Chapter 2665 Weaving Red Rope

Chang Yue was taken aback.

She looked at Mr. Zheng with a gentle and honest smile beside her, and felt a little strange.

"Professor Zheng, this...how embarrassing." The old patient quickly grabbed the red string in Chang Yue's hand, and explained awkwardly: "No, no, scientists like you are very busy, I am Superstition, feudal superstition..."

Hearing her nonsense, Zheng Ren smiled, "Is there any more red string?"

"Boss Zheng, I have a little left here." Gu Xiaoran handed over the red rope that was just left over.

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

Seeing Zheng Ren skillfully knitting the red rope with his hands and fingers, the room fell silent. The patients and their family members in the nearby hospital bed watched with envy. Professor Zheng's hands are really clever.

The five thread knots are delicate and beautiful. Zheng Ren's hands seem to be able to do magic. In just a few minutes, a red rope is woven.

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

"En." The old man nodded slightly, she was a little confused. She knows best how long it takes to weave this kind of red rope, but it must be weaved for children every year, whether they wear it or not.

Especially for children who go out to work or go to school, she will formally wear a string of red strings around their ankles when they leave home.

In the hearts of the elderly, this means peace and security. But now some people wear red strings for themselves, this is how 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.

"I put it on for you." Zheng Ren tied the red string, looked at it carefully, and felt very satisfied.

My level is much higher than when I came to the imperial capital last year. Shouldn't Yi Ren's heart made of guide wire be replaced?

With a smile on his face, Zheng Ren thought about it.

"Thank you, thank you." The old man tried hard to touch the red rope with her hands, but the large amount of ascites made her movements clumsy and stiff, and she couldn't do a simple movement at ordinary times.

"Old man, you can meet him after the surgery, don't worry." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "That's it, we'll see you at the surgery tomorrow."

"Yeah." The old man was a little excited, she looked at the beautiful red rope from a distance, and with the support of her son, she resumed her semi-recumbent position.

Zheng Ren turned to leave, and Chang Yue reminded from behind, "Mr. Zheng, for the patients in the same ward, it doesn't seem right that you only give a red string to one patient."

"Uh..." Zheng Ren thought for a while and asked, "Then you go and ask. If they want it, I'll make it up."

Chang Yue nodded and turned back to the ward.

Zheng Ren didn't feel that there was anything wrong. For him, appeasing the mood of an old man who was about to undergo surgery was a normal job.

But when Chang Yue took out a bunch of red threads after dinner at night, Zheng Ren felt bad.

This should not become a routine task in the future... The patients in the ward are mixed with postoperative and preoperative patients. It was originally intended to be a demonstration for postoperative patients, so that patients who have just entered the park can rest assured.

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

"Make it up." Chang Yue said, "The other patients found out about your weaving of the red string this afternoon, and they all clamored for it."

Zheng Ren looked at the red rope and sighed slightly.

Su Yun gloated and fed Heizi to drink and eat peanuts, and said with a smile, "You don't have to worry about the shortage, but the inequality. Boss, you have worked hard."

Zheng Ren also knows this kind of mentality, but...it seems to be a bit too much.

Sitting on the sofa, he asked Yi Ren, "Yi Ren, when I knit the red rope this afternoon, I felt that my skills have improved again. How about weaving another one for you?"

"No." Xie Yiren clutched her chest. She had been wearing the heart shape that Zheng Ren wove with guide wire as a pendant.

Zheng Ren didn't force it either, but picked up the red silk thread and chatted while weaving the red thread rope.

"How about the director's side? Let's take a video." Zheng Ren asked boredly.

"The director's health 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 to Director Pan's video.

On the tablet, Director Pan's thick and slightly old voice came.

"Have you finished your meal?"

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

"Don't talk nonsense, I ate noodles at night." Although Director Pan said so, he still couldn't help wiping the corner of his mouth with his hand.

Su Yun laughed out loud.

"Director, guess what Mr. Zheng is doing." Chang Yue leaned over to say hello to Director Pan.

"Doing scientific research? I said before that you treated a child with advanced cancer, and then went to Europe. How are you doing now?" Director Pan asked.

"Wrong!" Su Yun said, "The boss thinks that the surgical patients don't have a sense of ritual, and they are weaving red strings to replace the wrist rings, so it will be easier to distinguish them in the future."

Zheng Ren smiled, it was obvious that when Su Yun said this, his mind turned a few times, and what he said was inconsistent.

However, it is a bit troublesome to make up 5 knots, and it will be done with 1 knot in the future.

Su Yun said that, and turned the screen to Zheng Ren.

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

"Director." Zheng Ren raised the red string in his hand and said, "I met an old patient in the afternoon and said it was a habit in my hometown and asked me to weave a red string."

"Uh..." Mr. Pan looked at the red string on the table, was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed, "I thought only Yuelao could hold the red string, and you kid can do it 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, making fun of Zheng Ren.

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

"That is, it's a big deal, and you are the only one who takes it seriously," Director Pan said.

"Don't eat those messy things, remember." Zheng Ren's tone didn't sound like he was talking to the director of the department, but like talking to his parents, he said, "Don't show off your survival skills when you were young, What time is it now, and there is no shortage of your food."

Director Pan glared at him, but Zheng Ren knit the red rope with his head down, talking while weaving, he didn't notice Director Pan's eyes at all.

"I usually pay more attention to my body. The cyanobacteria are under control, but you were so scary at that time. Remember, next time I go back and see you eating bamboo rats, I will be really angry."