Zhou You reached out his hand.
Soon, Zhou You noticed that Qin Jiang’s expression was a bit off.
Two minutes passed, and Qin Jiang hadn’t said a word the entire time.
This made the couple nervous.
Zhou You spoke up and asked, “Doctor, my body should be fine, right?”
Zhou You knew there was definitely something wrong with his body, but he was hoping it would be something minor—ideally, something that wouldn’t cost too much money.
Qin Jiang glanced at Zhou You and asked, “Do you usually feel any discomfort in your body, or anything particularly unusual?”
Zhou You was caught off guard for a moment.
“Nothing special, really. Just occasionally my hands tremble.”
Qin Jiang continued asking, “How’s your grip strength? Can you hold things steadily?”
“Do you ever feel weak in the legs?”
These two questions from Qin Jiang seemed completely baffling to Zhou You.
He was just here to see a doctor—why was he suddenly being asked all this?
Seeing that Zhou You hadn’t answered for a while, Qin Jiang immediately said to him in a serious tone, “The questions I’m asking you are very helpful for diagnosis, so I hope you can answer me honestly.”
Zhou You glanced at the camera in the distance, then said a bit embarrassedly, “My grip is okay, it’s just that sometimes I feel like I can’t exert any strength.”
“Weak legs… actually, that happens fairly often. I just fell earlier because my legs gave out.”
Qin Jiang had noticed when the two of them first walked in—Zhou You’s pants were covered in mud and scratches. It was clear he had indeed taken a fall, and not a light one either, otherwise Yang Jiao wouldn’t have been so anxious.
Qin Jiang continued asking, “Do you get headaches often? Or feel dizzy?”
Yang Jiao chimed in from the side.
“Yes, my husband has had headaches since we got married, but he says it’s not too painful. He usually just takes some headache powder and that’s it. He never wants to go to the hospital.”
Qin Jiang nodded and noted this down.
Needing to take headache powder to relieve headaches already showed that Zhou You’s headaches were quite serious.
The viewers in the livestream all sighed after hearing what Yang Jiao said.
“Now that’s a real man—relying on headache powder to suppress his headaches. That’s hardcore.”
“I tried headache powder out of curiosity when I was a kid. It was so bitter. I think I’d rather have a headache forever than take that stuff.”
“The bitterness is because it clears heat and detoxifies. Real headaches can make you feel like death. Think about how Boss Cao died—if it weren’t for his headaches being truly unbearable, Boss Cao could have lived at least ten more years.”
The head is where all kinds of nerves in the human body are distributed, and they’re quite dense.
On top of that, this area is very close to various brain reflex zones, so once a headache hits, both the pain and the duration are far worse than most other illnesses.
“One last question—has your vision changed at all recently?”
As soon as Qin Jiang said this, Zhou You looked at him with a shocked expression.
“Doctor, you’re amazing! How did you know my eyes have been really uncomfortable lately?”
“I keep feeling like my eyes are itchy and I want to scratch them.”
“Also, I can clearly feel my eyesight declining—things are getting blurrier and blurrier.”
“But these past two days, the blurry vision has improved quite a bit. Now it’s just the itching, nothing else.”
This was the first time Yang Jiao had heard that Zhou You’s eyes were uncomfortable too.
No wonder she’d seen Zhou You’s eyes looking red several times—but every time, Zhou You said he just hadn’t rested well, so Yang Jiao didn’t ask further.
But now it seemed that Zhou You’s eye problem was probably quite serious too, otherwise the doctor wouldn’t have brought it up separately.
Seeing that Qin Jiang hadn’t said anything, Yang Jiao thought he was considering whether to do imaging tests or something for them.
Yang Jiao quickly said to Qin Jiang, “Dr. Qin, since my husband is sick, treating the illness definitely comes first.”
“Don’t worry about the money. I want my husband to do whatever tests are needed. We definitely have enough money, and we won’t skip out on payment.”
Qin Jiang nodded at Yang Jiao.
“Ms. Shi Yang, don’t get so worked up. Treating illness here doesn’t cost much.”
As soon as Qin Jiang said this, the viewers in the livestream couldn’t sit still again, and the comments flooded the screen.
“I suspect Dr. Qin is being sarcastic about himself.”
“Hahaha, Dr. Qin’s TCM clinic charges hundreds to thousands for every treatment—how is that cheap?”
“Bro up there, medical treatment has costs too. Doctors need to eat, after all.”
“Yeah, I also feel that if I ever need major surgery in the future, I’d want Dr. Qin to do it. Not only is it cheap here, but most importantly, his skills are excellent!”
Qin Jiang wasn’t distracted by the others and continued examining Zhou You’s condition, then gave his conclusion.
“I think his condition looks like moyamoya disease.”
“Moyamoya disease?”
The couple was completely confused and didn’t know how to respond.
“Dr. Qin, what kind of disease is this moyamoya disease? My husband rarely smokes or drinks. He shouldn’t get this moyamoya thing, right?”
Qin Jiang patiently explained, “There are many factors that cause moyamoya disease—it’s not just smoking and drinking.”
“Also, this moyamoya disease actually has nothing to do with smoke. It’s just a descriptive term—it refers to problems with the blood vessels in the brain.”
Seeing that the couple still didn’t understand, Qin Jiang simply gave an example to explain.
“A normal person’s cerebral blood vessels are like a tree—first there’s the main trunk, and then gradually the branches.”
“With moyamoya disease, the main trunk of the cerebral blood vessels gets blocked. With no other choice, in order to survive, the blood has to have somewhere to go, right? It has to circulate somehow, right?”
“So over time, those branches start frantically grabbing resources, frantically hoarding everything. You’ve probably seen this before.”
After Qin Jiang’s detailed explanation, Zhou You and his wife got anxious.
They had thought it was just a migraine, but it turned out to be moyamoya disease.
The most outrageous part was that, according to Qin Jiang, part of the main trunks of Zhou You’s cerebral blood vessels were completely blocked.
Even though Zhou You seemed perfectly fine right now, once his moyamoya disease acted up, the brain—being such a sensitive area—could easily trigger all kinds of mental illnesses.
Zhou You spoke up and asked, “Doctor, is there still hope for my moyamoya disease? As long as I don’t need surgery, I’ll do anything.”
Qin Jiang said calmly, “Moyamoya disease generally doesn’t require treatment. If you really want to have surgery, you’d need bypass surgery, which starts at three hundred thousand.”
Hearing three hundred thousand, the couple’s faces went pale.
