What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

"Why did you bring me here? It's so dirty and messy."

Pei Xiao felt his shoes were covered with mud almost as soon as he stepped on them. He held the hem of his clothes in his hands, afraid that some dirty water would get on him.

Lu Yan glanced at him contemptuously, which made the man so angry that he immediately put down his robe and took a few steps forward with his head held high.

"You'd better hold me, otherwise you'll scream if blood gets on your hands a few steps ahead." After saying that, Lu Yan walked deeper into the alley.

Pei Xiao's heart tightened when he heard this. He no longer cared about his face and quickly picked up his clothes and tied the lump in front of his waist. Seeing that Lu Yan had walked far away in a short while, he looked at the blood in front of him, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and quickly followed.

Ahead, there were the cries of a child and the meowing of a cat. Pei Xiao had already discarded his clothes and was instead tugging at Lu Yan's back. The cold wind carried a strange smell that made Pei Xiao nauseous. He pinched his nose with one hand and tugged at Lu Yan with the other.

"Hey, where are you taking me? This is such a disgusting place."

Lu Yan ignored him and walked to a wooden door that was almost about to fall down with a touch, and knocked on it lightly.

Pei Xiao covered his nose and hid behind Lu Yan, sticking half of his head out. The wooden door creaked open from the inside, and a child with ragged clothes stood there.

The child was extremely skinny, and his eyes seemed to be the biggest thing on his face, which was not even as big as a palm. His eyes were empty and his eyelids were swollen beyond recognition.

Until he saw Lu Yan in front of him, tears once again filled his eyes, which he thought were dry.

"Lu...Brother, wuwu, my mother is dead..."

Lu Yan didn't have a handkerchief, so he had to squat down and wipe him bit by bit with his sleeve.

Pei Xiao, standing behind him, was utterly shocked. His mouth was so wide open that an egg could fit in it. Was this still the fussy, mysophobic Lu Yan he knew? He took a few steps back. Could this be a fake Lu Yan in disguise?

No wonder they brought him here! They're trying to kidnap him!

They stand on the same place, but their styles seem to be separated. They cry in the front and have inner thoughts in the back.

Lu Yan stroked the child's neatly combed hair, which showed that his mother had carefully combed his hair before she died. He lowered his eyes, feeling a lump in his throat.

"Your mother just went to another place..."

The child wiped his eyes vigorously and cried out loudly, "Then why didn't you take me with you? She doesn't want me anymore, right?"

Pei Xiao saw that the child was struggling to break free and had wrinkled Lu Yan's clothes on his chest. He grabbed the clothes on the back of his neck and lifted him up, saying viciously.

"Hey, kid, can't you be a little more obedient? Why did you hit me even though I was being so nice?"

But the child was not a pushover either. He stretched out his arms vigorously, grabbed Pei Xiao's arms, and bit them hard.

"Oh my god, you're a dog!" Pei Xiao threw the man out. The child used the force to hold his body and rolled to the side before running out of the house.

Pei Xiao wanted to chase after him, but Lu Yan raised his arm to block him.

"Stop chasing him, let him calm down."

"He knows this place better than you do. He won't get lost."

Pei Xiao lifted up his wide sleeve and saw the glaring teeth marks on his arm. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I don't care if he gets lost. This is what I care about."

Lu Yan turned his head to look at him, and saw that the man was grabbing his arm with an angry look on his face.

"So you want to catch him and bite him too?"

Pei Xiao was speechless after hearing this. Who wants to bite him back? He's not a dog! Besides, his clothes are so tattered and dirty.

"He was only seven years old when his only relative passed away. The family has no savings and no relatives to help them. Now I'm afraid they don't even have the money to bury their mother."

Pei Xiao pondered for a moment, his impulsive expression disappearing. Instead, a hint of shame appeared on his face, and his tone softened. "Here, just leave some money for him."

Lu Yan looked at him, then at the body on the simple wooden bed. "Pei Xiao, do you really think a seven-year-old could protect all that money in a place where even rats are eaten as snacks?"

Pei Xiao stared at the dirt on the floor without saying anything. Lu Yan took off his outer robe and covered the mother with it.

"I ran into him on the street a few days ago. I caught him stealing someone's purse. He cried and told me to wait until his mother recovered and then take him to the government. He really had no other choice."

"Pei Jingtian, we are not the only lucky people in the world who have parents who love us and have wealth to support us. There are many people who live in hardship. They would steal to cure their mother's illness, their parents would be killed when they were born, and they would even eat grass and dirt to survive..."

In a dim room, with rustling sounds coming from the holes in the eaves, two young men of similar build stood facing each other.

There was no candlelight in the house, and the only light came from the few holes in the house. However, this house of less than 5 square meters was where the mother and son depended on each other.

He nodded his shoulder, his voice emotionless.

"So what do you think a bastard is?"

"If you didn't have innate wealth, a privileged family background, or even relatives or friends, would you be the bastard you're talking about, Pei Jingtian?"

"Aside from the things you didn't acquire through your own ability, what do you have left?"

Pei Xiao held his breath, which was neither rising nor falling in his chest. He clenched his fists tightly and then released them weakly.

"Lu Yan, do you know why I bullied you and no one else when we were little?" He raised his eyes, with endless mockery in them, and curled the corners of his mouth.

"I'm just a playboy. I can't learn anything, and I can't learn anything well. I can't compare to you in anything except being a good playboy."

He staggered back to the door. "I know you're saying this to make me see myself clearly. To see that I'm not only inferior to your noble character, but also inferior to the person I scolded."

He turned and opened the door, his back sank into the light and shadow, "I know, you all look down on me."

Just as he was about to leave, the person behind him shouted, and the departing figure stopped there.

A young man about 1.8 meters tall stood at the door with his waist bent, his fingers tightly clasped on the broken sawdust door.

Lu Yan crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "If I like you, would you like to try..."

"Can you beat me?"