The golden cudgel and the long sword collided with alarming frequency in the air. Under the fierce collision of the two divine powers, the figure of Gilgamesh in gray robes retreated one after another.
Sun Wukong's broken cassocks were flying all over his body, and his momentum became more and more courageous as he fought. A pair of bright golden lights burned like the scorching sun. He was like a god of war. The Buddha's light and demonic energy around him slowly rotated like yin and yang, crushing Gilgamesh.
What a domineering power.
"It's been like this lately." Li Yifei heard Lin Qiye's words and said while eating melon seeds,
"In the past half month, whenever the two of them fight, King Jiji has never won a single round. You can tell by the bets they place on him. Almost everyone is optimistic about Brother Monkey."
Lin Qiye stared at the battlefield intently. After a moment, he found the problem and sighed:
"In the final analysis, it's not that Gilgamesh is weak...it's that Brother Monkey has become stronger during this time."
"Isn't that right? Look at Brother Monkey's posture. I feel that he is much more powerful than the Monkey King in the TV series. If Brother Monkey in there is really that strong, then he can cause havoc in the Heavenly Palace. I think the Hard Jade Emperor
It’s quite reasonable.”
Li Yifei couldn't help but sigh.
Lin Qiye didn't speak, he just looked at the progress bar above Sun Wukong's head silently.
"Sun Wukong's treatment progress: 90%"
It has risen to 90%... Now Monkey King's treatment progress has surpassed Brachi's 86%, and he has become the healthiest patient in the entire hospital.
At this rate, can Brother Monkey be discharged from the hospital earlier than Brachi?
On the other hand, Gilgamesh, who is fighting against Sun Wukong, has taken medication during this period. Although his progress bar has increased a bit, it is still stuck at 42%. He has not even broken through the 50% mark, and he is still discharged from the hospital.
Nowhere in sight.
Of course, the one with the slimmest hope of being discharged from the hospital is Yelande.
Lin Qiye raised his head and glanced at the top of the sick building. Behind the fence, Yelande, covered in white clouds, was looking down at the battle in the courtyard. His old face was full of gentleness and kindness.
Boom——!
An explosion was heard from the courtyard, and Gilgamesh's figure was hit by the golden hoop and flew backwards, falling heavily to the ground.
This battle ended with Gilgamesh's defeat.
Brachi stopped playing in time, held the harp and walked quickly to Gilgamesh and squatted down, blinked,
"Hey, are you okay?"
Gilgamesh frowned, slowly got up from the ground, and glanced at him coldly, "My king, you don't need to worry."
He glanced at Sun Wukong, who was standing opposite him and holding a golden hoop, looking at him. He snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards his ward.
Seeing this scene, Li Yifei, who was licking melon seeds, stopped what he was doing, scratched his head, and looked at Lin Qiye:
"Qiye, don't you need to take care of it?"
"Care? How can I care about this?" Lin Qiye said helplessly, "They are fighting each other voluntarily and I can't interfere."
"But I feel that with King Jiji's temperament, there will be problems if he keeps being beaten like this? Why don't you talk to Brother Monkey and let him put some water next time?"
Lin Qiye shook his head decisively:
"No, Gilgamesh is the ancient king after all, and he still has this kind of magnanimity. If Brother Monkey really lets go, there will really be problems. This is an insult to him."
Lin Qiye finished his words and fell into silence as he looked at Gilgamesh's leaving figure.
After a while, he stood up from the pony, brushed off the melon seed skins on his body, and said, "I'll go see him."
…
Lin Qiye stood at the door of Ward No. 5, stretched out his hand, and knocked gently.
Without waiting for Gilgamesh inside the door to speak, he turned the handle and walked straight in.
The windows in the ward were not closed. Gilgamesh was wearing a gray robe and stood quietly by the window. He turned his head and frowned at Lin Qiye who walked in from the door, and said in a deep voice:
"I haven't spoken yet, who asked you to come in?"
"It will be too late when you refuse." Lin Qiye put his hands in his white coat, walked to the window, looked at the scenery outside the window and said, "How is your condition recently?"
"I am not sick!" Gilgamesh looked a little unkind. "In Uruk back then, your words alone would have killed you ten times."
"...Then let me ask another question."
Lin Qiye looked at him seriously, "Now, can you distinguish between fantasy and reality?"
Gilgamesh fell silent.
After a long time, he slowly said, "I...I don't know."
"I don't know?" Lin Qiye frowned, "If you can tell the difference, you can tell it. If you can't tell it, you can't tell it... How do you count it as not knowing?"
"I know that this is no longer Uruk, but whenever I try to recall what happened back then, my thoughts will be confused... It's as if someone keeps putting some confusing things into my mind.
memory."
Gilgamesh slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I am not the kind of coward who escapes reality, but whenever these chaotic memories appear, I will fall into a trance again.
Only then can you temporarily regain your clarity."
After hearing these words, Lin Qiye's face gradually became serious.
As early as when he first treated Gilgamesh, Lin Qiye felt that with this ancient king's character and magnanimity, he would not fall into self-destruction and false illusions.
After he used violent means to awaken his consciousness, Gilgamesh seemed to have no other symptoms except for being arrogant, but in any case, the hospital's treatment progress bar did not lie.
A progress of 42% means that his disease has only been cured initially. As long as it does not exceed 50%, it means that the most important root cause of the disease has not been discovered.
Now it seems that the key to the matter should lie in what he said was "stuffing chaotic memories".
But Lin Qiye thought through Dr. Li's notes, and there was no mention of a similar situation.
Could it be that...the problem really doesn't lie with Gilgamesh's spirit?
Lin Qiye fell into deep thought.
For example, Merlin's split personality is not simply a mental illness. In the final analysis, it is a mental disorder caused by the invasion of alien souls from the outside. Is it possible that Gilgamesh is facing the same situation now?
If this is really the case...then what is it that keeps pouring chaotic memories into him?
Lin Qiye thought for a long time, but still had no idea, so he could only nod, "I know, I'll go back and study it... If you are really troubled by these memories, you can find more fights with Brother Monkey, he will probably be happy to help.
"
After saying that, Lin Qiye walked out of Ward No. 5.