# 1151
Chapter 1152: Gilgamesh's Illness
In the courtyard.
The Ruyi Jingu Bang and the longsword clashed in the air at an astonishing frequency. As the two divine powers collided violently, Gilgamesh in his gray robe was forced to retreat step after step.
Sun Wukong's tattered cassock fluttered around him as his momentum grew stronger with each exchange. His pair of dazzling golden rays burned like scorching suns. He resembled a war god, with Buddhist light and demonic energy swirling around him like yin and yang, grinding apart Gilgamesh's domineering divine power.
"It's been like this lately." Li Yifei heard Lin Qiye's words and said while cracking sunflower seeds, "For the past half month, whenever these two fight, Jiji King hasn't won a single round. Just look at the bets people are placing—almost everyone is betting on Monkey Brother."
Lin Qiye stared at the battlefield without looking away. After a moment, he found the source of the problem and sighed deeply, "Ultimately, it's not that Gilgamesh is weak... it's that Monkey Brother has gotten stronger during this time."
"Tell me about it. Look at Monkey Brother's current stance—I think he's way more powerful than the Great Sage Equal to Heaven depicted in those TV dramas. If the Monkey King from those shows was really this strong, then him causing chaos in Heaven and directly confronting the Jade Emperor makes perfect sense."
Li Yifei couldn't help but exclaim.
Lin Qiye didn't speak. He simply watched the progress bar floating above Sun Wukong's head.
"Sun Wukong Treatment Progress: 90%"
It had already climbed to 90%... Sun Wukong's treatment progress had now surpassed Bragi's 86%, becoming the healthiest patient in the entire hospital.
At this rate, would Monkey Brother be discharged before Bragi?
On the other hand, Gilgamesh, who was currently exchanging blows with Sun Wukong—despite receiving medication treatment over this period, which had caused his progress bar to rise somewhat—it was still stuck at 42%, not even breaking through the 50% mark. His discharge remained indefinitely distant.
Of course, if one were to speak of the most hopeless case for discharge, it would have to be Yurande.
Lin Qiye raised his head and glanced at the top of the patient building. Beyond the railing, cloaked in a white cloud garment, Yurande was gazing down at the battle in the courtyard. That aged face was full of warmth and kindness.
Boom—!
An explosive sound rang out from the courtyard. Gilgamesh's form was struck by the Ruyi Jingu Bang and sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground.
This battle ultimately ended in Gilgamesh's defeat.
Bragi hastily stopped his playing and, carrying his harp, hurried to crouch beside Gilgamesh. He blinked and asked, "Hey, are you alright?"
Gilgamesh furrowed his brows and slowly rose from the ground. He cast a cold glance at Bragi. "This King does not require your concern."
His gaze swept across Sun Wukong, who stood in place holding the Ruyi Jingu Bang, staring back at him. Gilgamesh snorted coldly, turned, and walked toward his ward.
Seeing this scene, Li Yifei stopped cracking his sunflower seeds and scratched his head. He turned to look at Lin Qiye, "Seven Nights, shouldn't you go check on him?"
"Check on him? How am I supposed to do that?" Lin Qiye said helplessly, "They fight by mutual consent—切磋 by mutual agreement. I shouldn't interfere."
"But I feel like with Jiji King's temperament, constantly getting beaten like this will cause problems. Maybe you could tell Monkey Brother to go easy on him next time?"
Lin Qiye shook his head decisively, "No. Gilgamesh is, after all, an ancient king. He still has that much dignity. If Monkey Brother truly held back, that would be the real problem. It would be an insult to him."
After Lin Qiye finished speaking, he watched Gilgamesh's departing figure and fell silent.
After a moment, he still stood up from the small stool, brushing off the sunflower seed shells from his clothes. "I'll go take a look at him."
...
Lin Qiye stood at the door of Ward Five. He raised his hand and gently knocked.
Without waiting for Gilgamesh to speak inside, he turned the handle and walked straight in.
The ward window wasn't closed. Gilgamesh, draped in a gray robe, stood quietly by the window. He turned his head slightly, frowning as he looked at Lin Qiye entering. His voice was deep, "This King has not yet spoken. Who gave you permission to enter?"
"By the time you voice your refusal, it would be too late." Lin Qiye walked to the window with his hands in his white coat, gazing at the scenery outside. "How have you been feeling lately?"
"This King is not ill!" Gilgamesh's expression was somewhat hostile, "If this were back in ancient Uruk, just those words alone would have been enough to get you killed ten times over."
"...Then let me rephrase the question."
Lin Qiye looked at him seriously. "Right now, can you distinguish between illusion and reality?"
Gilgamesh fell silent.
After a long while, he slowly said, "This King... This King does not know."
"Don't know?" Lin Qiye frowned. "Can distinguish means you can distinguish; if you can't tell, then say you can't. What do you mean by 'don't know'?"
"This King knows that this place is no longer Uruk. But whenever This King tries to recall the events of those days, his thoughts become chaotic... As if... someone keeps inserting chaotic memories into This King's mind."
Gilgamesh slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "This King is not the kind of coward who flees from reality. But whenever these chaotic memories appear, This King falls into a daze again. Only when This King devotes his entire being to battle can This King briefly regain clarity."
Hearing these words, Lin Qiye's expression gradually grew grave.
From the very beginning when treating Gilgamesh, Lin Qiye had felt that, given this ancient king's temperament and bearing, he shouldn't have been the type to wallow in delusion and sink into false fantasies.
After using violent means to awaken his consciousness, Gilgamesh appeared on the surface to have no other ailments besides his pride. But the hospital's treatment progress bar would never lie.
A 42% progress meant his illness had only been preliminarily cured. As long as it didn't break through 50%, it indicated that the most critical root cause had not been discovered.
Now it seemed the key issue lay in what he called "inserting chaotic memories."
But Lin Qiye had gone through Doctor Li's notes and found nothing similar to this situation.
Could it be... the problem wasn't actually with Gilgamesh's spirit?
Lin Qiye fell into deep thought.
Take Merlin's split personality, for example—that wasn't simply a mental illness. In the end, it was caused by an external alien soul invading and causing mental derangement. Was it possible that what Gilgamesh was facing now was the same situation?
If that were the case... what exactly was continuously灌入—filling—chaotic memories into him?
Lin Qiye thought for a long time but still had no clue. He could only nod. "I understand. I'll research this when I get back... If these memories truly trouble you, you can go fight Monkey Brother more often. He should be very happy to help."
With that, Lin Qiye walked out of Ward Five.