When he told the doctor this theory, the doctor said he did not understand it, but was deeply shocked, and suggested he visit Psychiatry downstairs.
In short, the hospital could not determine the cause either. Later, his mother brought him special medication from overseas, 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 get enough rest last night. I'm exhausted. It's all Jiang Yu'er's fault, insisting on coming to my room to play games in the middle of the night..."
Although he said that aloud, his heart quietly grew heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew the medication was starting to lose its effectiveness, and his condition was getting worse.
"I'll have to increase the dose..." Zhang Yuanqing slipped on his padded slippers, went to the window, and swept the curtains open.
Sunlight rushed in, scrambling to fill the room.
April in Songhai City was bright with 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 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 gave in.
He knew his hot-tempered grandmother really was capable of doing that.
When Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother never remarried. She brought her son back to