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

"Don't you know when the young lady left? Then why are you still standing here? Go find her!"

Qin Ruhai shouted anxiously at the people kneeling on the ground in front of him, "Cough cough cough... cough cough..." His fist was against his chest, hitting it continuously.

"father"

Qin Ruhai looked up anxiously. At this moment, Qin Nianqing was standing under the blossoming tree. The wind lifted her skirt, and her delicate facial features had grown like bright peach blossoms as she grew older.

Qin Ruhai subconsciously opened his arms.

Qin Nianqing lowered his head, his thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and the few thin shadows he cast were filled with a hint of quiet melancholy.

She smiled, a curve at the corner of her mouth, and a shimmering light in her eyes.

"Dad, I am willing to enter the palace."

"I am willing to avenge my mother."

Qin Ruhai's outstretched arms froze there. He looked at her smile, feeling indescribable bitterness in his heart. He wanted to say to her with a smile, "Daddy was just joking. Ah Qing, don't get married. Just stay with daddy for the rest of your life."

But his hands gradually dropped, he took a deep breath, and stared at the person in front of him.

"it is good"

Qin Nianqing smiled indifferently, knelt down on the spot, and kowtowed three times to the man in front of him.

Qin Ruhai stepped forward and tried to pull up the person in front of him. Qin Nianqing raised her palm-sized face and looked up at him, a tear sliding down her face.

"I will repay my father for raising me, and I will also repay my mother for giving birth to me, but once this matter is over, Qin Nianqing will only be Qin Nianqing from now on. She has nothing to do with Qin Ruhai or Qiu Lianyi."

"It has nothing to do with...the Qin family."

She wiped the tears from her face, stood up, avoided Qin Ruhai's hand, and walked into the house step by step.

Qin Ruhai lowered his head, looked at his hands, and closed his eyes tightly.

Is he wrong...

……

"Did you see it?" Ling Junfei pulled Lu Yan's hand and asked nervously.

Lu Yan comforted Mother Lu, "I saw it, it seems nothing is wrong."

Ling Junfei nodded and said a few words of good, "Then...did she say anything..."

Ling Junfei stared at the hand she was holding, as if possessed by a demon. "It's normal for her to be unwilling. She shouldn't take this risk. She's never even met her mother, so how could she have any feelings for her... It's a good thing she doesn't want to. If she doesn't want to, I'll find a child who looks like her..."

Lu Yan broke free from her hand and held her hand instead. The burning sensation in his palm brought Ling Junfei back to her senses.

Her eyes turned to his face.

"Mom, Xiaoqing has grown up, she will make the choice she wants. Besides, there may be two people in the world who look alike, but it's impossible to find them in such a short time. Even if they can be found, that's another matter, but the other person may not be willing to be together."

Ling Junfei's eyes froze as she muttered, "She definitely doesn't want to see this."

She covered her face, and the woman who had been strong for half her life choked up.

Lu Yan hugged her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and patted her back gently with his palm.

"I will go to the palace soon and help Xiaoqing escape if necessary. Don't worry, mother."

Mother Lu looked at him with red eyes, "Yan'er, why do you want to go too? Are you also included in Qin Ruhai's plan?"

Ling Junfei grabbed the whip at her waist and was about to rush out. Lu Yan hurriedly pulled her back, "No! Mom, Mom, it has nothing to do with Uncle Qin. This is our plan."

"Tell me the truth, what have you been doing all these years? How did you end up being involved in the imperial court?"

Ling Junfei grabbed Lu Yan's hand and said nervously.

But he patted her hand and comforted her, "The path that my parents have walked, my son can also walk. Now that I have grown up, I have my own path."

If the mind is not dead, the Tao will not be born; if desire is not extinguished, the Tao will not exist; if the mind is not bitter, the ambition will not be open; if the body is not suffering, the fortune will not be great; without destruction, there will be no construction; it is a metaphor for rebirth, like the phoenix nirvana, living towards death.