Qin Jiang’s words left the couple completely stunned.
So going to a small clinic could actually end up giving you a new illness?
Netizens in the live stream quickly joined the discussion.
“That’s actually true. When I got sick before, I went to a big hospital and didn’t get better for a whole month. But when I went to a small clinic, one shot was all it took.”
“That’s because big hospitals are very cautious with their medications—they won’t use anything risky. Small clinics, though? They don’t care what you have. They just drop the heaviest hitters right from the start.”
“With that kind of antibiotic dosage, even the King of Hell would shake his head, and the Black and White Impermanence would probably sit down for a cup of tea before leaving.”
Now that the root cause had been found, treating Meng Yu’s condition became much simpler.
Qin Jiang said to Meng Yu, “I’ll prescribe some medication to help balance the number of brewing yeasts in your gut. But from now on, try not to go to small clinics for treatment—go to a proper hospital instead, and ask them to go easy on the antibiotics.”
The truth is, colds and fevers aren’t actually “cured” by medicine—they’re healed by your own immune system.
It’s just that different people have different levels of immunity, so some folks can rest at home and sleep it off without any shots or meds, and they’re fine the next day.
Others, even after shots and medication, still feel awful.
Overusing antibiotics does a lot of harm to your body’s ability to build up its own immunity.
Especially once your body develops resistance, antibiotics won’t do much for you in the short term anyway.
So Qin Jiang didn’t recommend rushing off for shots and pills at the first sign of a minor illness. Sticking to a workout routine and building up your physique was what really mattered.
Hearing that Meng Yu’s condition could be cured, the couple finally relaxed. They quickly assured Qin Jiang that they’d never go to a small clinic for random shots and meds again.
Netizens in the live stream couldn’t help but chime in.
“I don’t think that’s fair. Small clinics are actually pretty great for regular folks—they’re cheap, and for minor issues, they work fast without eating into your work time.”
“Exactly. Last time I went to a big hospital, I spent the whole morning just waiting in line. Then the doctor made me do all sorts of tests and scans, only to prescribe me some basic meds. Cost me a few hundred bucks—it hurt my wallet so bad.”
“Didn’t you hear what Dr. Qin said? He’s not telling you to never go to small clinics—he’s saying don’t run there for every little thing. Every medicine has its side effects, especially when you’re using them all wrong.”
Qin Jiang was about to head into the pharmacy to prepare Meng Yu’s prescription when he suddenly noticed a lump on Meng Yu’s neck.
From the front, it wasn’t very obvious. But when Meng Yu stood up and Qin Jiang looked down from above, it became instantly clear.
Frowning, Qin Jiang asked, “What’s that lump on your neck?”
Yang Yan glanced at it too, then said casually, “It’s nothing serious. Probably just weight gain.”
“Weight gain?”
Qin Jiang leaned in for a closer look. The lump was soft, with no hard mass—it really did look like fat, just as if he’d put on weight.
But Qin Jiang’s frown didn’t go away. He had a feeling it wasn’t that simple.
He’d seen plenty of overweight people—double chins, triple chins—you name it.
But when people gain weight, the fat usually distributes evenly in a ring around the neck. Meng Yu’s case was different—only his neck area was swollen, and the shape was irregular.
Qin Jiang said to Zou Molly, “Take him in for a CT scan. Let’s see what’s really going on.”
Meng Yu was a bit reluctant to spend the money.
“Dr. Qin, is that really necessary? I don’t feel any discomfort—no pain or anything.”
Qin Jiang replied calmly, “Since you came to my clinic, it’s my responsibility to get to the bottom of your condition. Whether it’s necessary or not—that’s for me to decide.”
Hearing that, Meng Yu had no choice but to obediently follow Zou Molly for another CT scan.
Ten minutes later, the images were ready.
Qin Jiang picked up the scans and took a look. His expression immediately turned serious.
He asked, “Do you snore when you sleep?”
Meng Yu scratched his head, not sure how to answer.
After all, he was asleep—how would he know if he snored?
But Yang Yan quickly replied, “He does snore, and it’s pretty loud.”
“I usually go to bed first and let him sleep later, just so his snoring doesn’t keep me awake.”
Noticing that Qin Jiang’s expression didn’t look great, Yang Yan asked cautiously, “Dr. Qin, snoring caused by being overweight is pretty normal, right?”
Qin Jiang said, “If it’s truly caused by obesity, then yes, that’s normal.”
“But your husband’s case isn’t simply due to weight gain.”
“He most likely has Madelung’s syndrome, and he’ll need surgery.”
“Huh?”
The couple was once again stunned.
Out of nowhere, why did he need surgery?
Qin Jiang pointed to the fatty lump on Meng Yu’s neck and explained, “These fat deposits on his neck may still feel soft right now, but we can’t rule out the possibility of pathological changes later on.”
“Although the chance of that happening is low, these tumors will keep growing. Eventually, his entire neck could become deformed. So the best course of action is surgical removal.”
Yang Yan grew anxious.
“These are tumors? Not fat?”
Qin Jiang nodded.
“Yes. Madelung’s syndrome—also known in medicine as symmetric lipomatosis. This condition is more common in men, especially those who drink heavily over a long period.”
Qin Jiang turned to Meng Yu.
“Do you often feel short of breath these days? Sometimes struggle to catch your breath, or get dizzy and have headaches?”
Meng Yu’s face changed slightly upon hearing that.
“Yes, that’s exactly how I feel. Especially after a late night of driving, when I come back to catch up on sleep during the day—I often can’t sleep well. I just thought it was because I was getting fat.”
Qin Jiang continued, “That’s because these tumors on your neck are already putting pressure on your trachea. If you let them keep growing, they could affect your ability to swallow. In severe cases, they might even interfere with your blood circulation.”
Hearing Qin Jiang describe it so seriously, the couple couldn’t help but ask again:
“Dr. Qin, if he does need surgery, how risky is it? And is it expensive?”
Qin Jiang reassured them.
“It’s just a minor surgery, and the risk isn’t high.”
“All we need to do is completely remove the excess fatty tissue along the cervical fascia. The recurrence rate after surgery is also low, and it won’t affect your daily life.”
Hearing that, the couple finally felt relieved.
A minor surgery was good—minor surgeries didn’t cost too much.
