When he told the doctor this theory, the doctor said he couldn't understand it but was deeply shaken, and suggested that he visit the psychiatry department downstairs.
In short, the hospital couldn't find the cause either. Later, his mother brought him some special medicine from abroad, and only then was his condition brought under control. As long as he took it regularly, he wouldn't have an episode.
"It must be because I didn't rest properly last night. I'm exhausted. This is all Jiang Yu'er's fault, insisting on coming to my room to play games in the middle of the night..."
Though he said that aloud, his heart quietly grew heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew the medicine was beginning to lose its effectiveness, and his condition was growing increasingly severe.
"I'll have to increase the dosage..." Zhang Yuanqing put on his cotton slippers, went to the window, and swished the curtains open.
Sunlight came flooding in, each ray racing to be first, filling the room.
April in Songhai City brought glorious spring sunshine, and the morning breeze against his face was cool and pleasant.
Knock, knock!
Just then, someone knocked, and his grandmother called from outside the door:
"Yuanzi, get up."
"No!" Zhang Yuanqing refused coldly and mercilessly. He wanted to go back to sleep.
With such lovely spring weather, and on a weekend at that, wouldn't it be a waste of life not to sleep in?
"You have three minutes. If you don't get up, I'll splash you awake."
His grandmother was even colder and more merciless.
"All right, all right..." Zhang Yuanqing immediately backed down.
He knew his hot-tempered grandmother really would do it.
While Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father had died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother hadn't remarried. She had brought her