Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2326 - 2146: Conscience!

A faint grin appeared.

"Alright."

"I'll step out for now," Zhou Yan announced.

At times.

A person has to preserve a bit of pride and avoid putting pressure on folks merely to keep the stream going. With those words, Zhou Yan spun around and departed, while viewers showed plenty of empathy. After all, the results would surface shortly anyway.

Given the swift operations in this place, it might wrap up in around ten minutes.

Inside the broadcast chamber.

"This physician shows real commitment."

"True enough!"

"Hurry and check, a reporter just dropped a piece on it."

"Where at?"

"Right on the Sina front page."

"..."

In a flash.

The chat exploded with even more energy. Loads of people jumped over to read it, only to feel let down right away since it was merely a quick recap of the ongoing show, lacking any formal statement.

Tsk!

Observing that.

It made more sense to hang tight in the stream itself.

Yet.

The media bulletin targeted the broader online crowd, as only a small fraction tuned into the live feed. Suddenly, the comments under the article surged with activity.

"Hold on? Alzheimer's can actually get fixed?"

"Amazing! This is fantastic tidings."

"It's that very firm once more; they've delivered a massive breakthrough."

"A neighbor of mine suffers from it, bedridden and helpless, lost in confusion, constantly requiring full-time care. The relatives bicker nonstop."

"Alas!"

"At last, this illness has been conquered."

"..."

Online users buzzed with excitement.

In chats.

Forums.

Social feeds.

...

Via countless platforms, the report dashed outward, its ripple effect swelling rapidly. Families dealing with afflicted loved ones quickly followed the trail back to the live session.

In an instant.

Viewership spiked once more, shattering the site's all-time high outright.

Right then.

Zhou Yan could only beam foolishly.

...

Within the exam chamber.

"Sir, your ailment sits at an initial phase, making it simpler to handle. The full course runs about a month, with no return symptoms expected anytime soon."

"Huh?"

The lady froze in surprise.

Soon?

Comeback?

Wasn't this supposed to be a full fix?

"Doc, didn't you mention a complete cure?" The lady pressed quickly, suspecting the attendant had misled her. At once, the spark of optimism in her chest flickered low.

Hearing her words,

the physician just offered a gentle smile.

"We absolutely can cure it."

"But grasp this: the root stems from advancing years, fading neural activity, and sundry factors that our methods can mend."

"That said."

"Growing older can't be undone, and neural tissues won't remain youthful indefinitely. Our benchmark for a cure means roughly a decade free of recurrence."

"Beyond that decade."

"Ongoing meds will ensure no flare-ups for life."

At those words,

the lady exhaled deeply in relief.

Such a mix-up!

True enough,

this condition hardly qualifies as a true illness; it's essentially a sign of neural breakdown amid overall bodily wear—not like tumors that vanish once excised.

As years pile on,

breakdown follows,

and effects linger.

Still.

Their remedy reins in the neural decline signs. Were it to erase degeneration permanently, humankind would edge close to eternal life.

How could that ever happen?

"Got it. I figured it was incurable. A solid ten years without relapse is already a miraculous result beyond dreams." The lady commended.

She went on:

"Could you tell me, does treatment require staying in the hospital? And the expenses involved..."

In response,

the doctor grinned and replied, "Hospital stay isn't necessary. Even advanced Alzheimer's just needs supervision and aid for the sufferer. This gentleman's case is quite tame."

"Over the therapy span, engage in more chats, spark mental engagement, and practice recalling. That aids in rousing memory fibers and neural paths. A single shot every three days suffices."

"Regarding fees."

"For mild displays like this, absent total memory wipe or communication failure, the entire therapy bill stays under thirty thousand Asia Dollars."

"For real?"

The lady lit up with joy.

Thirty thousand.

That's truly affordable.

Bear in mind, severe sufferers often lose self-sufficiency, demanding constant watching or placement in care facilities plus ongoing pills.

The barest monthly outlay hits around three thousand.

Thirty thousand.

Equating to under a year's typical costs for a cure—undeniably a bargain. Though this applies to early stages. For grave instances,

expect higher tallies.

"If I may inquire, what's the fee for treating profound dementia cases?" The lady's curiosity bubbled over.

On that note,

the doctor held back nothing.

Soon enough,

it would roll out publicly with no secrets left, "Severe situations stretch the timeline a touch, pushing med expenses near a hundred thousand."

"Hmm..."

The lady paused, unsure how to weigh it.

In truth,

she meant to remark: That's inexpensive.

One hundred thousand.

This covers three years' worth of care bills, which feels modest indeed. Even dire malignancies run similar figures. Post-insurance coverage,

out-of-pocket dips to mere tens of thousands.

Nevertheless,

currently,

Alzheimer's doesn't qualify under major illness insurance plans, so self-funding might edge higher, yet stays reasonable.

"Might we commence therapy right now?" The elder chimed in then.

His lined visage

radiated delight.

Thirty thousand.

Tallying the Burma journey, it tops out at fifty thousand max. Forking over fifty thousand for sharp wits and sparing the kids any load—totally worth it.

"Afraid not." The doctor wagged his head.

"The remedy gained approval only today. Though we've prepped batches and stored them, the supplies just hit storage, requiring procedural checks and central clearance from above."

"Hence."

"Actual injection therapy kicks off tomorrow at dawn. For today, oral meds are all we can provide. Sorry for the delay."

Upon that,

"..."

The pair fell quiet.

After all the buildup, they'd braced for weeks or even half a month of delay; that they could endure, but who'd guess just one day?

It left them a tad edgy.

"Fine."

"We get it."

"We'll return tomorrow. It's only a month, yeah? Wait—my visa might not stretch that far," the lady recalled abruptly, noting its week-long limit.

To ease her,

the doctor delivered upbeat info.

"Don't fret over it. A health visa prolongation is available. I'll log your details, and it'll extend automatically till therapy concludes."

"Simply sort your lodging."

Typically,

abrupt extensions snag on housing since inns fill by demand.

Actually,

bookings lock in months ahead for incoming patients and visitors.

But,

the fresh Sunlight City bucks that, boasting 1.3 times the Old City's capacity. Unreleased rooms await booking.

Per the blueprint,

they're earmarked for Alzheimer's arrivals post-release.

Thus,

pre-announcement or not, hotel stays can prolong, and with the rundown, the duo relaxed, dodging any street-sleeping fears.

"Thanks."

"Appreciate it."

"Deep gratitude."

Following that,

they visited the dispensary for the scripted remedies—three varieties for fifteen days. Pricing it out, it's somewhat steep, nearing a thousand, yet remember.

It's merely bridging to the full month's regimen.

Thereafter,

eight to ten years pass med-free, though the doc suggested a follow-up at eight years, possibly one or two extra rounds if needed.

By then, no shots required, costs minimal. For their mild setup, it secures lifelong coverage.

And merely five to six hundred thousand total.

Frankly,

for the healthy,

it sounds hefty—enough for a budget ride or outfitting a home—but for the ill, this pricing screams fairness.

Worlds apart from global drug giants that bleed sufferers dry, aiming to empty their veins. At least here, the end's in view, not an endless drain.