Volume 1 Chapter 92 Treating the Symptoms but Not the Root Cause
Song's villa, third floor.
Song Yu Yan and her family of three stood by the bed, their faces filled with excitement and a hint of subconscious tension, staring intently at Qin Yan sitting in the chair.
Qin Yan's right hand little finger was placed on the old man's pulse, this gesture of taking the pulse would be laughed at by those who don't understand traditional Chinese medicine - who has ever seen someone take a pulse with just one small finger?
However, Song's family is a traditional Chinese medicine family. Although Song Yuyan has been involved in Western medicine for this generation, she has never abandoned the traditional Chinese medicine passed down from her ancestors.
What is meant by "taking the pulse" is that a doctor uses his fingers to feel the patient's pulse, and judges the condition of the disease from various signs in the pulse.
The little finger is relatively less used and therefore its sense of touch is more sensitive than the other fingers, but this pulse-taking technique is extremely difficult to master.
A thread of inner energy ran along Lao Ye's meridian and slowly traversed his entire body.
It took seven or eight minutes for Qin Yan to withdraw his right hand and say, "According to the current situation, Grandpa should be able to recover to his pre-illness state within two to three months."
"What?!"
Song Yingping was taken aback at first, then quickly stepped forward and tightly grasped Qin Yan's hand, asking with a mix of gratitude and suspicion: "You're saying that Father will recover in two or three months?"
With a proud withdrawal of his clasped hands, Qin Yan shook his head, and this one shake of the head confused Song Yingping: He said that in two or three more months, the old man would return to his pre-illness state, wouldn't he be able to walk, speak, and eat? Wouldn't that mean a complete recovery?
"Dad, it's like this."
Because Song Yingping was not good enough in medical skills, he switched to opening a pharmaceutical factory. On the other hand, his talented daughter inherited his mantle. Song Yuyan explained: "Grandfather has progressive freezing syndrome, and muscle atrophy is just a manifestation of it, not the root cause. Qin Yan can make Grandfather stand up, but that's just treating the symptoms of progressive freezing syndrome, not the underlying cause. If we don't solve the root cause, unless we continue to give Grandfather acupuncture and medicine, once we stop, his muscles will atrophy again."
Qin Yan was very satisfied with her explanation, and to show his appreciation, he secretly glanced at her chest a few times before saying to Song Yingping: "First, we need to cure the symptoms, so that Grandfather can stand up. Through the warm nourishment of the medicinal soup and his own exercise, we'll adjust his physical condition to its best state. Only then will I dare to continue with the next stage of treatment."
For Alzheimer's disease, so far he has no absolute grasp, and the treatment of brain lesions is very dangerous. If the patient does not have a good physique, I'm afraid that before the disease is cured, the person will be gone.
After this explanation, Song Yingping finally understood. He furrowed his brow and thought for a moment before nodding: "In other words, as long as you continue to treat Father's symptoms, even if you don't take the risk of treating the root cause, Father will still be fine."
"That's right!"
"In that case, let's not treat the root cause then, since treating the root cause is dangerous."
"That's what I'm saying, but I don't dare guarantee that there won't be any pathological changes in the lesion."
As long as Qin Yan continues to give the old man injections, the symptoms of gradual freezing will not appear, and there is no difference in all aspects with normal people.
On the contrary, treating the lesions in the brain is dangerous, so it's not necessary to treat the root cause, at least that's how Song Yingping understands it.
In theory, it is indeed the case, but before that, the muscle atrophy and stiffness caused by ALS are incurable. Generally speaking, patients with ALS will die within two to three years, although Qin Yan can cure Song Lao's condition, making him appear normal on the surface, but since there is no precedent, no one guarantees that this will continue to be safe.
"Let's talk about this after Grandpa gets better."
Qin Yan got up from the chair beside the bed, saw the old man lying on the bed, grasped his hand with the only movable hand and kept saying "ah", he knew that the old man was expressing gratitude, and also telling him: after the muscle atrophy and stiffness are cured, be sure to cure the root cause.
He nodded and patted the withered hand in a comforting manner, then stood up and said to Song Yingping, "Alright, today's treatment will stop here. I'll leave first."
After finishing speaking, he took a lingering glance at Song Yu Yan's towering chest, and under the beautiful doctor's almost devouring gaze, he walked out of the bedroom.
"Mr. Qin, wait!"
He had just walked out of the bedroom when Song Yingping's voice came from behind, and at the same time, Qin Yan's mouth curled up with a pleased smile: That's exactly what I wanted, you to take the initiative!
A few minutes later.
Song Yu Yan accompanied the old man to talk, Qin Yan, Song Ying Ping, and Cui Xiu three people appeared in the study on the second floor, the door was locked from the inside.
Actually, except for the old man, the other three were both grateful and angry towards Qin Yan. They were grateful that he had helped the old man recover from his illness and had achieved obvious results. What made them angry was that he had opened his mouth so wide, wanting 5125 shares of the pharmaceutical factory's stock. This guy was too ruthless.
But today was different. Cui Xiu showed enthusiasm that he had never shown before, and as soon as he entered the study, he made tea for Qin Yan and brought out various snacks and fruits.
Qin Yan didn't say a word, but just smiled and looked at Cui Xiu busily, looking at Song Yingping's face full of smiles.
