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

Song He carried the person into the house, helped the boy take off his shoes and socks, and gently put him on the bed. He tucked the quilt in for the boy and then stood up.

Song He looked at the man's flushed cheeks, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. His slender fingers poked a hole in the warm face. He remembered that when this man smiled, this hole would sink.

……

As soon as the door was closed, Wu Sun Yang came over.

"You guys finished talking so quickly? I just got here."

Song He smiled and shook his head, then picked up his folding fan and fanned himself. "I didn't talk much. He got drunk as soon as he arrived. You know how much he can drink."

Hearing this, Wu Sunyang pursed his lips tightly, "Drunk? Oh, this brat is drinking behind our backs again."

"I'll go in and take care of him!"

Song He blocked the door with his folding fan. "He's already lying down, why are you going in? Hey, I told you you're such a busybody. What's wrong with Xiao Jin'an drinking? He's not a child anymore. Don't always lecture him with your elders' sermons."

Wu Sunyang pinched his brows and said, "Hey, you forgot he has a bad stomach. He's just a drunkard. No matter how many times I tell him, he just ignores me. He even had a stomachache all night last time he drank."

Song He slapped his head before he reacted and hurriedly pushed the door open with Wu Sunyang.

The person on the bed was sleeping peacefully. Except for his red face, he looked fine.

"I'll stay here with him. He might vomit again late at night and no one would know." Wu Sunyang glanced at the person on the bed, then said to Song He.

Song He waved his hand and said, "This is the Lu Mansion. There's no need for you to stay here at your age. Go back and rest quickly."

Wu Sunyang put his hands on his hips, frowning, "You're only a few years younger than me, and you're calling me old."

Song Hecai ignored him, walked to Lu Yan's bed, squatted down and touched his forehead. Why was his face still so red?

"Stop talking nonsense. Go back and rest. I'll just stay here."

Wu Sunyang tutted, not knowing who had just said that this was the Lu Mansion and there was no shortage of people to take care of it.

He watched as the man stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and looked at him. "I've opened the door for you. Goodbye."

Wu Sun Yang clicked his tongue and walked out with his hands behind his back.

"Have someone wipe him with a wet towel. Drinking alcohol will dissipate heat naturally, and you're covering him up so tightly. Aren't you afraid of getting a heat rash?"

Song He rolled his eyes and said, "You'd say that. If you catch a cold while cooling down, it won't heal in a short time."

Although Song He still walked to the other side of the house and knocked on the door, "Xiao Si'er."

Xiao Sier opened the door sleepily, and when he saw that it was Young Master Song He, he stepped forward and bowed.

"Does Mr. Song have any requests?"

Song He smiled slightly, "Ayan is drunk. Please prepare a basin of cold water and a handkerchief. If you have any honey, you can also bring some."

When Xiao Si'er heard that it was the young master's business, he immediately perked up and asked the person in front of him anxiously.

"Yes, yes, I'll go prepare it right away! Why is the young master drunk? Is there something wrong? Oh, how can I trouble Mr. Song to take care of the young master? I will just look after the young master. Mr. Song, go back and rest quickly."

After saying that, without waiting for Song He to reply, he immediately ran into the room and even tripped when he reached the threshold.

Song He subconsciously took a few steps forward, but after a few stumbles he steady himself. His hand stayed there, and Xiao Sier turned around and shyly apologized to Song He.

Song He withdrew his hand and looked at the man's clumsy appearance, with a smile on his lips. It was true that like master brings out like servants.

When Xiao Si'er was about to go in with the silver basin, Song He took it from him.

Song He was very tall, and Xiao Sier had to look up to see him.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I think if this guy gets drunk and crazy in the middle of the night, it would be better for me to guard him."

Xiao Si'er thought for a moment, holding his chin in his hands, then smiled sheepishly at the others, "Then I really can't deal with the young master, haha. I'm really sorry to trouble you, Mr. Song. If you need anything, just call Xiao Si'er in the compartment."

Then he took out a small jar of honey from his pocket, but seeing that Song He had already picked up the basin, Xiao Sier bit his lip.

Song He saw his annoyance and said, "Put it in my sleeve. I don't mind."

So Song He's big sleeves dropped down instantly, and he turned around and walked into the house with the silver basin in his hand. Xiao Si'er considerately helped Song He close the door, and before doing so he glanced at the person on the bed.

It's a bit noisy.

As soon as Song He came in, he saw the quilt kicked off on the floor. He didn't know when the person on the bed woke up. He wanted to stand up on the bed but was hit on the head. He squatted on the bed with his hands covering his forehead before he even opened his eyes.

It looks both pitiful and funny.

He placed the things in his hand on the table, and before he turned around, he felt that the man had run behind him, with two arms around him, looking for something.

"Where's my sword? Where's my sword?"

He was mumbling something incoherently. Seeing that the furry head was constantly bumping against his chest, Song He put one hand on his head and tilted it back.

Lu Yan was forced to raise his face. Ying Xu was in a dream. The man's eyelids were still tightly closed, and his bright red lips kept opening and closing, saying something unknown.

"What are you talking about? You're just mumbling."

Song He smiled helplessly. Just as he was about to bend down to listen to what he said, he was suddenly hugged by the man in front of him. His faces hit each other, but the man did not react at all. He patted his back as if to comfort him.

"Xie Yang, I'm very powerful now. You don't have to fight with them behind my back all the time. I can bully them back."

Song He's expression suddenly froze. This time he heard clearly that the person he was calling was - Xie Yang.

"I didn't lie to you. I just forgot where I put my sword. Otherwise, I would have demonstrated it to you."

The power behind him was still gently moving over and over again, just like Song He's mood.

He stared at the person in front of him so close that he could even see the hair on his face. He didn't know what mood he was in.

Who was Xie Yang? He knew if there was such a person in the alliance, and was he his childhood friend?

He picked the person up, turned around and helped the person sit on the table. After he put the person's arm back on him, less than a moment later, the person grabbed his wrist again, as if he was afraid that the person would run away.

I'm so drunk and confused, that person must be very important...

Song He lowered his eyes, looking at the hand tightly grasping his wrist. With his other hand, he silently took out the honey jar from his sleeve and poured most of it into the porcelain cup. He then picked up the kettle on the table and added water.

He held the porcelain cup to Lu Yan's lips. The man lowered his head, sniffed, and wrinkled his nose.

"It's too sweet, Xie Yang. I've told you many times not to eat so much sweet food."

Song He grabbed the lower half of his face, held his lower bones and lifted up the lower half of his face, pinched his cheeks from the outside to the inside with his index finger and thumb, and then poured water into it.

He didn't swallow all the honey water. The man coughed violently, his raised white neck trembling. The liquid slid down from his lips, flowing to the boy's protruding Adam's apple, pausing for a moment before sliding down again...

The violent cough woke the boy up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the cold-eyed person in front of him.

"Lu Yan, look carefully, who am I?"