When he told the doctor this theory, the doctor said he couldn't understand it, but was deeply shocked, and suggested he try the psychiatry department downstairs.
In short, the hospital couldn't find the cause either. Later, his mother brought him some special medicine from abroad, and his condition finally came under control. As long as he took it regularly, he wouldn't have an attack.
"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 medicine was beginning to lose its effectiveness, and his condition was growing 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 vying to be first, and filled 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, someone knocked, 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 weather, 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.
While Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father had died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother hadn't remarried, bringing her son back to settle in Songhai and leaving