Chapter 514 — Feng Xiaoxiao Falls Ill!
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No response whatsoever. By now Wei Zhao was completely certain something had happened to Feng Xiaoxiao, for in her present state she could hardly be taking photos or trying to blackmail him.
Once he was sure Feng Xiaoxiao really was in trouble, Wei Zhao hastily bent down, his eyes carefully averted, and pressed his fingers to her wrist, whereupon he fell into a brooding silence.
There was nothing abnormal about Feng Xiaoxiao's body at all! Every bodily function was perfectly normal — and yet it lacked a trace of vitality! This astonished Wei Zhao.
Vitality was a strange thing. Examined according to modern medicine, no such thing as vitality existed; as long as the internal organs showed no problem, that meant the person was fine.
But Wei Zhao could sense the vitality of every person. The vitality of one who had never cultivated was weaker than that of one who had. For instance, a Yellow-rank expert's vitality was stronger than an ordinary person's; a Mystic-rank expert's stronger still than a Yellow-rank's.
And this vitality, in Jiao Yazi's words, was a kind of energy! It was precisely by the abundance or scarcity of this energy that Wei Zhao judged a person's level of strength.
"Elder Jiao, what is going on here?" Under Old Man Wei's tutelage, Wei Zhao counted as a miraculous physician — yet never had he seen such a bizarre condition as Feng Xiaoxiao's!
"I don't know." It was the first time Jiao Yazi had been unable to answer one of Wei Zhao's questions. "But a weak body means weak energy as well."
"..." Wei Zhao was getting anxious. Feng Xiaoxiao could not just lie there on the floor forever. He scooped her up in his arms, but his mind was elsewhere, and he paid no attention to where his hand landed. His right hand closed around something soft...
"Gah?" Wei Zhao froze, then realized what he had just grabbed... that was a girl's breast.
Wei Zhao's heart lurched, and he nearly flung Feng Xiaoxiao out of his arms. He had touched Shen Yushu there before, but always through her clothes — that did not really count as direct contact.
All this time, Wei Zhao had assumed the first girl he would ever touch like that would be Tang Zhi. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined it would be Feng Xiaoxiao.
Wei Zhao was usually a picture of composure, but right now he could not compose himself at all; his heart was pounding out of his chest. He did not like Feng Xiaoxiao, not romantically, but his reaction in this moment had nothing to do with romance.
He wanted to let go, and yet he could not quite bring himself to... The arms holding Feng Xiaoxiao were trembling. In his agitation he turned, and his arm scraped against the strike plate of the bathroom door, gashing it open. Blood welled and ran down...
The sting of pain snapped Wei Zhao back to his senses! Feng Xiaoxiao's life hung in the balance, and here he was woolgathering?