When he told the doctor his theory, the doctor said he did not understand it, but was deeply shaken nonetheless, 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 his condition finally came 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 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 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 rushed in, each ray jostling to be first, 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, a knock sounded, and his grandmother called from outside:
"Yuanzi, 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 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 gave in.
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