Chapter 2866: line with translation of chapter title

2771.2664 preoperative anxiety

Returned to the office, Zheng Ren opened the computer, first went to look at the email sent by Bota.

Xiao Shitou's condition indeed had an optimistic side; after taking medication and undergoing DeepMACT examination, it was found that the number of tumor cells in the blood showed a clear reduction, and the tumor tissue in the lungs and abdomen also began to show some changes.

But he only showed increased sputum, not the breathing difficulty Su Yun mentioned. It seems Su Yun glanced at the email and got the understanding wrong.

"More sputum, how did this happen?" Su Yun muttered to himself: "It sounds strange."

"It's not yellow sputum, no infection." Zheng Ren read the email through, leaned his back against the chair, eyes slightly closed, and said softly: "Let's observe for now; it might be that the drug irritates the bronchi, producing a lot of secretion."

Regarding this, Zheng Ren and Su Yun had no definite judgment. Now, all matters concerning Xiao Shitou's treatment are unfamiliar exploration; every step is a brand-new step, with no prior experience to refer to.

Thinking about Xiao Shitou's condition, Zheng Ren and Su Yun fell silent, silently pondering.

"Xiao Linzi, can you braid rope?" Chang Yue walked in from outside and asked Lin Yuan.

"What rope?" Lin Yuan lifted his head from behind the computer and asked.

"The kind of red thread rope worn on the hand."

"I can't, I've never seen it." Lin Yuan said.

"Sister Chang Yue, I can." Gu Xiao Ran said, "It's the kind worn before the Dragon Boat Festival, taken off when it rains after the festival, right?"

"Hmm." Chang Yue wasn't very sure, but still nodded.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Gu Xiao Ran volunteered.

Zheng Ren also couldn't figure out Xiao Shitou's condition change; he could only observe further. After hearing Chang Yue's words, he opened his eyes and asked: "What's wrong, Chang Yue?"

"There's a patient worried about the surgery failing, insisting you help make something." Chang Yue gave Zheng Ren a cold glance and said.

"Why is that?" Zheng Ren was very puzzled.

"She's a bit nervous; I think she's been scared by the surgery." Chang Yue said, "Tomorrow's surgery, today her heart rate is already over 100."

Patients with preoperative anxiety are not uncommon, but it really has nothing to do with braiding red rope. Zheng Ren silently watched Gu Xiao Ran skillfully braid the red rope, thinking that besides being willing to cry, this kid is otherwise not bad.

Watching Gu Xiao Ran's movements in braiding the red rope were light and skilled, his hands were quite dexterous.

"Sister Chang Yue, every year during the Dragon Boat Festival my mom makes this for me. Since the year before last, I've started braiding red rope for my mom, tying it on her, and she's especially happy." Gu Xiao Ran's hands were nimble; Zheng Ren felt he was playing with two guidewires.

Could guidewires really be manipulated like that? Watching, Zheng Ren's fingers began to twitch slightly.

Seems possible, Zheng Ren thought.

A few minutes later, a red rope was braided; Chang Yue's usually stern face showed a hint of a smile.

"Chief Zheng, lend me your use." Chang Yue said.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren responded in surprise.

"Lend me your head for a use!" I've seen this in books before; what does "lend yourself a use" mean?

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

Zheng Ren nodded, then stood up.

Since Chang Yue joined the Medical Team, from Hai Cheng to 912, Zheng Ren's communication with patients has become less and less. Before, he always had to spend half his time chatting with patients, building rapport, to ease their anxiety and agitation.

Now these tasks are all done by Chang Yue; Zheng Ren, aside from morning and evening rounds, hasn't chatted idly with patients or their families for a long time.

Taking a look at Chang Yue's communication would also be good, Zheng Ren thought.

Su Yun had no interest in this at all; he sat in the chair, his buttocks seeming glued with adhesive, holding his phone, both thumbs flying across the screen.

Zheng Ren followed behind Chang Yue, seeing her steps somewhat light, he found it amusing.

During morning rounds, Zheng Ren knew which patient would have surgery tomorrow; especially since Chang Yue said the patient was relatively old, he already had a guess.

Sure enough, Chang Yue walked up to the elderly patient and said with a smile: "Elder, this is the red rope Chief Zheng braided for you."

Saying this, Chang Yue took the red rope in hand and waved it in front of the elderly patient's eyes.

Zheng Ren felt he should step forward two steps, perhaps to deepen the patient's impression. He stood behind Chang Yue, smiling as he looked at the patient.

"Um, Professor Zheng, really troubling you." The elderly woman had a large amount of ascites, her belly swollen like a small mountain. Lying semi-reclined in bed, seeing Zheng Ren enter, she struggled to sit up.

But first, she's old; second, she has lots of ascites; as her position changes, the diaphragm also moves, affecting breathing.

Her two sons wore apologetic smiles, seeing this they wanted to immediately help the elderly woman up.

"No, no, please stay lying down." Zheng Ren said with a smile, "Elder, is this a custom from your hometown?"

"It's the old rule, saying that in this life one must have several hurdles, and it's hard to get past them. I suppose I've just hit a hurdle, seeking some comfort." The elderly patient said.

Zheng Ren heard her speech was fairly clear, not like senile dementia, and smiled saying, "Rest assured, recovery after surgery is quick."

"Professor Zheng, don't mind my saying this, but the older one gets, the more afraid of death." The elderly patient strained to reach out her hand; Zheng Ren understood and quickly extended his own hand.

The elderly patient held Zheng Ren's hand, as if speaking to her grandchildren at her knees, just very politely.

"Professor Zheng, you're young and good-tempered. This counts as feudal superstition, but you personally braided this red rope for me. When I was young, many people died years ago in our hometown's that area, there are chaotic graves. Whenever we passed there, my grandmother would tie a red rope on me, saying it wards off evil."

"Mm-hmm, that's right." Zheng Ren didn't know what to say, just giving a random answer.

"I was just saying it offhand; Chang Yue took it seriously." The elderly patient said, "You see this matter... it's really too much trouble for you."

"It's fine, it's fine, not troublesome." Zheng Ren said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"There are many customs in my hometown; they say three knots on the red rope ward off ghosts and evil; five knots are……"

Zheng Ren then patiently listened to a brief explanation of the folklore, about ten minutes.

"Professor Zheng, you've troubled me." Finally the elderly patient insisted on sitting up, gripping Zheng Ren's hand with both hands, and said, "In our hometown's words, you are a bodhisattva who saves from suffering; the red rope you braided for me, I must keep for my grandson."

"……"

Zheng Ren scratched his head.

It would have been fine if Gu Xiao Ran just braided a red rope to fool around, but after the elderly patient said that, Zheng Ren felt embarrassed.

"Elder, I didn't know your hometown had these customs either." Zheng Ren smiled and said, "You say how many knots it should have; I'll braid one for you right here and see if you like it."