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

In the simple little clinic ahead, three tall and straight men were standing outside, and the people inside were howling.

"Are you really taking him with you?" Song He looked at the person in front of him.

Lu Yan pinched his brows and said, "This guy is very shameless. It's impossible to just ask him to go back obediently."

"We can only trick him into thinking he's on the same route as us and then find a way to send him back."

"I have no objection. I don't even want to go, but there's actually a fool willing to follow me." Wu Sunyang leaned against the wooden stake, holding a grass root in his mouth.

Lu Yan looked at Song He, who folded his arms and looked at him, "Then he will sit with me all the way."

Lu Yan coughed lightly against his lips, not looking at him, "Before your injury heals, if you really don't want to, then I can take him with me."

Song He tapped his forehead with a fan and said, "Alright, when have I ever refused your request?"

Hearing this, Lu Yan no longer cared about Song He hitting him on the forehead. His eyes were smiling like crescent moons, and he put his hands together and bowed to him to express his gratitude.

Song He looked at the man's smiling face and was infected by his smile, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

Wu Sunyang hummed in dissatisfaction, "Ah Yan, if you beg me, I can take that kid with me!"

Lu Yan glanced at him sideways, waved his hand vigorously, and said with a joking smile, "Uncle, please don't do it. Pei Xiao is already a dirty kid. If you two get together, I really don't know what kind of team we are."

Several people burst into laughter, leaving Wu Sunyang alone, shouting angrily, "It's not like I don't shower every day. I have a change of clothes!"

When Pei Xiao limped out, all he saw were sword shadows swirling through the air. