Chapter 1287 — The Clue to the Fire Spirit Sacred Fruit. This Restroom's Security Is Still Too Poor—A Call Made Here by Wei Zhao, Like the One He Made in the Restroom Where Su Jiaonang Had Been, Could Be Interrupted by Anyone at Any Moment!

Wei Zhao shook his head and decided to go and look at the other floors.

The second and third floors were plainly out of the question, for they too were high-tier spectator seating of the arena, and wherever there was spectator seating one could not rule out spectators getting up to use the restroom. Wei Zhao's gaze therefore fell upon the basement.

The first basement level was where the concert staff rested and made their preparations. Apart from the staff themselves, no one generally used the restroom there; of course, one could not rule out the occasional crazed fan hoping to get close to Xu Shilan, but even if such fans made their way down to the basement, they could never reach her, for there would surely be bodyguards at Xu Shilan's side.

Naturally, Wei Zhao's aim was not to get close to Xu Shilan, but simply to use the restroom. So, encountering no obstacle whatsoever, he arrived at the restroom on the first basement level, and there he took out his phone and dialed Old Man Wei's number.

Old Man Wei's voice came through quickly enough: "Xiaoyi? Where are you? What was all that commotion earlier?"

"Old man, I'm here at a concert with Xiaoxiao, that's all. It's one of her wishes, and I'm doing what I can to help her see it fulfilled," Wei Zhao explained. "Old man, you don't usually call me on your own initiative. What's this call about?"

"And what do you think I'm calling about, if not your girlfriend Feng Xiaoxiao?" Old Man Wei gave a snort. "Yesterday it suddenly came back to me that I'd once read something about the Fire Spirit Sacred Fruit in some book, so today I went back through a great many ancient medical texts hunting for the clue, and at long last Heaven rewarded my pains — I've found a few leads!"

"Truly?" Wei Zhao was startled, and asked at once, "What leads, exactly? Where is the Fire Spirit Sacred Fruit?"

"In ancient times, a Medical Sage once used this Fire Spirit Sacred Fruit to rid a person of cold poison. But the record in that ancient text is far from detailed — it does not say which Medical Sage it was, only speaks of the wondrous properties of the Fire Spirit Sacred Fruit!" said Old Man Wei.

"I see... but that's only a lead. It's still no help in learning exactly where the Fire Spirit Sacred Fruit grows, or how it is obtained!" Wei Zhao said with a wry smile.

"Still, there's no need to fret. I'm telling you in advance only to set your mind at ease, so that you won't worry overmuch. Since the book mentions that it was an ancient Medical Sage, then at least we have a thread to follow. Down through the ages, those styled Medical Sage have not been many — a scant handful. In a professional pharmacopoeia of that kind, anyone honored as a Medical Sage must be one of the few celebrated physicians of history. I have their medical notes here, all of them; once I go through them one by one, we will more or less be able to pin it down!" said Old Man Wei.

"Then I'll put you to the trouble, old man!" Wei Zhao said solemnly.

"What is all this courtesy with me for? Brat. But this time — you've truly fallen for her, haven't you? Have you thought about it? If you really do bring Feng Xiaoxiao back to life, you'll have two girlfriends on your hands. How will you manage that?" Old Man Wei shifted the subject and asked.

"Th-that..." Wei Zhao was briefly taken aback; he had not expected the old man to ask him this. For a moment he felt rather awkward, yet he had never given the question any thought before, and now that Old Man Wei had raised it so gravely, Wei Zhao sank into thought. "I don't know either. So long as Tang Yun doesn't object, then let it be..."

"Haha, you brat, you're certainly not short on romantic fortune!" Old Man Wei laughed.

"Enough, old man, let's not talk about this!" Wei Zhao plainly did not wish to continue the subject. "The matter of the Fire Spirit Sacred Fruit — I'll leave it in your hands!"

"Fine, I know you're anxious. I'll go look through them in a little while, and the moment there's news I'll tell you at once!" said Old Man Wei. "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first. Cheer up a bit; don't go around so glum and downcast all the time."

"I know." Warmth welled up in Wei Zhao's heart. For all that the old man was harsh with him, and at times forgot to act his age, when trouble truly came to him the old man was the one who cared for him most, quietly doing a great many things for him behind his back.

He hung up and let out a sigh. Still, the news was good news. Wei Zhao put the phone away and was just about to leave the restroom when, unexpectedly, a figure came stumbling in through the door!

Xu Shilan had never expected to be suddenly seized by a headache while onstage. Of course, her headaches came on every so often, so it was nothing unusual — only this time the sudden onset left her at a loss as to what to do.

All along, Xu Shilan had wanted to be honest and tell all her fans frankly about her illness, but the company would not allow it, afraid it would damage her image and her career as a star. So Xu Shilan could only play along and keep it hidden for the time being.

Xu Shilan forced herself to finish the song. As the stage lowered for her costume change, she did not even have time to say a word to Sister Wang before she ran quickly toward the restroom; she meant to wash her face with cold water and clear her head.

She trusted that Sister Wang would understand what had come over her, that Sister Wang would tidy up the aftermath on her behalf. Xu Shilan could not spare a thought for whether the cold water would smudge her makeup; she wanted only to make the headache subside.

Seeing Xu Shilan's state, Sister Wang did not hold her back; naturally she knew what was wrong with her. The next moment, she made ready to go onstage and announce that something had gone wrong with the concert stage's equipment, that it required emergency repairs, and that once the repairs were done the concert would resume.

Of course, once Sister Wang made that announcement, all the fans were disappointed, yet there was nothing to be done. Everyone wanted the concert to go on, but a stage malfunction was not the sort of thing human effort could control, so the only option now was to wait patiently until the stage equipment was fixed before the concert could continue.

Over here, Xu Shilan came stumbling and bursting into the restroom. She did not notice that anyone else was inside; she could not wait to turn on the tap and dash cold water against her cheeks, which had gone pale.

"Phew—" Xu Shilan let out a long breath. The splash of cold water had eased the splitting pain in her head, but the moment she left the sting of the water behind, the agony came thundering back.

To put it plainly, she used the icy tap water to numb the nerves of her head and win temporary relief from the pain — but this was a remedy for the symptom only, not the root. She could hardly stand onstage singing while dousing herself with water the whole time.

Wei Zhao's eyes went wide. He was thoroughly puzzled by this girl in bright stage costume who had suddenly rushed in to wash her face with cold water. Who on earth was she?

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