Chapter 2665

Chang Yue was stunned.

She looked at Zheng Zong with a gentle and sincere smile around her and felt a little strange.

"Professor Zheng, this... How interesting." The old patient quickly grabbed the red rope in Chang Yue's hand and explained awkwardly: "no, no, scientists like you are very busy. I'm superstitious, feudal superstitious..."

Listening to her nonsense, Zheng Ren smiled, "is there any red rope?"

"Boss Zheng, I have a little left." Gu Xiaoran handed over the remaining red rope.

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

Looking at Zheng Ren's skillfully weaving red rope with both hands and fingers, the room was silent. The patients and their families next to the hospital bed looked with envy. Professor Zheng's hand was really clever.

The five knots are exquisite and beautiful. Zheng Ren's hand seems to be able to do magic. In only a few minutes, a red rope will be woven.

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

"Yes." The old man nodded slightly. She was a little confused. She knows best how long it will take to weave this red rope. However, she has to weave it for children every year, whether they wear it or not.

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

In the old man's heart, it means peace. Now, some people wear red ropes for themselves, which was many years ago. The old memory gradually became clear in the old man's mind. She didn't know how to express her thanks.

"Here you are." Zheng Ren tied the red rope and looked at it carefully. He felt very satisfied.

My level is much higher than when I came to the imperial capital last year. Should I change my heart made of guide wire?

Zheng Ren smiled and thought.

"Thank you, thank you." The old man tried hard to touch the red rope with her hand, but a large amount of ascites led to her clumsy and stiff movements, which could not be done with a simple action at ordinary times.

"Old man, you can meet it after the operation. Don't worry." Zheng Ren smiled, "that's it. I'll see you tomorrow during the operation."

"Uh huh." The old man was a little excited. She looked at the beautiful red rope from a distance and recovered her semi reclining position with the help of her son.

Zheng Ren turned and left. Chang Yue reminded him, "President Zheng, for the patients in the same ward, you only give one patient a red rope. It doesn't seem good."

"Er..." Zheng Ren thought for a while and asked, "then ask. If they want, I'll make it up."

Chang Yue nodded and turned back to the ward.

Zheng Ren doesn't think there's anything wrong. For him, it's normal to calm an old man who wants an operation.

But when Chang Yue took out a pile of red lines after dinner in the evening, Zheng Ren felt bad.

This will not become a routine task in the future... The patients in the ward are mixed after operation and before operation. It was originally for the demonstration of postoperative patients to reassure the newly admitted patients.

But in this way, weaving red rope has become a feature of the medical team. Zheng Ren was a little distressed and in a daze.

"Make it up." Chang Yue said, "in the afternoon, you made up the red rope, which was known by other patients. They all clamored for it."

Zheng Ren looked at the red rope and sighed slightly.

Su Yun gloated and fed sunspots to drink and eat peanuts. He smiled and said, "you don't suffer from oligopoly but inequality. Boss, you've worked hard."

Zheng Ren also knows this mentality, but... He seems to live a little more.

He sat on the sofa and asked Yiren, "Yiren, when I made up the red rope this afternoon, I think my level has improved again. Can I make another one for you?"

"No." Xie Yi covered her chest. She always regarded Zheng Ren's heart-shaped woven with guide wire as a pendant.

Zheng Ren did not insist, but picked up the red silk thread and chatted while weaving the red thread.

"How about 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 saw the director when I was chatting with Da Chu and Xiao Chu a few days ago."

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

In the tablet, director Pan's thick and slightly old voice came.

"Have you finished your meal?"

"Director, you have just finished eating. I think you still have a grain of rice at the corner of your mouth." Su Yun said with a smile.

"Don't be ridiculous. I ate noodles at night." Although Lao Pan said so, his hand still couldn't help wiping the corners of his mouth.

Su Yun laughed.

"Director, guess what Zheng always does." Chang Yue came over to say hello to Director Pan.

"Do scientific research? You said you treated a child with late cancer and went to Europe. How's it going now?" Old director Pan asked.

"Wrong!" Su Yun said, "the boss feels that the patients undergoing surgery have no sense of ceremony. He is weaving a red rope to replace the wrist ring. It will be easy to distinguish in the future."

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

However, it's a little troublesome to make five knots. In the future, one knot will be done.

Su Yun said, turning the screen to Zheng Ren.

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

"Director." Zheng Renyang raised the red rope in his hand and said, "in the afternoon, I met an old patient who said it was the habit of his hometown and asked me to make up a red rope."

"Er..." director Pan looked at the red line on the table. He was stunned at first, and then laughed. "I thought only Yuelao would take the red rope. Your boy also played this."

They are all old doctors. It is self-evident what psychological impact this kind of thing will have on patients. So old director Pan was just joking and making fun of Zheng Ren.

"Hey, hey." Zheng Ren smiled honestly and then said, "director, your body looks much better."

"That's a big fart. You take it seriously." Old director Pan said.

"Don't eat that mess, remember." Zheng Ren's tone of voice is not like talking to the Department Director, but like talking to his parents. He nagged, "don't show off your survival skills when you were young. When is it now, and you don't lack your food."

Director Pan glared at him, but Zheng Ren bowed his head and made up a red rope. He said while making it up, and didn't notice director Pan's eyes at all.

"Usually I pay more attention to my body. The cyanobacteria are under control, but you were so scary at that time. Remember, I'll be angry when I see what bamboo mice you eat next time."