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, even the hospital could not identify the cause. Later, his mother brought back 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. 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..."
Although that was what he said, his heart quietly grew heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew the medicine was beginning to lose its effectiveness, and his condition was becoming increasingly severe.
"I'll have to increase the dose..." 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, 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 sounded, 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 sunshine, 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.
When 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