When he told the doctor this theory, the doctor said he did not understand but was deeply shaken, and suggested that he visit the Psychiatry department downstairs.
In short, even the hospital could not identify the cause. Later, his mother brought him special medication from abroad, and only then was his condition brought under control. As long as he took it regularly, he would not have an episode.
"It must be because I didn't rest well last night. I'm too tired. This is 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 that the medication was becoming less effective, and his condition was getting 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 jostled to pour 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 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 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 had not remarried. She had brought her son back to settle in