# 1106
# Chapter 1106: The Sixth Ward
"Tell me, what's going on here."
Lin Qiye sat in the director's office chair, hands in his pockets, looking at Li Yifei and Bragi who stood with their heads hung low, and asked helplessly.
"It was Brother Bu!" Li Yifei's eyes widened as he stepped forward indignantly. "Brother Bu came back that day with completely red eyes, running around the asylum like a madman, saying… saying you died in battle, Qiyè! It scared everyone half to death! Even Monkey Brother and King Gigil were惊了出来!"
"After Brother Bu explained the whole situation, saying he saw you exhaust your potential and your soul wither with his own eyes, that's when we believed him!"
Listening to Li Yifei's accusation, Bragi's head sank lower and lower beside him, looking like a child who had done something wrong. Only after Li Yifei finished did he speak in a small voice:
"But… but I really did see it. When my soul left your body, there was almost no life force left on you. With injuries that severe, you shouldn't have been able to survive…"
Hearing this, Lin Qiye helplessly raised a hand to his forehead and waved it dismissively:
"Alright, alright, I get it. This isn't your fault either… Li Yifei, go explain to the other nurses. I'm not a ghost or anything. Get them to sort out their minds and continue their daily work."
"Sure!! I'll go right now!"
Li Yifei turned and walked out of the director's office. As the door closed, the two inside heard a booming voice from outside:
"What are you all standing there for?! The director isn't dead!! And he's not a ghost either! Qiyè is perfectly fine! Wipe those tears away! Take off those white caps and white bands on your heads and burn them all! Not a single one can remain! The whole asylum needs a thorough cleaning, and this floor… damn it all, who threw so much spirit money on the ground?! Sweep it all up!"
As chaos erupted outside, Lin Qiye turned his gaze to Bragi.
"Bragi Treatment Progress: 86%"
Seeing this progress bar floating above his head, Lin Qiye felt a pang of exhaustion. If he remembered correctly, last time he checked this bar, it was at 89%… After all this commotion, his treatment progress had actually dropped another 3%.
"Director, I…"
Bragi opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain something, but Lin Qiye stood up and拍了拍 his shoulder:
"It's fine. This isn't your fault. Don't worry about it… By the way, how have things been with your wife lately?"
"Pretty good, same as before. But I miss her more and more…" Bragi scratched his head, a bit embarrassed. "When can I go back to Asgard to see her?"
"Mmm… should be soon."
Lin Qiye vaguely deflected the topic. After some casual conversation, he let Bragi leave the director's office.
Once Bragi was gone, Lin Qiye strode into the underground dungeon.
This time Lin Qiye remembered clearly—there was still one "mystery" locked up in the underground dungeon. That Weituoweng had been tortured by Wang Cai for so long; it was time to check on the results.
Sure enough, Wang Cai didn't disappoint Lin Qiye. When he stood at the dungeon entrance, he saw that the fear value of Weituoweng "Mystery" had already broken through the one hundred mark. If Wang Cai hadn't been summoned out by Lin Qiye for battle earlier, it might have been approaching two hundred by now.
After a simple round of threats and incentives, Lin Qiye successfully recruited him as a hospital nurse, handing him over to the Chaos Cube to join the cleaning department.
When Lin Qiye finished with this and walked out of the director's office, he found two figures standing at the door, as if they had been waiting for some time.
"Monkey Brother? Gilgamesh?"
Sun Wukong stood at the entrance without speaking, his eyes tightly locked on Lin Qiye, two团刺目的金芒 bursting from his pupils!
Under the illumination of that golden light, Lin Qiye下意识地眯起了 his eyes, but only a few seconds later, Sun Wukong withdrew that炽热的目光.
"How is it?" Gilgamesh asked.
Sun Wukong微微点头:
"No corruption from unclean things, and no replacement. It's him."
Lin Qiye茫然地看着眼前的两人, confusedly asked: "Monkey Brother, what is this…"
"Nothing much, just a precaution." Sun Wukong shook his head. "Bragi said you were dead—what happened?"
Lin Qiye helplessly recounted the entire situation. After hearing it, Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed slightly, "So it was Michael… then it's not surprising."
As Lin Qiye was about to speak, his peripheral vision caught Sun Wukong's expression, and he suddenly froze in place.
"Monkey Brother… what's wrong?"
Lin Qiye试探性地问道.
In front of the director's office, Sun Wukong draped in half a cassock stood there like a statue, his eyes showing a rare flickered with daze.
Sun Wukong snapped back to attention, meeting Lin Qiye's gaze. "You just said… Heavenly Court? The gods of Great Xia have returned?"
"They've returned." Lin Qiye nodded vigorously. "The Heavenly Court origin has been restored, the Gods of Great Xia have all returned. My true body is now in Heavenly Court."
"They've returned… returned…"
Upon hearing Lin Qiye's answer, Sun Wukong's gaze grew complex. It was as if he had lost his soul, standing frozen in place for a long moment before murmuring to himself, turning away and walking off alone.
Lin Qiye watched that lonely, desolate figure retreating, and once more the image from the time fragment surfaced in his mind—that helpless figure kneeling before the corpses of Zhu Bajie and沙悟净, howling at the mist in anguish.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but after hesitating for a moment, he ultimately said nothing.
…
Lin Qiye passed through the bustling courtyard and headed straight for the stairs leading to the second floor of the hospital.
Downstairs, Bragi sang cheerful songs, trying to offset the tragic atmosphere created by the earlier mourning tune. Sun Wukong clutched a wine jar, drinking alone in a corner, while Gilgamesh had wandered off somewhere.
As the entire asylum was in an uproar cleaning up the place, the floor where the six wards were located was deserted, deathly silent.
Lin Qiye draped in his white coat, walked to the door of the sixth ward. The dim sky churned behind him, and the faint scattered light from the heavens cast his shadow onto the ward door.
Lin Qiye raised his head and looked at the sign above the ward door, where a book was clearly sketched. But the text on the book was too small, so even at such close range, he couldn't make out which two characters they were.
A book?
Which deity is associated with a book?
So far, gods from Greek mythology, English mythology, Norse mythology, Great Xia mythology, and Sumerian mythology had all appeared. From this, one could infer that the patient's divine lineage in this final ward likely had very few options remaining.
Lin Qiye shook his head, pushing the thought aside. Instead, he simply placed his hand on the door handle and pressed down.
No amount of speculation would help. Once he opened this door, the identity of the final patient would reveal itself naturally.
As the ward door swung open, endless sacred and warm white light poured out from within the gap…