When he told the doctor his theory, the doctor said he did not understand but was deeply shaken, and suggested that 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.
"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 he said that aloud, a quiet heaviness settled over him, because Zhang Yuanqing knew the medication was losing its effectiveness, and his condition was growing increasingly severe.
"I'll have to increase the dosage..." Zhang Yuanqing put on his cotton slippers, walked to the window, and swept the curtains open.
Sunlight rushed in, each ray vying 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 not sleeping in be a waste of life?
"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 surrendered.
He knew his hot-tempered grandmother really would do it.
His father had died in a car accident while Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school. His strong-willed mother had never remarried, bringing her son back to settle in