When he told the doctor this theory, the doctor said he did not understand but was deeply shaken, and suggested that he visit Psychiatry downstairs.
In short, the hospital could not find the cause either. Later, his mother brought him some 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. 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 medication was beginning to lose its effectiveness, and his symptoms were getting worse.
"I'll have to increase the dosage..." Zhang Yuanqing slipped 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, 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 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 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 had