Damn it!
Song Yingping secretly resented this kid for being too difficult to deal with, as he seemed to never take the initiative, and yet it was precisely this lack of initiative that gave him the upper hand.
It was as if the last time he gave Cui Xiu medicine, Qin Yan would help her decoct it every time he came to see Lao Ye. However, from the first day he shouted the slogan of 5125 shares, to Cui Xiu taking a week's worth of Chinese medicine, he had never asked about Cui Xiu's stomach condition on his own initiative.
Two weeks later, he stopped taking the medicine directly and didn't ask anything about it.
If he had asked about the situation, Song Yingping would have said with a reserved tone, "The effect is still okay, but there are some flaws." This is the most basic way of haggling. Unfortunately, if he didn't ask, Song Yingping wouldn't be able to say so, and if she spoke up on her own initiative, she would be in a passive position, how could she still have the nerve to pick faults?
It's like this again today!
He called out to him himself, and he didn't ask for a reason, just sat there with a smile, as if he had decided that he would speak up on his own.
Whoever speaks first will be at a disadvantage, Song Yingping was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but...
Benefit!
That's right, it's all about interests!
He is a businessman and attaches great importance to interests, so he cannot let go of this business opportunity. Even if he knows that whoever speaks first will be at a disadvantage, for the sake of interest, he cannot help but speak.
"Mr. Qin, you see...you and our family's Yuyan are good friends, I still feel more intimate calling you Little Qin, after all, we're all one of us."
Song Yingping's face was filled with smiles, gesturing to Qin Yan to drink tea. He also picked up his teacup and took a sip, then continued: "The medicine you prescribed for your aunt last time had a pretty good effect. I wonder if it can be made into a patent medicine? Will it have too much of an impact on the efficacy?"
In fact, with Qin Yan's skills, if he wants to cure Cui Xiu's chronic stomach disease and cooperate with the inner energy, one acupuncture treatment will definitely be cured.
But he didn't do so, and instead gave Choi Soo some Chinese medicine. What was his intention?
In short, he was conveying a message to Song Yingping through this method: your wife's chronic gastritis can't be cured by others, but I can cure it, and I didn't use acupuncture, it was the effect of that dose of Chinese medicine.
Others' intractable stomach disease, a Chinese medicine prescription two weeks to cure, it can be imagined that the effect of this prescription, if this decoction into proprietary Chinese medicines, will certainly produce no small value.
"Of course, it can be made into a patent medicine. The efficacy will indeed decrease somewhat, but...it's just that the recovery time will increase from two weeks to over 20 days." Qin Yan answered with a smile.
"I see... Hmm, this prescription isn't bad."
"Not bad."
“……”
Song Yingping was so angry that he wanted to rush up and strangle him to death, but no matter how many times he tried to lure the kid into his trap, the other party just wouldn't take the bait.
He seemed to have figured it out, as long as he didn't take the initiative to speak up, and even after three days and nights of evading the issue, he could only grit his teeth and say: "Little Qin, you see... you're good friends with our family's Yuyan, and no matter what I say, I'm considered a senior, so naturally I'll think of you first when there's any benefit."
"Then thank you, Uncle." Qin Yan politely expressed his gratitude.
"You bought this prescription for 20 million yuan, no problem?" Song Yingping's expression seemed to be giving Qin Yantian a huge benefit.
"No problem."
"Ah!"
Qin Yan's extremely refreshing response made Song Yingping stunned: In his opinion, this kid was absolutely a sly and cunning character. Although he said two million on the surface, in fact, he had long been prepared to haggle over the price. The highest purchase price he set for this prescription was 10 million!
But he could never have imagined that this cunning little guy would agree to his price in one breath, had he misheard?
Just as he thought he had misheard or the other person was an idiot, Qin Yan's words made him stare blankly: "I'm also planning to open a pharmaceutical factory, but I'm just short of funds. With these two million, it should be enough."
"Are you going to open a pharmaceutical factory?" Song Yingping exclaimed in surprise.
"Don't worry, since I've sold you the prescription, I definitely won't and dare not produce this stomach medicine."
Qin Yan took a sip of the top-grade Bi Luo Chun tea in his cup and said lightly, "I plan to focus on beauty and body care, such as removing scars and losing weight. Hmm... I'm still very confident in my medicine. Take weight loss for example, there are no side effects at all, and you don't need to watch what you eat. Losing 30-50 pounds within a month is not a problem. And when combined with the scar removal medicine, even stretch marks after weight loss won't appear."
Hiss!
Song Yingping and Cui Xiuli's eyes widened in shock, and they took a cold breath.
The couple runs a pharmacy and is very familiar with the market value of various medicines. Take, for example, the stomach medicine that Qin Yan gave to Cui Xiu - its effect is indeed amazing, but the key is that people who suffer from the same stomach disease as Cui Xiu are in the minority after all. Therefore, even if this medicine has an excellent effect, the demand for it will only be relatively limited, so it can only be positioned as 'profitable', but it's impossible to bring in a substantial profit.
However, the two products Qin Yan is talking about now have completely different market values.
As technology advances and living standards improve, people's dietary levels have increased significantly, while their physical activity has decreased sharply.
It can be said that obesity has become a major social problem!
