The sudden appearance of a massive amount of memories made Mo Li feel as if his head were splitting apart. Two completely different sets of memories were clashing inside his mind. Mo Li instinctively raised both hands to clutch his head and hunched over in agony, letting out a scream.
Wei Dengke panicked when he saw this. He reached out and grabbed Mo Li by the shoulders, then turned toward the surroundings and shouted, "Doctor! Is there a doctor?"
A few minutes later, Mo Li sat blankly on a bench, staring at the operating room doors. Compared with before, his condition had stabilized considerably. After being injected with a sedative, his headache had eased significantly. It still hurt, but it was no longer unbearable like before.
Standing beside him with his back against the wall on the left, Wei Dengke looked at him worriedly and asked in a low voice, "How are you feeling now?"
"Why is this happening? We were clearly still inside the Underground Palace on Kunlun Mountain, and Tomboy was almost killed by me. I remember it very clearly."
"Looks like I really will have to take you to Capital Grand Hospital after Mei Duo gives birth. Your Delusion Disorder is getting worse and worse."
"...Do I really have Delusion Disorder? Was everything just an illusion? But could an illusion feel that real?"
Wei Dengke said nothing more because he did not know how to answer Mo Li. Ever since Mo Li had injured his head the last time they went into the mountains, he had become like this. His condition fluctuated between good and bad, and whenever he had an episode, he acted as if he had gone mad, often spouting all kinds of strange things.
The two of them fell silent. No one spoke for