v3 Chapter 2664： Preoperative anxiety

Back in the office, Zheng Ren turned on the computer and went to see the email from Bota.

The situation of small stones is indeed optimistic. After taking the drug, DeepMACT examination found that the number of tumor cells in the blood was significantly reduced, and the tumor tissues in the lungs and abdomen began to change.

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

"There is a lot of sputum, how did this happen?" Su Yun said to himself, "It sounds strange."

"Not yellow sputum, no infection." Zheng Ren read the email again, leaning his back on the back of the chair, his eyes closed slightly, and whispered, "Let's observe for the time being, it may be that the drug stimulates the bronchi and produces a lot of secretions. indefinite."

Neither Zheng Ren nor Su Yun made any firm judgments on this. At present, the treatment of small stones is an unfamiliar inquiry and exploration. Each step is a brand new step. There is no previous experience to explore.

Thinking about the situation of the small stones, Zheng Ren and Su Yun stopped talking, and they pondered silently.

"Xiao Linzi, can you make a rope?" Chang Yue came in from outside and asked Lin Yuan.

"What rope?" Lin Yuan asked, raising his head from the computer.

"The kind of red string you wear."

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

"Sister Yue, I will." Gu Xiaoran said, "I wore it before the Dragon Boat Festival, and it was good to take it off when it was raining after the Dragon Boat Festival?"

"Um." Chang Yue wasn't sure, but nodded.

"I'm here, I'm here." Gu Xiaoran took the initiative to ask.

Zheng Ren couldn't think of the change in the condition of the small stone, so he could only observe it again. After hearing Chang Yue's words, he opened his eyes and asked, "What happened to Chang Yue."

"There is a patient who is worried that the operation will fail. You have to help make something." Chang Yue said with a cold glance at Zheng Ren.

"Why is this?" Zheng Ren was puzzled.

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

Pre-operative anxiety patients are not uncommon, but it has nothing to do with weaving red ropes. Zheng Ren silently looked at Gu Xiaoran's very skilled weaving of red ropes, and thought in his heart that the child was fine except that he was willing to cry.

Watching Xiao Ran's braided red ropes are brisk and proficient, and her hands are quite skillful.

"Sister Yue, my mother makes this for me every year at the Dragon Boat Festival. Since the year before, I started making red ropes for my mother and tied her, and she was particularly happy." Gu Xiaoran had dexterous hands and Zheng Ren felt that he It's like fiddling with two guide wires.

Can the guide wire be made like this? Watching, Zheng Ren's fingers have begun to move slightly.

Seems OK, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

A few minutes later, a red rope was braided, and a smile appeared on Chang Yue's grim face all year round.

"General Zheng, lend it to you." Chang Yue said.

"Ah?" Zheng Ren answered in amazement.

Borrow your first use! I've seen it in books. What does it mean to borrow it for myself?

"Go to the ward, you don't need to talk, just where the mascot is standing." Chang Yue said.

Zheng Ren nodded, and then stood up.

Since Chang Yue entered the medical team, from Haicheng to 912, Zheng Ren communicated with patients less and less. In the past, I always had to spend half of my time talking with the patient, pulling in the feelings, and alleviating the patient's anxiety and anxiety.

Now all these activities are done by Chang Yue. Except for two rounds of inspections in the morning, one night, Zheng Ren hasn't chatted with patients and their families for a long time.

It's okay to take a look at Changyue's communication, Zheng Ren thought.

Su Yun had no interest in this. He was sitting on a chair with his buttocks glued to him, holding a mobile phone in his hand, and his thumb thumbs sliding across the screen.

Zheng Ren followed Chang Yue, seeing her steps lightly, and she felt funny.

Early in the rounds inspection, Zheng Ren knew who the patient would be for surgery tomorrow, especially Chang Yue said that 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 President Zheng made for you."

Talking, Chang Yue held the red rope in his hand and shook it in the eyes of the elderly patient.

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

"Um, Professor Zheng, it's really troublesome for you." The old lady had a lot of ascites, and her belly was like a hill. Lying on the bed in a semi-recumbent position, when Zheng Ren came in, she tried to sit up.

However, one is older and the second is more ascites. As the body position changes, the diaphragm will move and affect breathing.

Her two sons laughed at each other, and when they saw this they wanted to immediately raise the old lady.

"Don't, don't, you lie down," Zheng Ren said with a smile. "Old man, is this the custom in your hometown?"

"Old rules, it is said that people always have a few obstacles in their lives, it is very difficult to step forward. I am not encountering the obstacles, I want to find comfort." The old patient said.

Zheng Ren listened to her speech in a clear way, not like Alzheimer's, and said with a smile, "You can rest assured that the recovery after surgery is fast."

"Professor Zheng, I'm not afraid of your joke. The older you are, the more you are afraid of death." The old patient reached out his hand, and Zheng Ren understood and quickly passed his hand over.

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

"Professor Zheng, you are young and have a good temper. I am a feudal superstition, and you also handed me a red rope. When we were young, many people died in our home side many years ago, and there were random graves. Every time I passed by , My grandma will tie me a red rope, saying that it can ward off evil. "

"Yeah, it should." Zheng Ren didn't know what to say, but just agreed indiscriminately.

"I just said it casually, Xiaochang took it seriously," said the old patient. "Look at this ... it's too much trouble for you."

"It's okay ~ www.novelhall.com ~ It's okay, no trouble." Zheng Ren said a little embarrassed in his heart.

"My hometown has a lot of rules. It is said that there are three sections on the red rope to drive away evil spirits; the five sections are ..."

Zheng Ren then patiently listened to the folkloric explanation for ten minutes.

"Professor Zheng, I'm sorry to trouble you." At last the old patient insisted on sitting up, holding Zheng Ren's hand in both hands. "In the words of our hometown, you are the bodhisattva of salvation and salvation. The red rope you gave, I have Leave it to my grandson. "

"..."

Zheng Ren scratched his head.

Gu Xiaoran himself made up a red rope to fool around, but the old man said that Zheng Ren was embarrassed.

"Old man, I didn't know that there were these rules in your hometown before," Zheng Ren laughed. "You said there should be some knots. I ’ll make a face-to-face for you, are you okay?"

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