# 466
**Chapter 466: Lin Qiye’s Lovesickness**
Lin Qiye looked at the unwavering Bragi before him and sighed inwardly.
He had to admit, although Bragi looked like a total playboy, he was actually deeply devoted. The problem was… even if you searched the entire world, you’d never find her.
Idun’s heart was inside his body, and her consciousness was hidden in his mind. In a sense, they were already one person. Trying to find yourself by traveling the world? That was nothing but a fool’s dream.
Bragi knew none of this, but Lin Qiye knew everything. Naturally, he couldn’t let Bragi leave the Asylum of the Gods.
Besides, even if he wanted to let Bragi go, the rules of the asylum wouldn’t allow it. Only when a patient’s treatment progress reached 50% could they temporarily leave the asylum. Right now, Bragi wasn’t even close to 50%. If things kept going like this, his progress would probably drop below 10% soon.
So what now?
Tell him the truth—that Idun died to save him?
No, absolutely not.
Lin Qiye wasn’t a professional psychiatrist, but he could clearly see that Bragi’s emotions were extremely unstable. If he learned the truth, he might just jump off the roof and die alongside Idun.
He couldn’t tell the truth, couldn’t let him leave, and medication alone wouldn’t help…
What was he supposed to do?
Lin Qiye felt a headache coming on. Bragi’s situation was far more troublesome than he’d expected.
“It’s not that I don’t want to let you go. I can’t break the rules here and send you out,” Lin Qiye said regretfully.
Bragi’s eyes dimmed even further at those words.
The treatment progress bar above his head instantly dropped from 16% to 14%…
Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched. He quickly added, “But don’t give up. Give me some time—I’ll help you solve this!”
Bragi sighed but said nothing. From his expression, it was clear he didn’t believe Lin Qiye could help.
Lin Qiye didn’t waste any more time. He hurried back to his office and pulled out a thick stack of handwritten notes, carefully flipping through them.
These notes were copied word for word from Doctor Li’s original records back at the Purification Chamber. Now, Lin Qiye could only pin his hopes on Doctor Li—after all, he was known as the best psychiatrist in all of Great Xia. Maybe he had a way to handle this kind of situation?
As it turned out, Lin Qiye was overthinking it.
He spent hours going through every page and found no case that matched Bragi’s situation, let alone a useful solution.
He exhaled deeply, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his tired eyes.
The notes were a dead end. That meant he had to rely on himself…
But emotions had never been his strong suit.
Just then, a certain face flashed through Lin Qiye’s mind, and his eyes lit up.
Maybe… that guy would have a solution?
…
The next day.
After finishing their morning reading session, everyone gathered around a small table to enjoy lunch.
Lin Qiye glanced at Baili Pangpang, who was eating with great enthusiasm. After a moment of hesitation, he placed the chicken leg from his own bowl into Baili Pangpang’s.
Baili Pangpang froze.
“Qiye… what’s this?”
“I have a question about relationships. I want to ask your advice,” Lin Qiye said seriously.
“Pfft!”
Cao Yuan nearly spat out his soup. He turned away, slapping his chest and coughing violently.
Everyone except Zhou Ping stared at Lin Qiye in shock, wondering if they’d heard him right.
Lin Qiye?
Relationship problems?
Jialan’s expression turned complicated.
Zhou Ping quietly shoveled two more bites of rice into his mouth, pretending not to care—but his ears perked up.
“R-relationships…” Baili Pangpang stammered, then immediately set down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped the grease from his mouth, and said with utmost seriousness, “Go ahead!”
Lin Qiye organized his thoughts. “I have a friend…”
“…” Everyone’s mouth twitched in unison.
“He’s deeply in love with a woman…”
Baili Pangpang: (?ω?)!
An Qingyu: (=￣ω￣=)
Cao Yuan: ?(‘ω’?)
Jialan: ?(。???。)?
“But due to certain reasons, they can’t see each other…”
Jialan’s face darkened instantly.
“My friend is so worried about her safety that he can’t sleep. His mental state is deteriorating—he’s even showing signs of obsession… I want to know, what’s the best way to handle this?”
Lin Qiye asked earnestly, dark circles under his eyes.
“Uh… Qiye, can I ask something first?” Baili Pangpang couldn’t help but ask, “Those dark circles…”
“Oh, I didn’t sleep well last night,” Lin Qiye replied, slightly startled.
He’d spent the entire night researching in the asylum—naturally, he hadn’t slept a wink.
Baili Pangpang and the others exchanged glances and nodded knowingly.
Jialan bit her lip slightly, tears glistening in her eyes as she looked at Lin Qiye.
“Ahem, what you—uh, your friend—is going through sounds like lovesickness,” Baili Pangpang said carefully. “The best cure for lovesickness is to meet the one you miss. But we’re confined to this military base, so meeting in person isn’t realistic…”
“What does that have to do with where we are?” Lin Qiye asked, confused.
“…Ah, I mean, meeting isn’t realistic. But with today’s technology, video calls are totally doable. If that doesn’t work, you could always write letters, right? Don’t you agree, Sword Saint?” Baili Pangpang turned to Zhou Ping, who was still eating quietly.
Zhou Ping grunted, “I can help you apply for a smartphone.”
“…” Lin Qiye glanced at the group’s odd expressions and sighed. “It’s really not me. It’s just a friend…”
“Ah, yes yes yes, a friend!” Everyone nodded like bobbleheads.
Lin Qiye: …
He couldn’t be bothered to argue. Frowning slightly, he suddenly felt like he’d caught onto something important…
“Pangpang, what did you just say?”
Baili Pangpang blinked. “Ah, yes yes yes, a friend!”
“…The sentence before that.”
“Oh, I said, with today’s tech, you can video call. Or write letters.”
“Letters…” Lin Qiye’s eyes slowly lit up.