When he told the doctor this theory, the doctor said he did not understand, but was profoundly shocked, and suggested that he visit the psychiatry department downstairs.
In short, the hospital could not determine 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 that the medication was beginning to lose its effectiveness, and his condition was growing increasingly severe.
"I'll have to increase the dosage..." Zhang Yuanqing slipped on his padded slippers, walked to the window, and swept the curtains open.
Sunlight surged in, each ray racing to be first, filling the room.
April in Songhai City was bright with spring sunshine, and the morning breeze blowing against his face was cool and pleasant.
Knock, knock!
Just then, someone knocked, and his grandmother called from outside the door:
"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 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.
When Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father had died in a car accident. His strong-willed