Chapter 1108
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Chapter 1108: You Did Very Well, Child
A pure white light shot up from the hospital building, piercing the dim sky, sending ripples of light that dispelled all the gloom.
On the opposite hospital rooftop, Gilgamesh, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them as if sensing something, and looked towards the direction of the rising light beam.
“This aura…” Gilgamesh frowned slightly.
…
In a corner of the hospital.
Sun Wukong, who had been drinking heavily, also turned his head to look at the soaring light beam.
He stared for a long time, then silently withdrew his gaze and continued to drink from the wine jar.
…
Meanwhile, on the steps in front of the courtyard.
Bragi’s cheerful song abruptly stopped. He held his harp, blinked at the light beam, and sighed helplessly:
“Another big brother has arrived… I wonder if this neighbor will be easy to get along with. I hope he won’t be like those two ruffians…”
…
The hospital room door slowly opened, and Lin Qiye’s gaze passed through the endless sacred white light, landing on the figure in the center of the room.
It was an old man dressed in white, stepping on clouds, emerging from the sacred white light. His deep blue eyes gazed at Lin Qiye, filled with love and compassion.
As he approached, Lin Qiye realized that what he wore was not a white robe but flowing clouds.
Lin Qiye looked behind him, where a familiar panel was already floating in the air:
”
Room 6.
Patient: Yeland
Task: Assist Yeland in treating his mental illness. When the treatment progress reaches the specified values (1%, 50%, 100%), you can randomly extract some of Yeland’s abilities.
Current treatment progress: 0%
”
The moment Lin Qiye saw this panel, his pupils suddenly constricted.
The name Yeland was certainly well-known to him. As the revered deity of the Western Holy Church before the arrival of the mist, he had the most followers in the world and was the creator worshipped by the largest religion. Even the Seraphim Michael was his first angel.
(Based on real-world reasons, some forces and characters have been fictionalized.)
The last patient in the hospital was actually the God of the Western Holy Church, Yeland?
From the perspective of faith and status, he was not on the same level as the patients in the previous five rooms. Thus, when Lin Qiye saw him, his heart trembled slightly.
In this light, the book on the doorplate should not symbolize knowledge or text; it represented the “Holy Scripture” of the Western Holy Church.
Lin Qiye carefully examined Yeland before him. From his movements and expressions, there were no obvious abnormalities, nor any symptoms of depression, confusion, or mental disarray… At first glance, he seemed no different from a normal person.
Of course, this did not mean that Yeland’s condition was mild; on the contrary, it might indicate that he was very ill. The more difficult it was to judge his condition from his behavior, the harder it would be to find the root of the problem and treat it effectively.
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Qiye chose to speak first, testing his situation:
“Hello?”
“You are doing very well, child.”
Yeland, surrounded by mist, walked up to Lin Qiye, his deep blue eyes looking into Lin Qiye’s, speaking lovingly and gently.
Child?
In that moment, countless cases of delusions and cognitive disorders flashed through Lin Qiye’s mind, but upon reflection, this term seemed reasonable.
In Lin Qiye’s understanding of the Western Holy Church, humans are the offspring created by the gods. Here, “child” should not refer solely to Lin Qiye but to all humanity in Yeland’s eyes. To God, he indeed had the right to use this term.
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment and spoke again: “How do you feel?”
“You are doing very well, child.” Yeland said lovingly once more.
“?”
Lin Qiye’s brow furrowed slightly as he gazed into Yeland’s gentle and profound eyes, tentatively continuing:
“Do you know where this is?”
“You are doing very well, child.”
“Why do you keep repeating that?”
“You are doing very well, child.”
“Amitabha?”
“You are doing very well, child.”
Lin Qiye: “…”
It seemed the symptoms were quite apparent.
Lin Qiye briefly recalled the notes left by Dr. Li; it seemed he hadn’t mentioned any mental illnesses with such symptoms… It looked like he needed to do more research.
“Li Yifei!”
Lin Qiye called out as he leaned over the corridor.
Soon, Li Yifei appeared with a broom and cloth, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his wrist. “What’s wrong? Qiye?”
“This new patient… should also be the last one. Please take care of him.”
“Him? This old man looks quite kind. Who is he?”
“God, Yeland.”
“?”
“You are doing very well, child.”
“???”
After leaving Yeland in Li Yifei’s care, Lin Qiye went down to the first floor. He stood in the courtyard, feeling a slight stir in his heart, and looked up at the second floor of the hospital.
With the last room opened, all six rooms had been revealed, and all six patients had now appeared. If the six rooms corresponded to Lin Qiye’s six realms, then they had reached the limit of this hospital.
From now on, there shouldn’t be any new rooms appearing, right?
Lin Qiye thought to himself.
Just as he was about to leave the hospital, a figure appeared before him.
“Monkey Brother?”
Lin Qiye looked at the figure in front of him, holding two empty wine jars, with a complex and lonely expression, and spoke in surprise.
“Lin Qiye.” Sun Wukong slowly spoke, gazing into Lin Qiye’s eyes, and after a moment of silence, said, “Help me with a favor.”
“What is it?”
“…I want to go out.”
…
Heavenly Court guest room.
Lin Qiye opened his eyes and slowly sat up from the bed.
A phantom shadow emerged from around him, solidifying into an ancient ape draped in half a robe, with dark golden fur.
Once the treatment progress exceeds fifty percent, patients can leave the hospital in a soul state for a short time. Previously, when in Cangnan, Lin Qiye had also let Nyx out once. The only drawback was that gods in this state lacked combat ability.
“Monkey Brother… what do you want to do?”
Sun Wukong closed his eyes, a surge of divine power flowed, and his form quickly twisted, transforming into an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, draped in a deep red cloak identical to Lin Qiye’s, with a hood covering his entire face.
[Seventy-Two Transformations].
“Don’t worry, I won’t cause a commotion or expose the existence of the hospital.” Sun Wukong paused for a moment, “I just… want to see some people.”
