Lin Qiye sat on the swivel chair in the dean's office, put his hands in his pockets, looked at Li Yifei and Brachi standing in front of him with their heads drooped, and spoke helplessly.
"It's Brother Bu!" Li Yifei's eyes widened and he stood up indignantly. "When Brother Bu came back that day, his eye circles were red. He was running around the hospital like crazy, saying... that you died in the battle in Qiye, so everyone
They were all frightened, even Brother Monkey and King Jiji were frightened out.
Later, Brother Bu explained the cause and effect of the matter, saying that he had seen with his own eyes your overdraft potential and your soul withering, so we believed it!"
Listening to Li Yifei's accusation, Brachi's head dropped lower and lower, like a child who had done something wrong. When Li Yifei finished speaking, he whispered:
"But, I did see it. When my soul left your body, there was almost no life left in your body. It is impossible to survive such a serious injury..."
Hearing this, Lin Qiye helplessly stretched out his hand to hold his forehead and waved his hand:
"Okay, okay, I get it. I can't blame you for this... Li Yifei, go and explain to the caregivers that I am really not a miraculous spirit. Let them sort out their mentality quickly and continue with their daily work."
"Okay!! I'll go right away!"
Li Yifei turned around and walked out of the dean's office, closed the door, and then the two people in the room heard a loud voice coming from outside the door:
"Why are you still standing here?! The dean is not dead!! It's not a manifestation! Qiye is alive and well! Wipe your tears clean for me! Burn all the white hats and ribbons on your head, not a single one can be left.
, the whole hospital needs to be cleaned, and this place...his grandma's, who threw so much paper money on the ground! Clean it all up for me!"
As chaos fell into chaos outside the house, Lin Qiye turned his attention to Brachi again.
"Brachi's treatment progress: 86%"
Seeing the progress bar above his head, Lin Qiye felt a little tired. If he remembered correctly, the last time he saw the progress bar, it was still at 89%... After such a toss, his treatment progress dropped by 3
%.
"Dean, I..."
Brachi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something. Lin Qiye stood up and patted his shoulder:
"It's okay, it's not your fault, don't take it to heart... By the way, how have you been with your wife lately?"
"It's good, it's still the same as before, but I still miss her more and more..." Brachi scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly, "When can I go back to Asgard to see her?
"
"Well... it should be soon."
Lin Qiye brought this topic up vaguely, and after chatting for a few words, he asked Brachi to leave the dean's office.
As soon as Brachi left, Lin Qiye stepped into the underground prison.
Lin Qiye remembered clearly this time that there was another "mysterious" being imprisoned in the underground prison. The roly-poly had been tortured by Wangcai for so long, and it was time to go and see the results.
Sure enough, Wangcai did not disappoint Lin Qiye. When he stood at the door of the prison, he saw that the "mysterious" fear value of the roly-poly had exceeded the 100 mark. If Wangcai had not been summoned by Lin Qiye to fight before,
I'm afraid it's almost two hundred now.
After some simple coercion and inducement, Lin Qiye successfully hired him as a nurse in the hospital, handed him the Chaos Cube, and joined the cleaning department.
When Lin Qiye finished his work and walked out of the dean's office, he found two figures standing at the door, as if they had been waiting for a long time.
"Monkey Brother? Gilgamesh?"
Sun Wukong stood at the door without speaking, but stared at Lin Qiye with two dazzling golden lights in his eyes!
Under the golden light, Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes subconsciously, but after only a few seconds, Sun Wukong withdrew his blazing gaze.
"How is it?" Gilgamesh asked.
Sun Wukong nodded slightly:
"It has not been eroded by dirty things, nor has it been replaced. It is the same person."
Lin Qiye looked at the two people in front of him blankly and asked in confusion: "Brother Monkey, what are you..."
"Nothing, just in case." Sun Wukong shook his head, "Blaki said you were dead, what happened?"
Lin Qiye helplessly explained the cause and effect of the incident. After hearing this, Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes and said, "It turns out to be Michael... That's not surprising."
Lin Qiye opened his mouth and was about to say something when he caught a glimpse of Sun Wukong's expression from the corner of his eye and suddenly froze on the spot.
"Brother Monkey...what's wrong with you?"
Lin Qiye asked tentatively.
In front of the dean's office, Sun Wukong was seen wearing half a cassock, standing there like a sculpture, with a rare trance in his eyes.
Sun Wukong came back to his senses and looked into Lin Qiye's eyes, "Did you just say... Heaven? God Daxia has returned?"
"I'm back." Lin Qiye nodded heavily, "The origin of Heaven has been restored, all the gods of Great Xia have returned, and my true form is now in Heaven."
"Back... back..."
Hearing Lin Qiye's answer, Sun Wukong's eyes became complicated. He seemed to have lost his soul. He stayed there for a long time, then turned around muttering to himself and left alone into the distance.
Lin Qiye looked at the lonely back, and the silhouette of time reappeared in his mind, the helpless figure kneeling in front of the corpses of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, roaring at the mist.
He opened his mouth to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, nothing came out.
…
Lin Qiye walked through the busy courtyard and walked straight up the stairs leading to the second floor of the hospital.
Brachi was singing cheerful songs downstairs, trying to counteract the tragic atmosphere brought by the previous mourning songs. Sun Wukong was carrying a wine jar and sitting in the corner drinking alone, while Gilgamesh wandered off somewhere.
.
While the entire hospital was busy cleaning up the space, the floors where the six wards were located were empty and dead.
Lin Qiye wore a white coat and walked to the door of the sixth ward. The gloomy sky rolled behind him, and the faint light falling from the sky cast his shadow on the door of the ward.
Lin Qiye raised his head and glanced at the door number above the ward. There was a clear outline of a book on it, but because the font on the book was too small, he couldn't tell which words it was even from such a close distance.
Book?
Which god is related to books?
So far, gods from Greek mythology, English mythology, Norse mythology, Bactrian mythology, and Sumerian mythology have all appeared. From this, it can be inferred that the patient in this last ward should have few choices for the god system.
Lin Qiye shook his head and without thinking any more, he directly put his hand on the door handle and pressed it hard.
There is no use thinking about it anymore. As long as this door is opened, the identity of the last patient will be revealed naturally.
As the ward door opened, endless holy and warm white light poured out from the crack in the door...