Chapter 2664 Preoperative Anxiety

Back in the office, Zheng Ren turned on the computer and first looked at the email sent by Bota.

Xiaoshi’s situation is indeed optimistic. After taking the drug, the DeepMACT examination 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 change to a certain extent.

It's just that he had an increase in sputum ratio, not the difficulty in breathing as Su Yun said. Presumably, Su Yun glanced at the email and misunderstood.

"A lot of phlegm, how did this happen?" Su Yun said to himself, "It sounds strange."

"It's not yellow phlegm, it's not infected." Zheng Ren read the email again, leaned back on the back of the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Let's observe for now, it may be that the medicine stimulated the bronchi and produced a large amount of secretions. indefinite."

Regarding this, neither Zheng Ren nor Su Yun had any definite judgment. Now the treatment of small stones is an unfamiliar exploration, each step is a new step, and there is no previous experience to explore.

Thinking about Xiao Shitou's situation, Zheng Ren and Su Yun stopped talking, they pondered silently.

"Xiao Linzi, can you weave rope?" Chang Yue came in from the 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 hand."

"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 after the Dragon Boat Festival, when it rains, I can just take it off?"

"Hmm." Chang Yue was not sure, but nodded anyway.

"I'll come, I'll come." Gu Xiaoran volunteered.

Zheng Ren couldn't think of any changes in Xiao Shitou's condition, so he could only observe. After hearing Chang Yue's words, he opened his eyes and asked, "What's the matter, Chang Yue."

"There is a patient who is worried about the failure of the operation and insists on doing something for you." Chang Yue said with a cold glance at Zheng Ren.

"Why is that?" Zheng Ren was puzzled.

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

Patients with preoperative anxiety are not uncommon, but it has nothing to do with weaving red rope. Zheng Ren silently watched Gu Xiaoran weaving the red rope skillfully, thinking in his heart that apart from being willing to cry, this child is doing well.

Gu Xiaoran's movement of weaving the red rope is brisk and skillful, and his hands are quite dexterous.

"Sister Yue, my mother makes this for me every year during the Dragon Boat Festival. I have been weaving red strings for my mother since the year before last, and tied it to her. She is very happy." Gu Xiaoran's hands are dexterous, and Zheng Ren felt that he Like fiddling with two guide wires.

Can the guide wire still do this? Looking at it, Zheng Ren's fingers had begun to move slightly.

It seems to be okay, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

A few minutes later, a red rope was woven, and a smile appeared on Chang Yue's perennially stern face.

"Boss Zheng, I'll let you use it." Chang Yue said.

"Ah?" Zheng Ren responded in surprise.

Let me borrow your head! I have seen this in the book, what does it mean to borrow it for yourself?

"Go to the ward, you don't need to talk, just stand there as a mascot." Chang Yue said.

Zheng Ren nodded, then stood up.

Since Chang Yue entered the medical team, from Haicheng to 912, Zheng Ren communicated less and less with patients. In the past, I always spent half of my time chatting with patients to get in touch with them, so that the anxiety and restlessness of patients can be relieved.

Now Chang Yue is doing all these tasks. Except for two rounds in the morning and one night, Zheng Ren hasn't chatted with patients and their families for a long time.

It would be good to take a look at Chang Yue's communication, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

Su Yun was not interested in this at all. He was sitting on a chair, his buttocks seemed to be glued together, holding the phone in his hand, and his thumbs were sliding across the screen like lightning.

Zheng Ren followed Chang Yue, seeing her brisk footsteps, felt amused in his heart.

In the early morning rounds, Zheng Ren knew who the patient was going to be operated on tomorrow, especially since Chang Yue said that he was older, so he already had a guess.

Sure enough, Chang Yue walked up to the elderly patient, and said with a smile: "Old man, this is the red rope that Mr. Zheng wove for you."

With that said, Chang Yue held the red string in her hand and waved it in front of the elderly patient.

Zheng Ren felt that he had to take two steps forward, perhaps to deepen the patient's impression. He stood behind Chang Yue and looked at the patient with a smile on his face.

"Uh, Professor Zheng, I'm really sorry for your trouble." The old lady had a lot of ascites, and her stomach was bulging like a hill. Lying on the bed in a semi-recumbent position, seeing Zheng Ren come in, she tried hard to sit up.

But one is getting older, and the other is having a lot of ascites. As the body position changes, the diaphragm will also move, affecting breathing.

Her two sons smiled apologetically, and wanted to help the old lady up immediately when they saw this.

"Don't, don't, you 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 a few hurdles in a person's life, and it is very difficult to get over it. Isn't it just that I have encountered a hurdle, and I want to ask for comfort." The old patient said.

Zheng Ren heard that her words were quite clear, and she didn't seem to be suffering from dementia, so he said with a smile, "Don't worry, the recovery will be very fast after the operation."

"Professor Zheng, I'm not afraid of your jokes. The older I get, the more afraid of death I am." The old patient tried to reach out his hand, Zheng Ren understood, and quickly passed his hand over.

The old patient held Zheng Ren's hand, as if talking to his children and grandchildren, only very politely.

"Professor Zheng, you are young and have a good temper. I am a feudal superstition, and you even weaved red ropes for me. When I was young, many people died in my hometown many years ago, and there are mass graves. Every time I pass by that side , my grandma will tie a red string on me, saying that it can ward off evil spirits."

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

"I just said it casually, but Xiao Chang took it seriously." The old patient said, "Look at this...it's really troublesome for you."

"It's okay, it's okay, don't bother." Zheng Ren said with some embarrassment in his heart.

"There are many rules in my hometown. It is said that three knots on the red rope are used to drive away ghosts and evil spirits; five knots are..."

Zheng Ren then patiently listened to the ten-minute folklore explanation.

"Professor Zheng, I'm sorry for your trouble." Finally, the old patient insisted on sitting up hard, holding Zheng Ren's hand with both hands, "In the words of our hometown, you are the Bodhisattva who saves the suffering. Leave it to my grandson."

"..."

Zheng Ren scratched his head.

It's okay for Gu Xiaoran to make up a red rope to fool around, but Zheng Ren is embarrassed when the old man says that.

"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, I'll make one for you in person, do you think it's okay?"