After finishing a day of training, Lin Qiye lay on his bed and slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods within his mind.
Ever since leaving the Abstinence Hall, he had either been carrying out missions or on his way to carry out missions. He had very little time to rest, and even less time to enter the Psychiatric Hospital of Gods. Fortunately, Li Yifei, the head orderly, regularly reported on the hospital's condition, and nothing unusual had happened.
Lin Qiye put on a white coat, donned black-rimmed glasses, and walked into the hospital like a real doctor.
"Good morning, Director."
A Zhu, carrying a bundle of clothes toward the laundry room, obediently greeted Lin Qiye when he saw him approach.
"Mm." Lin Qiye nodded, crossed the long corridor, and headed toward the empty courtyard.
In the center of the courtyard, Nyx sat in a rocking chair, basking in the sun. A ball of black yarn rested on her lap as her hands worked the threads, seemingly knitting something.
Judging from its rough shape, it seemed to be a sweater.
The moment Lin Qiye saw the sweater, confusion appeared in his eyes. If he remembered correctly, Nyx had seemed to be knitting that sweater a year ago. How had she still not finished it?
When Nyx saw Lin Qiye, a gentle smile appeared on her face. "You came back to see me, Danaus?"
"Yes, Mother." Lin Qiye walked to Nyx's side and smiled. "How have you been lately?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell on the Treatment Progress bar above Nyx's head. It had been more than two years since Nyx entered the Psychiatric Hospital of Gods for treatment. By now, her Treatment Progress had reached 89%, making her the most successfully treated