After passing the pool, the Express Crew members split up and wandered around the enormous luxury airship.
At a corner of the outer corridor.
Silvermane, who had just boarded the airship, spotted a familiar figure and hurriedly greeted him:
"Never expected to run into you here, my dear friend."
Yan Huan wore a blue Doraemon mascot head and slowly turned around.
"You've heard of my story?"
"Of course." Silvermane smiled faintly.
"Even with that headpiece full of exotic charm, your elegant yet understated aura constantly reminds me that you are that distinguished person."
Hearing this, Yan Huan slowly looked at Silvermane, gently swirling the goblet full of orange juice in his hand as though it contained red wine.
"Looks like you need something from me."
"Go on. What is it?"
Silvermane smiled mildly and said with some distress:
"I seem to have fallen ill recently. My head has been hurting slightly all the time. Perhaps I caught a chill."
"By coincidence, I heard that Madam Ciyu here can grant any wish, so I came to try my luck."
"My friend, do you know where she is now?"
"Heh heh." Yan Huan's wicked laugh came from inside the blue mascot head.
"Fellow countryman, you came to the right person."
Yan Huan said solemnly:
"I've specialized in treating headaches for five hundred years, and I've never had a mishap."
"No matter what kind of headache it is, I have experience treating it."
"Really?" Silvermane raised a brow.
"It's not that I don't trust you, but if you can treat any kind of headache, have you also treated the kind of headache caused by running into troublesome matters?"
"Of course."
Yan Huan clasped his hands behind his back and smiled faintly.
"Headaches from being bothered by bratty kids, headaches from difficult homework, headaches