When he told the doctor this theory, the doctor said he did not understand it but was deeply stunned, and suggested he visit the psychiatric department downstairs.
In short, the hospital could not identify the cause either. Later, his mother brought him some special medication from abroad, and only then was his condition brought under control. As long as he took it regularly, he would not have an episode.
"It must be because I didn't rest well last night. I'm too tired. It's all Jiang Yu'er's fault, insisting on coming into my room to play games in the middle of the night..."
Though that was what he said, his heart quietly grew heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew the medication was starting to lose its effectiveness, and his condition was getting worse.
"I'll have to increase the dosage..." Zhang Yuanqing put on his cotton slippers, walked to the window, and swished the curtains open.
Sunlight scrambled inside, filling the room.
April in Songhai City was bright with 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:
"Yuanzi, time to get up."
"No!" Zhang Yuanqing refused coldly and mercilessly. He wanted to go back to sleep.
With such lovely spring sunshine, and on a weekend too, wouldn't not sleeping in be a waste of life?
"You have three minutes. If you're not up, I'll splash you awake."
His grandmother was even colder and more merciless.
"All right, all right..." Zhang Yuanqing immediately surrendered.
He knew his hot-tempered grandmother really would do it.
When Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father had died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother had not remarried. She brought her son back to settle in Songhai and left him