Lin Qiye's voice echoed through the courtyard, while everything around him remained deathly silent.
Gilgamesh stood there blankly, as if struck by lightning.
Lin Qiye said nothing more. He turned and walked straight toward the Director's Office.
Saying those things had been a bold attempt for Lin Qiye as well.
Dr. Li's notes contained quite a few similar cases. When dealing with them, the best approach was to first stabilize the patient's emotions gently, then rely on medication and long-term psychological counseling to gradually help them emerge from their false memories and return to reality.
But Lin Qiye had not done that.
Not because he found it troublesome, nor because he was incapable of it. Ultimately, it was because he felt that this treatment method was not suited for Gilgamesh.
Who was Gilgamesh?
A tyrant who had single-handedly forged the legend of the Uruk Kingdom, who had faced two gods with his demigod body!
His life truly had been a glorious epic, but also one of the rarest tragedies in the world. His heart should have been tempered beyond measure... Lin Qiye had always felt that someone like him should not willingly sink into false memories.
Perhaps there were also some external factors behind this illness that Lin Qiye did not know about.
Just like when he had gone mad in Cangnan. Although losing his family had indeed been a tremendous blow to Lin Qiye, that had not been the main reason. The true cause had been the exhaustion and shattering of his soul power.
Since that was the case, Lin Qiye chose a more forceful method. He would directly sever Gilgamesh from those illusory memories, let him slowly readjust his state of mind and return to the right path, then investigate the deeper cause.
This was the first time