In the courtyard.

The golden hoop stick and the long sword collided in the air at an astonishing frequency. Under the fierce collision of the two divine powers, Gilgamesh, who was wearing a gray robe, retreated one after another.

Sun Wukong's torn robes fluttered all over his body, his momentum became more and more courageous, a pair of dazzling golden rays burned like the sun, he was like a god of war, the Buddha's light and demonic aura around him slowly rotated like yin and yang, crushing Gilgamesh's domineering power.

"It has been like this recently." Li Yifei heard Lin Qiye's words and said while eating melon seeds.

"In the past half month, whenever the two of them fought, King Jiji never won a single round. Just look at the bets they placed. Almost everyone is optimistic about Monkey Brother."

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 Monkey has become stronger during this period of time."

"Isn't it? Look at Monkey King's posture. I feel he is much more powerful than the Monkey King in the TV series. If the Monkey King in the TV series is really that powerful, then it is reasonable for him to cause havoc in the Heavenly Palace and confront the Jade Emperor."

Li Yifei couldn't help but sigh.

Lin Qiye didn't say anything, he just silently looked at the progress bar above Sun Wukong's head.

"Sun Wukong treatment progress: 90%"

It has risen to 90%...Now Sun Wukong's treatment progress has surpassed Braki's 86%, and he has become the healthiest patient in the entire hospital.

At this rate, could Monkey be discharged from the hospital earlier than Braki?

On the other hand, Gilgamesh, who was fighting with Sun Wukong, had taken medication during this period, and although his progress bar had risen a little, it still remained at 42%, and had not even broken through the 50% mark, and his discharge from the hospital was still a long way off.

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 ward. Behind the fence, Yelande, wearing a white coat, was looking down at the battle in the yard. His old face was full of gentleness and kindness.

Boom——!

A loud bang was heard from the yard, and Gilgamesh was hit by the golden cudgel and flew backwards, falling heavily to the ground.

This battle ultimately ended with Gilgamesh's defeat.

Bragi stopped playing in time, holding the harp, walked quickly to Gilgamesh, squatted down, and 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 holding the golden cudgel and looking at him. He snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards his ward.

Seeing this scene, Li Yifei, who was cracking 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?" Lin Qiye said helplessly, "They are fighting willingly, I can't interfere."

"But I feel that with King Jiji's temper, it would be a problem if he keeps getting beaten like this. How about you talk to Monkey King and ask him to let him off a little next time?"

Lin Qiye shook his head decisively:

"No, Gilgamesh is an ancient king after all, so he has some tolerance. If Monkey King really lets him go, that would be a real problem. It would be an insult to him."

After Lin Qiye finished speaking, he looked at Gilgamesh's departing back and fell silent.

After a while, he stood up from the small stool and brushed off the melon seed shells on his body, "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 window in the ward was not closed. Gilgamesh, wearing a grey robe, stood quietly by the window. He turned his head and frowned at Lin Qiye who walked in from outside the door. He said in a deep voice:

"Who let you in before I even opened my mouth?"

"It will be too late if you say no." Lin Qiye put his hands in his white coat, walked to the window, looked at the scenery outside and said, "How is your condition recently?"

"I am not sick!" Gilgamesh said unkindly, "If it were in Uruk back then, you would have died ten times just based on what you said."

"…Then let me ask it another way."

Lin Qiye looked at him seriously, "Now, can you distinguish between fantasy and reality?"

Gilgamesh fell silent.

After a long time, he slowly said, "This king... This king doesn't know."

"I don't know?" Lin Qiye frowned. "If I can tell the difference, then I can tell the difference. If I can't tell the difference, then I can't tell the difference... What does it mean to not know?"

"I know this place is no longer Uruk, but whenever I try to recall what happened back then, my thoughts become confused... It's as if someone is constantly stuffing confusing memories into my mind."

Gilgamesh slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I am not a coward who escapes from reality, but every time these confusing memories appear, I will fall into a trance again. Only when I devote myself to the battle can I regain clarity for a short time."

Hearing these words, Lin Qiye's expression gradually became solemn.

As early as when he first started treating Gilgamesh, Lin Qiye felt that with the character and tolerance of this ancient king, he would not degenerate into false fantasies.

After he used violent means to awaken his consciousness, Gilgamesh seemed to have no other symptoms except for being a little arrogant. But no matter what, the hospital's treatment progress bar would not lie.

The progress of 42% means that his disease has only been cured preliminarily. As long as it does not exceed 50%, it means that the most important root cause of the disease has not been found.

Now it seems that the key to the matter lies in what he called "injecting chaotic memories".

But Lin Qiye thought through Dr. Li's notes and did not find any mention of a similar situation.

Could it be that... the problem really isn't 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 world. Is it possible that Gilgamesh is facing the same situation now?

If that's true... then what on earth is it that keeps filling him with confusing memories?

Lin Qiye thought for a long time, but still had no idea, so he could only nod, "I see, I'll go back and study it... If you are really troubled by these memories, you can fight with Monkey Brother more often, he should be happy to help."

After saying that, Lin Qiye walked out of Ward No. 5.