Chapter 1288 — Stepping In to Save a Life
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She had thought she could hold out until the end of the concert, yet the headache struck in the middle of it after all. The harder Xu Shilan tried to bring it under control quickly, the more frantic she grew, and the worse it hurt, until her eyes were stinging with tears.
"Xu Shilan?" Wei Zhao recognized her at last. This young woman, splashing her face with cold water and crying out in pain, was none other than the superstar Xu Shilan!
But shouldn't Xu Shilan be on stage right now? What had brought her here?
And by the look of her, something had gone wrong. Right -- Wei Zhao suddenly remembered: outside the restroom door he had heard Su Jiaonang on the phone with Zhao Qibing, and they had seemed to mention that Xu Shilan was suffering from some illness. Could it be this headache?
Thinking it through that way, Wei Zhao found it entirely plausible.
"Ah!" Hearing someone call her name, Xu Shilan started, lifted her head, and stared at Wei Zhao with a flicker of fear. She had bolted into the restroom to splash cold water on her face without ever once considering that someone might already be inside.
This was the restroom on the basement level; apart from the staff, no one else should have been here, and every member of the staff should have been busy seeing to the aftermath -- so how could anyone be in the restroom? Moreover, Xu Shilan had clearly never laid eyes on Wei Zhao before; he was a total stranger.
True, she could not possibly know every last person who worked for the company, but most of them were at least familiar faces, and they all wore matching ID badges. By every measure of dress and bearing, this man was no staff member.
"Who are you?" Xu Shilan asked, eyeing Wei Zhao warily.
"You have a headache?" Wei Zhao frowned. He had no wish to meddle in other people's business -- Wei Zhao was not a busybody. But what weighed on his mind was not whether Xu Shilan had a headache; it was what her headache would bring in its wake.
Since Xu Shilan had turned up here, the concert had certainly been interrupted; and if she did not recover, the show would have no choice but to end early. That was not an outcome Wei Zhao wanted to see.
Wei Zhao was not especially fond of Xu Shilan, and he had no particular stake in whether she went on singing -- but Feng Xiaoxiao cared very much indeed. She had been looking forward to this concert for a long, long time. How could Wei Zhao let her down?
Unlike everyone else, Feng Xiaoxiao now had one day fewer with every day that passed. Others who missed the concert today might feel a little regret; for Feng Xiaoxiao the regret would last forever -- she might never see a Xu Shilan concert again in this lifetime.
So that Feng Xiaoxiao could have one perfect, joyful day, Wei Zhao could not allow the concert to end early. There was no help for it: he would have to lend Xu Shilan a hand.
"What... what are you going to do?" Still wary of a stranger who had appeared in the restroom, she instinctively took two steps back -- but the skull-splitting pain left her legs unsteady, and after only those two steps a wave of dizziness overtook her, and she sank to the floor in a faint.
The only thought in Xu Shilan's mind before she blacked out was the urge to cry for help, but bolting off the stage and dashing down to the restroom had used up every last ounce of strength in her body, leaving her with nothing to spare.
Wei Zhao had not expected Xu Shilan to pass out before he could even open his mouth, and for a moment did not know whether to laugh or cry. Still, a rescue was a rescue; he walked to her side, thought nothing of appearances, caught hold of her wrist, and took her pulse.
"Oh?" Feeling Xu Shilan's pulse, Wei Zhao frowned at once. He reached over and lifted her eyelids, then examined her tongue, yet discovered nothing out of the ordinary -- and that gave him no small start of wonder.