When he told the doctor this theory, the doctor said he didn't understand it but was profoundly shocked, and suggested he visit Psychiatry downstairs.
In short, the hospital couldn't 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 wouldn't have an episode.
"Must be because I didn't sleep well last night. 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..."
Although he said that, his heart quietly grew heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew the medication was beginning to lose its effectiveness, and his condition was getting worse.
"I'll have to increase the dosage..." Zhang Yuanqing slipped on his cotton slippers, went to the window, and pulled the curtains open with a swish.
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, a knock came at the door, 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 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 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 hadn't remarried. She had brought her son back to settle in Songhai and left him