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 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. 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 the medication was beginning to lose its effect, and his condition was growing increasingly severe.
"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 was bright with spring sunshine, and the morning breeze on his face was cool and pleasant.
Knock, knock!
Just then, someone knocked, 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 beautiful 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 backed down.
He knew his hot-tempered grandmother really would do it.
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 settle in Songhai and left