The matter of the child being taken away was like mist blown away by the wind, soon forgotten by everyone. When the woman tried to jump off the boat, someone nearby cried out in alarm. But when they saw the mustached man getting thoroughly beaten by her, someone else couldn't help laughing and called out teasingly, "Are you even a man? You're actually being—"
When he told Doctor about this suspicion, Doctor said he didn't understand, but was deeply shocked, and suggested he go downstairs to see a psychiatrist.
In any case, the hospital couldn't find the cause. Later, his mother brought him a special medicine from overseas, and his condition was finally brought under control. As long as he took it regularly, he wouldn't have an episode.
"It's definitely because I didn't get enough rest last night. I'm exhausted. It's all Jiang Yu'er's fault for insisting on coming to my room to play games in the middle of the night."
Though he said that, his heart quietly grew heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew the medicine was starting to lose its effect, and his condition was getting worse.
"I'll have to increase the dosage from now on." Zhang Yuanqing put on his cotton slippers and went to the window, then pulled the curtains open with a swish.
Sunlight poured in eagerly, filling the room.
April in Songhai City was bright with spring, and the morning breeze was cool and comfortable against his face.
"Knock, knock!"
Just then, a knock came at the door, and his maternal aunt called from outside:
"Yuanzi, get up."
"Not getting up!" Zhang Yuanqing refused coldly. He wanted to go back to sleep.
It was a beautiful spring day, and it was the weekend. Wasn't sleeping in part of enjoying life?
"You've got three minutes. If