"Tell me, what's going on."

Lin Qiye sat on the swivel chair in the dean's office with his hands in his pockets. He looked at Li Yifei and Braki who were standing in front of him with their heads hung down, 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 eyes were red, and he ran around the hospital like crazy, saying... saying that Qiye, you died in the battle, and everyone was scared, even Monkey King and King Jiji were startled and came out.

Later, Brother Bu explained the whole story, saying that he saw with his own eyes that you overdrew your potential and your soul withered, and only then did we believe it!"

Listening to Li Yifei's accusation, Braki's head drooped lower and lower, like a child who had done something wrong. After Li Yifei finished speaking, he whispered:

"But, but I did see it. When my soul left your body, there was almost no life left in you. With such severe injuries, it is impossible for you to survive..."

Hearing this, Lin Qiye helplessly put his hand on his forehead and waved his hand:

"Alright, alright, I get it. You can't be blamed for this... Li Yifei, go explain to the nurses that I'm not a spirit. Tell them to straighten their minds and continue with their daily work."

"Okay!! I'll go right away!"

Li Yifei turned around and walked out of the dean's office, closing the door. Then the two people in the room heard a loud voice coming from outside the door:

"What are you all still standing here for?! The dean is not dead! This is not a spirit! Qiye is alive and well! Wipe your tears! Burn all those white hats and white ribbons on your heads, don't leave any behind. The entire hospital needs a thorough cleaning, and this floor... Damn it, who threw so much paper money on the floor! Sweep it all up!"

As the outside of the house fell into chaos, Lin Qiye set his sights on Braki again.

"Braki treatment progress: 86%"

Seeing the progress bar above his head, Lin Qiye suddenly felt a little tired. If he remembered correctly, the last time he saw this progress bar, it was 89%... After all this trouble, his treatment progress actually dropped by another 3%.

"Dean, I..."

Braki opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something, but Lin Qiye stood up and patted him on the shoulder:

"It's okay, it's not your fault, don't take it to heart...By the way, how are things going with your wife recently?"

"It's fine, still the same as before, but I still miss her more and more..." Braki scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "When can I go back to Asgard to see her?"

"Hmm...it should be soon."

Lin Qiye brought up the topic vaguely, and after chatting for a few words, he asked Braki to leave the dean's office.

As soon as Braki left, Lin Qiye stepped into the underground prison.

This time Lin Qiye remembered very clearly that there was another "mystery" imprisoned in the underground prison. The tumbler had been tortured by Wangcai for so long, and it was time to see the results.

Sure enough, Wangcai did not disappoint Lin Qiye. When he stood at the door of the prison, he saw that the fear value of the "mysterious" tumbler had exceeded 100. If Wangcai had not been summoned out by Lin Qiye to fight before, it would probably have been close to 200 by now.

After some simple coercion and inducement, Lin Qiye successfully hired him as a nurse in the hospital, handed him over to the Chaos Cube, and joined the cleaning department.

When Lin Qiye finished all these and walked out of the dean's office, he found two figures standing at the door, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Monkey? Gilgamesh?"

Sun Wukong stood at the door, not saying a word, but staring at Lin Qiye with his eyes, two dazzling golden rays bursting out of his eyes!

Under the shining golden light, Lin Qiye subconsciously narrowed his eyes, but after only a few seconds, Sun Wukong withdrew his fiery gaze.

"How is it?" Gilgamesh asked.

Sun Wukong nodded slightly:

“It has not been corroded by dirt, nor has it been replaced. It is the real person.”

Lin Qiye looked at the two people in front of him blankly, and asked puzzledly: "Brother Monkey, what are you doing..."

"Nothing, just in case." Sun Wukong shook his head, "Braqi said you were dead, what's going on?"

Lin Qiye reluctantly explained the whole story. After listening to him, Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes and said, "It turned out to be Michael... That's not surprising."

Lin Qiye was about to say something when he caught a glimpse of Sun Wukong's expression and suddenly froze in place.

"Brother Monkey...what's wrong with you?"

Lin Qiye asked tentatively.

In front of the dean's office, Sun Wukong was seen wearing half of his robe, 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, "You just said... Heaven? The Great Xia God has returned?"

“I’m back.” Lin Qiye nodded heavily. “The origin of the Heavenly Palace has been restored. All the gods of Daxia have returned. My real body is now in the Heavenly Palace.”

“I’m back…I’m 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 before turning around muttering to himself and walking away alone.

Lin Qiye looked at the lonely back, and the silhouette of time appeared in his mind again. The helpless figure kneeling in front of the bodies of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, roaring at the fog.

He opened his mouth to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, nothing came out.

…

Lin Qiye walked through the busy courtyard and went straight up the stairs leading to the second floor of the hospital.

Bragi was singing a cheerful ballad downstairs, trying to offset the tragic atmosphere brought by the previous mourning song. Sun Wukong was sitting alone in a corner drinking from a jar of wine, while Gilgamesh was wandering around somewhere unknown.

While the entire hospital was busy cleaning up the place, the floor where the six wards were located was empty and dead silent.

Lin Qiye, wearing a white coat, walked to the door of the sixth ward. The gloomy sky rolled behind him, and the faint light from the sky cast his shadow on the ward door.

Lin Qiye raised his head and glanced at the doorplate 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 make out the two words 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. It can be inferred that the gods for the patients in this last ward should not have many choices.

Lin Qiye shook his head and without thinking any more, he simply put his hand on the door handle and pressed it hard.

There's no point in thinking too much. Once this door is opened, the identity of the last patient will be revealed.

As the door of the ward opened, endless holy and warm white light poured out from the crack of the door...