# 1107
Chapter 1108: You've Done Well, Child
A pure white light shot up from the patient building, piercing into the gloomy sky, rippling outward and dispersing all the gloom without a trace.
On the roof of the opposite hospital building, Gilgamesh, who had been resting with closed eyes, seemed to sense something and suddenly opened his eyes, looking toward where the pillar of light had risen.
"This aura..." Gilgamesh frowned slightly.
...
In the corner of the hospital.
Sun Wukong, who had been drinking heavily, also turned his head at the same time, gazing at the pillar of light piercing the heavens.
He stared at it for a long while, silently withdrew his gaze, and continued to lift the wine jug to drink heartily.
...
At the same time, on the steps in front of the courtyard.
Bragi's lively poetry came to an abrupt end. He held his harp, blinked at the pillar of light, and sighed helplessly:
"Another big brother arrives... I wonder if this neighbor will be easy to get along with. Hopefully he won't be like those two hooligans again..."
...
The door to the patient room slowly opened. Lin Qiye's gaze passed through the endless holy white light and landed on the figure standing in the center of the room.
It was an old man in white robes. He walked out from the sacred white light, his feet treading on clouds. His deep blue eyes gazed at Lin Qiye, filled with慈爱 and compassion.
When he drew closer, Lin Qiye could see clearly now that what he wore was not some white robe, but flowing, elegant clouds.
Lin Qiye looked behind him. A familiar panel was hovering in the air:
"
Patient Room No. 6.
Patient: Yalande
Task: Help Yalande treat his mental illness. When the treatment progress reaches the specified values (1%, 50%, 100%), you can randomly draw some of Yalande's abilities.
Current Treatment Progress: 0%
"
At the moment he saw this panel, Lin Qiye's pupils constricted sharply.
He was naturally well-acquainted with Yalande's great name. As the god worshipped by the Western Holy Church before the Mist descended, he possessed the most Believers in the world and was the creator-god of the largest religion. Even the Seraph Michael was merely his first angel.
(Due to practical reasons, some factions and figures have been fictionalized for this story.)
The patient in the final room was actually Yalande, the God of the Western Holy Church?
Simply from the perspective of faith and status alone, he was on an entirely different level from the patients in the previous five rooms. So when Lin Qiye saw him, his heart trembled slightly.
Thinking about it, the book on the doorplate probably didn't symbolize knowledge or writing—it represented the Western Holy Church's Holy Scripture.
Lin Qiye carefully studied the Yalande before him. From his limb movements and expressions, there were no obvious abnormalities, no symptoms of depression, confusion, or disorientation... At first glance, he seemed no different from a normal person.
Of course, this didn't mean Yalande's condition was mild. Quite the opposite, this might indicate he was very sick. The more impossible it was to judge his condition through his behavior, the harder it would be to find the root cause and prescribe the right treatment.
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Qiye chose to take the initiative and speak, testing his condition:
"Hello?"
"You've done well, my child."
Yalande, surrounded by swirling mist and clouds, walked to Lin Qiye's side. His deep blue eyes looked directly into Lin Qiye's, speaking with affectionate warmth.
Child?
At this moment, countless cases of delusion and cognitive disorders flashed through Lin Qiye's mind, but upon careful thought, this form of address didn't seem problematic at all.
Based on Lin Qiye's understanding of the Western Holy Church, humans were creations—offspring—of the deity. Here, "child" probably didn't refer specifically to Lin Qiye alone. To Yalande, all humans were children. As God, he truly had the right to use this form of address.
Lin Qiye thought for a moment before speaking again: "How are you feeling?"
"You've done well, my child." Yalande repeated lovingly.
"?"
Lin Qiye's brow furrowed slightly. He gazed into Yalande's gentle yet profound eyes and continued testing:
"Do you know where you are?"
"You've done well, my child."
"Why do you keep repeating that?"
"You've done well, my child."
"Amitabha?"
"You've done well, my child."
Lin Qiye: "..."
It seemed the illness was quite apparent after all.
Lin Qiye briefly recalled Doctor Li's notes in his mind. He didn't seem to recall any mention of this particular symptom of mental illness... It looked like he'd need to do more homework.
"Li Yifei!"
Lin Qiye shouted from the edge of the corridor.
Soon, Li Yifei came over carrying a broom and rag, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his wrist. "What's wrong? Qiyе?"
"This new patient... should be the last patient as well. You should look after him."
"Him? This old man looks quite kind. Who is he?"
"God. Yalande."
"?"
"You've done well, my child."
"???"
After temporarily leaving Yalande in Li Yifei's care, Lin Qiye descended the stairs to the first floor. He stood in the courtyard, his heart stirred slightly, and he looked up toward the second floor of the patient building.
With the opening of the final patient room, all six rooms had now emerged. Six patients had all appeared. If the six rooms corresponded to Lin Qiye's six realms, then this had now reached the upper limit of this hospital.
From now on, there should be no new patient rooms appearing, right?
Lin Qiye thought to himself.
Just as he was about to leave the hospital, a figure appeared before him.
"Brother Monkey?"
Lin Qiye looked at the figure before him, carrying two empty wine jugs, his expression complex and lonely, and spoke in surprise.
"Lin Qiye." Sun Wukong spoke slowly. He gazed into Lin Qiye's eyes, fell silent for a moment, then said, "Help me with something."
"What?"
"...I want to go out."
...
Heavenly Court Guest Room.
Lin Qiye opened his eyes and slowly sat up from the bed.
A ghostly shadow emerged from around his body, coalescing into an ancient ape draped in half a cassock, its fur a dark gold.
After the treatment progress exceeded fifty percent, patients could briefly leave the hospital in a spirit state. Back in Cangnan, Lin Qiye had also released Nyx once. The only flaw was that in this state, the god possessed no combat ability.
"Brother Monkey... what do you want to do?"
Sun Wukong closed his eyes. A surge of divine power rippled outward as his form twisted rapidly. In moments, he had transformed into an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, wearing a deep red cloak identical to Lin Qiye's, a hood pulled over his head, covering his entire face.
Seventy-Two Transformations.
"Don't worry. I won't cause a big disturbance, and I won't expose the hospital's existence." Sun Wukong fell silent for a moment. "I just... want to see some people."