When he told the doctor his 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 identify 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 exhausted. This is 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 medication was becoming less effective, and his condition was getting worse.
"I'll have to increase the dosage..." Zhang Yuanqing put on his padded slippers, walked to the window, and swished the curtains open.
Sunlight rushed in, scrambling to fill the room.
April in Songhai City brought brilliant 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 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 gave in.
He knew his hot-tempered grandmother really would do it.
When Zhang Yuanqing was still in primary school, his father died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother did not remarry. She brought her son back to settle in Songhai and left