“Three hundred thousand… Honey, maybe we should just not treat this illness.”
Zhou You no longer had the mood to care about what moyamoya disease even was. All he knew was that he couldn’t afford the three-hundred-thousand-yuan cost.
If he shelled out that three hundred thousand, his family would probably fall apart immediately.
Zhou You didn’t want treatment, but Yang Jiao didn’t want to give up.
Yang Jiao asked, “Doctor, with my husband’s current condition, if he has surgery, what’s the recovery rate? Can he be cured right away?”
In Yang Jiao’s view, illness definitely needed to be treated—especially when the sick person was her own husband.
So at this point, she was no longer thinking about how much it would cost.
Yang Jiao just wanted to know the surgery’s success rate.
Qin Jiang was about to answer when a group of medical staff suddenly came running in from outside, carrying an elderly man on a stretcher.
“Dr. Qin, come quick—this old man is fading fast.”
Qin Jiang hurried over.
“What’s going on?”
The old man’s family member said tearfully, “My dad was eating breakfast this morning, and then this happened. We don’t know what’s wrong.”
Qin Jiang looked closely and saw the old man lying on the stretcher—his mouth was crooked, his hands were twitching and trembling like chicken claws, and he had lost consciousness.
Qin Jiang immediately realized this could be epilepsy.
“Does your father have any underlying conditions? Like high blood pressure, high blood sugar, high cholesterol?”
The woman quickly nodded.
“My dad has high blood pressure and high cholesterol.”
Qin Jiang said to Zou Moli, who was standing nearby, “Take him in for a checkup right away. I suspect it’s a cerebral infarction—prepare the thrombolytic medication.”
Because of this emergency case, the entire TCM clinic suddenly became busy.
Zou Moli took the old man for tests, while Qin Jiang asked detailed questions about the old man here.
Including when the old man had collapsed, whether he’d had symptoms like this before, and his medical history and dietary habits.
Zhou You and his wife watched from the side and felt nervous too.
They had just looked it up online—moyamoya disease was actually very similar to cerebral infarction.
If they had to distinguish between the two, moyamoya disease tended to affect younger people, with a higher incidence among the young, while cerebral infarction leaned more toward the elderly, with a higher incidence among older people.
But either way, once it struck, it would be just like this old man here.
The test results came out quickly, confirming it was indeed a cerebral infarction.
Without any hesitation, Qin Jiang immediately gave the old man thrombolytic treatment.
Thrombolytic treatment means injecting targeted clot-dissolving medication to rapidly dissolve the blood clots in the patient’s body, ensuring the blood vessels stay clear and function is quickly restored.
After Qin Jiang finished the treatment, he sat back down at the consultation desk.
Qin Jiang looked at Yang Jiao.
“What were you asking again?”
Yang Jiao said, “I was asking if surgery is done, is the success rate high? Will it recur?”
Qin Jiang explained, “Moyamoya disease actually isn’t a major illness. As long as it’s not too severe, it generally doesn’t need to be treated.”
“Also, the brain is a very complex area—surgery carries high risks. I don’t recommend surgery.”
“The recurrence rate depends on diet and lifestyle habits—that’s hard to say.”
“But you still need to understand the dangers of moyamoya disease. More severe cases can develop into cerebral infarction, just like that old man earlier.”
Thinking of how the old man had looked, Yang Jiao couldn’t help asking, “Dr. Qin, I saw you give that old man some kind of clot-dissolving medication.”
“Could you give some to my husband too? We have the money.”
Qin Jiang glanced at Yang Jiao.
“I know you’re anxious right now, but thrombolytic medication can’t be used carelessly.”
Qin Jiang pointed to the QR code on the table.
“Alright, you don’t need to worry too much. Your husband’s moyamoya disease hasn’t reached the point where he needs thrombolytic medication. Scan the code to pay first—I’ll go prepare some Chinese medicine for you. Have your husband take it for a while, then come back for a follow-up to see how it’s working.”
“That’ll be two thousand five hundred total.”
Hearing that Qin Jiang was going to prescribe Chinese medicine, Zhou You nodded repeatedly.
“Chinese medicine is great—Chinese medicine is cheap.”
“Honey, let’s try the Chinese medicine first. If it doesn’t work, we can try Western medicine.”
Yang Jiao wanted to solve it in one go. If an illness could be cured all at once, that was definitely best—it would save the patient from suffering.
But now that Qin Jiang had said to try Chinese medicine first, Yang Jiao couldn’t insist further. She could only take out her phone to pay.
Ding.
[Detected that the host spoke frankly to the patient, revealing the patient’s hidden condition and greatly helping the patient. Mission complete.]
[Congratulations, host, for receiving the reward: Crane Five-Seed Pill.]
After the couple paid, Qin Jiang went straight to the pharmacy to prepare the medicine.
Before long, Qin Jiang came back with over a dozen doses of Chinese medicine.
“This is Yuzu Gouteng Decoction. Take it home and brew one bowl a day. It’s best to drink it in the morning before breakfast—absorption will be better that way.”
Yang Jiao took the medicine and thanked him repeatedly.
“Okay, Dr. Qin, don’t worry. I’ll make sure he takes his medicine on time.”
Qin Jiang continued, “There’s one more thing I need to tell you.”
“Although the probability is very small, if your husband does end up like that old man earlier and suddenly has a cerebral infarction—”
“Then no matter where you are, get him to the nearest hospital as quickly as possible. It doesn’t have to be here. Understood?”
The couple was a bit confused.
“Why, Dr. Qin? We only trust you now.”
Qin Jiang said, “If you trust me, then do as I say.”
“Because in the hours following a cerebral infarction, there’s a golden window for thrombolysis. Any reasonably proper hospital—not a small clinic—will have clot-dissolving medication.”
“Let me put it this way: a cerebral infarction is a blocked blood vessel. It’s like being deprived of oxygen—if blood can’t flow for a long time, it causes tremendous damage to all the functional areas of the brain.”
“So you must get thrombolysis done in the shortest time possible. The shorter the time, the better the recovery.”
Qin Jiang used the old man from earlier as an example.
“That old man was brought in relatively quickly, so his prognosis should be good—he shouldn’t have any aftereffects.”
“But if he’d been brought in too late, the thrombolytic treatment would be far less effective. At that point, there’s a very high chance of paralysis, or even becoming a vegetative state.”
Hearing Qin Jiang say this, the couple nodded to show they understood.
“Thank you, Dr. Qin. We know what to do now.”
The viewers in the livestream also sighed in amazement.
“So there’s a golden window for thrombolysis after a cerebral infarction. That’s really useful knowledge.”
