Chapter 1152 Gilgamesh's Illness

The golden cudgel and the long sword collided with alarming frequency in the air. Under the fierce collision of the two divine powers, Gilgamesh in the gray robe 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 a scorching sun. He was like a god of war. What kind of domineering divine power.

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

"In the past half a month, as long as the two have fought, King Jiji has never won a game. You can tell by the bets they bet. Almost everyone is optimistic about Brother Monkey."

Lin Qiye stared at the battlefield intently. After a while, he found the problem and heaved a long sigh:

"In the final analysis, it's not that Gilgamesh is weak... but that Brother Monkey has become stronger during this period of time."

"Isn't it? Look at Brother Hou's posture, I feel that he is much more fierce than the Monkey King in the TV series. If Brother Hou is really so strong, then he can make a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace. It's also reasonable."

Li Yifei couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Lin Qiye didn't speak, he just silently looked at the progress bar above Monkey King's head.

"Sun Wukong healing 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 Brother Hou be discharged from the hospital earlier than Braki?

On the other hand, Gilgamesh, who is fighting against Monkey King, took medicine during this period, although his progress bar has increased a bit, but it still stays at 42%, and he has not even broken through the 50% mark. nowhere in sight.

Of course, Yelande is the one with the least hope of being discharged from the hospital.

Lin Qiye raised his head and glanced at the top of Bingdong's head. Behind the fence, Yelande, who was wearing a white cloud coat, was looking down at the battle in the courtyard. His old face was full of gentleness and kindness.

Boom——!

A loud bang came from the courtyard, and Gilgamesh's figure was hit by the golden cudgel and flew upside down, falling heavily on the ground.

This battle finally ended with Gilgamesh's defeat.

Braki stopped playing in time, walked quickly to Gilgamesh with his harp in his arms, squatted down, and blinked.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Gilgamesh frowned, slowly got up from the ground, and glanced at him indifferently, "My lord, you don't need to worry."

He glanced at Monkey King who was standing on the spot and staring at him, who was carrying the golden cudgel on the opposite side, snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards his ward.

Seeing this scene, Li Yifei, who was knocking on melon seeds, stopped his hands, scratched his head, and looked at Lin Qiye:

"Qiye, don't you need to take care of it?"

"Take care? How do I take care of this?" Lin Qiye said helplessly, "They are fighting against each other if you like, I don't want to intervene."

"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 ask him to put some water next time?"

Lin Qiye shook his head decisively:

"No, Gilgamesh is the King of Ancients after all, and he still has some tolerance for it. If Brother Hou really lets go, then there will be real problems. This is an insult to him."

After Lin Qiye's words fell, he watched Gilgamesh's leaving back and fell silent.

After a while, he still stood up from the pony and patted off the skin of the melon seeds on his body, "I'll go and see him."

...

Lin Qiye stood at the door of Ward No. 5, stretched out his hand, and gently knocked on the door.

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 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. He said in a deep voice:

"This king hasn't spoken yet, who let you 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?"

"My king is not sick!" Gilgamesh looked a little unkind, "If you were in Uruk back then, just based on your words, it would have killed you ten times."

"...Then let me ask another question."

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

Gilgamesh fell silent.

After a long time, he said slowly, "I...I don't know."

"I don't know?" Lin Qiye frowned, "If you can tell, you can tell, if you can't tell, you can't tell... How can you say you don't know?"

"This king knows that this place is no longer Uruk, but whenever I try to recall what happened back then, my thoughts will become chaotic... It seems that someone keeps stuffing some chaotic things into my mind. memory."

Gilgamesh slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "This king is not the kind of coward who escapes from reality, but whenever these chaotic memories appear, this king will fall into a trance again. Only then can the clarity be restored for a short time."

Hearing these words, Lin Qiye's expression gradually turned serious.

As early as when he was treating Gilgamesh at the very beginning, Lin Qiye felt that with the heart and spirit of this ancient king, he should not be self-depraved and sink into false illusions.

And after he awakened his consciousness by violent means, Gilgamesh seemed to have no other symptoms except arrogance on the surface, but in any case, the hospital's treatment progress bar would not lie.

The 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 crux of the matter should lie in the "stuffing into chaotic memory" in his mouth.

But Lin Qiye thought over Dr. Li's notes, but there was no mention of a similar situation.

Could it be... the problem really does not lie in 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 this is the case... then what is it that keeps filling him with chaotic memories?

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

After finishing speaking, Lin Qiye walked out of Ward No. 5.