Chang Yue was stunned.
She looked at President Zheng, who had a warm and honest smile on his face, and felt a little strange.
"Professor Zheng, how ... How can I accept this?" The old patient quickly grabbed the red string in Chang Yue's hand and explained in embarrassment,""No, no, it's fine. People like you ... Scientists are all very busy. I'm just superstitious, feudal superstition ..."
Zheng Ren laughed when he heard her ramble."Do you still have any red strings?"
"Boss Zheng, I still have some left." Gu Xiaoran handed over the red string that she had just left.
"Old man, it's fine." Zheng Ren sat down by the bed and said gently,""This isn't feudal superstition. It's now called a traditional custom. As long as you think it's useful, then it's useful. We often use psychological therapy to treat our patients, so it's normal. "
