry if I see you eating bamboo rats next time when I go back."