When he told the doctor this 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 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 would not have an episode.
"Must be because I didn't get enough rest last night. 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 that was what he said, his heart quietly grew heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew the medicine was beginning to lose its effectiveness, and his symptoms were 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 rushed in, each ray vying 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 the door:
"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 died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother never remarried, bringing her son back