A ray of pure white light shot up from the hospital building and crashed into the dark sky. Rays of light spread out and dispelled all the haze.
On the rooftop of the hospital opposite, Gilgamesh, who was resting with his eyes closed, seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the light column rose.
“This aura…” Gilgamesh frowned slightly.
…
Corner of the hospital.
Sun Wukong, who was pouring wine into his mouth, also turned his head and looked at the beam of light rising into the sky.
He stared for a long time, then silently withdrew his gaze, continued to pick up the jar of wine and drank it.
…
At the same time, on the steps in front of the courtyard.
Braki's cheerful poem came to an abrupt end. He held the harp, blinked at the beam of light, and sighed helplessly:
"Another big brother has arrived... I don't know if this neighbor is easy to get along with. I hope he's not like those two hooligans..."
…
The door of the ward slowly opened, and Lin Qiye's gaze passed through the endless sacred white light and fell on the figure in the center of the ward.
It was an old man dressed in white. He stepped on the clouds and walked out of the sacred white light. His deep blue eyes stared at Lin Qiye with a look full of love and compassion.
When he came closer, Lin Qiye could see clearly that what he was wearing was not white clothes, but flowing clouds.
Lin Qiye looked behind him and saw a familiar panel floating in the air:
“
Ward No. 6.
Patient: Yelland
Mission: Help Yeland cure his mental illness. When the treatment progress reaches the specified value (1%, 50%, 100%), some of Yeland's abilities can be randomly drawn.
Current treatment progress: 0%
”
The moment he saw this panel, Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted.
He was naturally familiar with the name of Yelande. As the god revered by the Western Saints before the fog descended, he had the most followers in the world and was the creator worshipped by the world's largest religion. Even the Seraph Michael was the first angel under him.
(Based on realistic reasons, some forces and characters are fictionalized.)
The person in the last ward turned out to be Yeland, the God of the Western Holy Religion?
From the perspective of faith and personality alone, he and the patients in the previous five wards were not at the same level at all, so when Lin Qiye saw him, his heart trembled slightly.
In this way, the book on the doorplate should not symbolize knowledge or words, but represent the Holy Scriptures of Western religions.
Lin Qiye carefully looked at Yelande in front of him. From his body movements and expressions, there was no obvious abnormality, nor were there any symptoms of depression, confusion, or unconsciousness... At first glance, he was no different from a normal person.
Of course, this does not mean that Yelland's condition is mild. On the contrary, it may mean that he is very ill. The more we cannot judge his condition by his behavior, the more difficult it is to find the root cause and prescribe the right medicine.
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Qiye chose to take the initiative to speak and test his situation:
"Hello?"
"You did great, kid."
Yelande was surrounded by clouds and mist. He walked in front of Lin Qiye, looked into his eyes with his deep blue eyes, and spoke kindly and gently.
child?
At this moment, countless cases of delusional disorder and cognitive impairment flashed through Lin Qiye's mind, but after thinking about it carefully, there seemed to be nothing wrong with this title.
In Lin Qiye's understanding of the Western Holy Religion, human beings are the offspring created by gods. The "children" here should not refer only to Lin Qiye, but all human beings are children in Yeland's eyes. For God, he is indeed qualified to use this title.
Lin Qiye thought for a moment and spoke again: "How do you feel?"
"You did well, child." Yeland spoke again lovingly.
"?"
Lin Qiye frowned slightly. He looked into Yelande's gentle and deep eyes and continued tentatively:
"Do you know where this is?"
"You did great, kid."
"Why do you keep repeating that?"
"You did great, kid."
"Amitabha?"
"You did great, kid."
Lin Qiye: “…”
It seems that the condition is quite obvious.
Lin Qiye briefly recalled the notes left by Dr. Li in his mind, and it seemed that there was no mention of mental illness with this symptom... It seemed that he still had to do more homework.
"Li Yifei!"
Lin Qiye shouted while lying on the side of the corridor.
Soon, Li Yifei came to Lin Qiye with a broom and a rag, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his wrist, "What's wrong? Qiye?"
"This new patient... should also be the last patient. Remember to take care of him."
"Him? This old man looks kind, who is he?"
"God, Yeland."
"?"
"You did great, kid."
"???"
After temporarily leaving Yelande in Li Yifei's care, Lin Qiye went down the stairs to the first floor. He stood in the yard, his heart slightly moved, and he looked up at the second floor of the ward.
With the opening of the last ward, all six wards came into being, and the six patients also appeared. If the six wards corresponded to Lin Qiye's six realms, then this hospital had reached its upper limit.
From now on, there shouldn't be any new wards, right?
Lin Qiye thought to himself.
Just as he was about to leave the hospital, a figure appeared in front of him.
"Brother Monkey?"
Lin Qiye looked at the figure in front of him holding two empty wine jars with a complicated and lonely expression, and spoke in surprise.
"Lin Qiye." Sun Wukong spoke slowly. He looked into Lin Qiye's eyes and was silent for a moment. "Do me a favor."
"What?"
“…I want to go out.”
…
Celestial Room.
Lin Qiye opened his eyes and slowly sat up from the bed.
An illusory shadow walked out from his body and condensed into an ancient ape with dark golden hair and wearing half a cassock.
After the treatment progress exceeds 50%, the patient can leave the hospital in a soul state for a short period of time. When he was in Cangnan before, Lin Qiye also released Nyx once. The only flaw is that the god in this state does not have the ability to fight.
"Brother Monkey...what do you want to do?"
Sun Wukong closed his eyes, a divine power surged, and his body quickly twisted. In a moment, he turned into an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, wearing the same crimson cloak as Lin Qiye, and a hood on his head that covered his entire face.
【Seventy-two transformations】.
"Don't worry, I won't make any noise, nor will I expose the existence of the hospital." Sun Wukong was silent for a moment, "I just... want to see some people."