When he told the doctor this theory, the doctor said he didn't understand it, but was deeply shaken, and suggested he visit Psychiatry downstairs.
In short, the hospital couldn't determine the cause either. Later, his mother brought him some special medication from overseas, and only then was his condition brought under control. As long as he took it regularly, he wouldn't have an episode.
"It must be because I didn't sleep 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, his heart quietly grew heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew the medication was becoming less effective, and his condition was growing increasingly severe.
"I'll have to increase the dosage..." Zhang Yuanqing put on his padded slippers, walked to the window, and swished the curtains open.
Sunlight rushed in, jostling to fill the room.
April in Songhai City brought glorious spring sunshine, and the morning breeze blowing into his face was cool and pleasant.
Knock, knock!
Just then, a knock came at the door, and his grandmother called from outside:
"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 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.
"Okay, okay..." 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 hadn't remarried. She had brought her son back to settle in Songhai and left him in