Chapter 1152 – Gilgamesh’s Sickness

　　In the courtyard.

　　The golden rod and the long sword collided in the air at an astonishing frequency, under the intense collision of the two divine forces, the gray-robed Gilgamesh’s figure retreated back one after another.

　　Sun Wukong’s shattered robe fluttered all over his body, his aura getting more and more courageous as he fought, his pair of radiant golden auras burning like the blazing sun, he was like a god of war, the Buddha light and demonic aura around him revolving slowly like a yin and a yang, crushing Gilgamesh’s overbearing divine power.

　　”It’s been like this lately.” Li Yifei heard Lin Qiye’s words and said, while getting high on melon seeds.

　　”For the past half a month, whenever the two have fought, King Gilgamesh hasn’t won a single round, just look at the bets they’ve placed, almost everyone favors Monkey.”

　　Lin Qiye stared intently at the battlefield, and after a moment, he found the problem and let out a long sigh:

　　”In the end, it’s not that Gilgamesh is weak …… but that during this time, Monkey has gotten stronger.”

　　”Isn’t that so? Look at Monkey’s posture, I feel that it’s much more fierce than the Qi Tian Da Sheng played in the TV series, if the Monkey in that is really this strong, then he can cause havoc in the Heavenly Palace and harden against the Jade Emperor, I feel that it’s reasonable.”

　　Li Yifei couldn’t help but lament.

　　Lin Qiye didn’t say anything, he just silently looked at the progress bar above Sun Wukong’s head.

　　”Sun Wukong’s healing progress: 90%.”

　　It had already risen to 90%……. Right now, Sun Wukong’s healing progress had surpassed Bragi’s 86%, leaping to become the healthiest patient in the entire hospital.

　　At this rate, could Monkey be discharged even earlier than Bragi?

　　On the contrary, Gilgamesh who is fighting with Sun Wukong, this period of time to take medicine treatment, although also let his progress bar rose some, but still stayed at 42%, even the 50% mark has not broken through, discharge is still far away.

　　Of course, the one who had the slimmest hope of being discharged from the hospital was still Yelande.

　　Lin Qiye raised his head and looked at the head of the sick building, behind the fence, Yelander, who was clad in a white cloud coat, was looking down at the battle in the courtyard, that old face was filled with gentleness and kindness.

　　Dang–!

　　An explosive sound came out from the courtyard, Gilgamesh’s figure was struck by the golden rod and flew out backwards, falling heavily on the ground.

　　This battle, in the end, ended with Gilgamesh’s defeat.

　　Bragi stopped playing in time, holding his harp and quickly walked over to Gilgamesh’s side and crouched down, blinking his eyes.

　　”Hey, are you okay?”

　　Gilgamesh’s brow furrowed as he slowly rose from the ground, glancing at him indifferently, “This king, doesn’t need you to worry.”

　　He swept his gaze across to the Sun Wukong who was carrying the Golden Banded Rod and stood in place to stare at him, and with a cold snort, he turned around and walked towards his ward.

　　Seeing this scene, Li Yifei, who was kowtowing a melon, stopped his hands and scratched his head, looking towards Lin Qiye:

　　”Seven Nights, don’t you need to go and manage it?”

　　”Pipe? How can I manage this?” Lin Qiye said helplessly, “They’re exchanging blows and sparring between you and me, so it’s not good for me to intervene.”

　　”But I have a feeling that with King Jiji’s nature, something will go wrong if he keeps getting beaten up like this, ah? Why don’t you talk to Monkey and ask him to let up a bit next time?”

　　Lin Qiye shook his head decisively:

　　”No, Gilgamesh is after all an ancient king, this bit of temperament is still there, if Monkey really lets go of the water, that’s what’s really going to cause problems, it’s an insult to him.”

　　Lin Qiye’s words fell into silence as he looked at Gilgamesh’s departing back.

　　A few moments later, he still stood up from the small pony and patted the melon rind off his body, “I’ll go take a look at him.”

　　Lin Qiye stood at the door of ward number five, extended his hand, and gently knocked on the door.

　　Without waiting for Gilgamesh inside the door to speak, he twisted the handle and walked straight in.

　　The windows were not closed in the ward, and Gilgamesh, clad in a long gray robe, stood quietly by the window as he turned his head sideways, frowning at Lin Qiye, who had walked in through the door, and said in a deep voice:

　　”This king hasn’t opened his mouth yet, who let you in?”

　　”By the time you open your mouth and refuse, it will be too late.” Lin Qiye inserted his hands into his white coat, walked to the window, looked out the window and said, “How’s your condition these days?”

　　”This king is not sick!” Gilgamesh looked a bit unkind, “If you were in Uruk back then, just this sentence of yours would be enough to make you die ten times.”

　　”…… Then I’ll ask in a different way.”

　　Lin Qiye looked at him seriously, “Now, can you distinguish between fantasy and reality?”

　　Gilgamesh fell into silence.

　　Only after a long time did he slowly say, “This king …… this king does not know.”

　　”Don’t know?” Lin Qiye frowned, “Being able to tell the difference is being able to tell the difference, not being able to tell the difference is saying you can’t tell the difference …… How is it considered not knowing?”

　　”This king knows that this place has long since ceased to be Uruk, but whenever this king tries to recall what happened back then, his thoughts will be confused …… It’s as if, someone keeps stuffing some confusing memories into this king’s mind.”

　　Gilgamesh slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “This king isn’t the kind of coward who avoids reality, but whenever these chaotic memories appear, this king will fall into a trance once again, and can only briefly regain his clarity when he devotes himself fully to battle.”

　　Hearing this passage, Lin Qiye’s face gradually became grave.

　　Back in the very beginning when he was treating Gilgamesh, Lin Qiye felt that with this ancient king’s heart and temperament, he shouldn’t be so self depraved as to sink into false illusions.

　　And after he used violent means to awaken his consciousness, Gilgamesh, on the surface, didn’t seem to have any other ailments other than some arrogance, but no matter what, the progress bar of the hospital’s treatment wouldn’t lie.

　　A progress of 42% would mean that his illness was still only initially cured somewhat, and as long as it didn’t break through 50%, it meant that the most important root of the illness, hadn’t been discovered.

　　Now, it seemed that the key to the matter should lie in the “stuffing of confusing memories” that he had mentioned.

　　But Lin Qiye had thought about Dr. Li’s notes and hadn’t mentioned anything similar.

　　Could it be that …… the problem really doesn’t lie in Gilgamesh’s spirit?

　　Lin Qiye was deep in thought.

　　For example, Merlin’s split personality is not a purely mental illness, in the final analysis, that is because of the invasion of the outside world fae souls and lead to insanity, is it possible that what Gilgamesh is facing now, is also this situation?

　　If this is really the case …… then what exactly is it that is constantly filling him with chaotic memories?

　　Lin Qiye thought for a long time, but still didn’t have any thoughts, and could only nod, “I know, I’ll go back and study it …… If you’re really bothered by these memories, you can look for Monkey to fight more often, he should be happy to help.”

　　After saying that, Lin Qiye walked out of ward five.