Not long after, he discovered that the child brought by his junior sister was very unusual.
Xiao Yazhi's little eyes looked at his big brother's trouser pocket instead of looking at his handsome face like other children.
"Has anyone ever played a similar game with her? Take candy out of your pocket and show it to her like magic." Huang Zhilei analyzed the child's behavior and said, "It is estimated that this kind of action started when she was very young.
She demonstrated it in front of her, forming a conditioned reflex since childhood. You can see her eyes are very excited."
The difference is that the senior brother is a neurosurgeon, and he quickly noticed the reason for the child's strange behavior. Xie Wanying was impressed and asked: "Senior brother, what should we do?"
"From 2 to 6 years old, I estimate that she is about six years old now. Her brain is practicing to connect with the outside world and give feedback. Some corrections can be made appropriately. But there is no need to be nervous. The human brain, even if it is ninety years old, still has nerves that are still growing.
Yuan. It will be nice if she figures it out one day."
Senior Brother Huang is as optimistic as Senior Brother Cao.
"Why are you here?" Huang Zhilei asked the junior sister. Today is unusual. In the past, the junior sister was too busy to even look at them. "They asked you to take care of the children?"
"The teachers were late in the ward because of something to do." Xie Wanying replied.
"Oh." Huang Zhilei said suddenly, and simply took his junior sister to see Senior Brother Cao's patient.
An eight-year-old boy who belongs to the brain surgery department was pushed into the operating room, and the anesthesiologist was about to give him anesthesia. The boy's face was either indifferent or helpless, but his little eyes were full of fear.
Huang Zhilei went over and wiped the boy's face with his fingers: "I told you, it will be fine soon, no need to cry. Boys must be strong."
The boy's eyes fell on the little bean sprout behind him.
There was a child younger than him here who didn't cry. The boy suddenly felt a sense of security and quickly fell asleep by inhaling the anesthetic.
Another person walked in at the door of the operating room.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xie Wanying and Xiao Yazhi looked back.
Cao Yong came in and slightly blinked his handsome eyes: Surprisingly, he bumped into his junior sister.
Normally, operations are performed in the operating room, but everyone is busy going where they can and focusing on the work at hand.
When a new uncle arrived, Xiao Yazhi walked over, stretched out her little hand, and pulled at his uncle's trouser pocket.
"Yazhi, you—" Xie Wanying was surprised, wondering why this child suddenly ran over and pulled Senior Brother Cao's trouser pocket.
Xiao Yazhi pulled her uncle's trouser pocket, raised her head and looked at her uncle.
This uncle was different from the other uncle. He didn't look angry at all, which made her even more curious, and she kept pulling with her little hands.
Cao Yong looked at the child with a smile, looking lifeless. He bent down and asked the child in a gentle tone: "Why, did you find that something was about to fall out of my trouser pocket just now? Did you just pull it somewhere before?
What’s the good stuff?”
Wow, Senior Brother Cao is so powerful. What can you tell from this? Xie Wanying was shocked.
Xiao Yazhi blinked at her uncle.
"Tell me what you pulled." Cao Yong's hand held the child's hand holding his trouser pocket and held it very gently.
It was obvious that his movements were familiar to children and made them feel safe. This was clearly the experience of a skilled expert. Yazhi’s little mouth opened, and the little mouth that seldom spoke spoke out and told her uncle: “Envelope.”
This child actually knows about envelopes, which shows that he is not a child who knows nothing at all.