When he told the doctor his theory, the doctor said he did not understand it, but was deeply shaken, and suggested he visit Psychiatry downstairs.
In short, the hospital could not determine 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 rest well last night. I'm exhausted. It's all Jiang Yu'er's fault, insisting on coming into 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 starting to lose its effectiveness, and his condition was growing increasingly severe.
"I'll have to increase the dose..." Zhang Yuanqing put on his cotton slippers, walked to the window, and swished the curtains open.
Sunlight rushed in, each ray vying to be first, filling the room.
April in Songhai City brought radiant spring sunshine, and the morning breeze against his face was cool and pleasant.
Knock, knock!
Just then, someone knocked on 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 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 backed down.
He knew his hot-tempered grandmother really would do it.
While Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father had died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother had not remarried, bringing her son back to settle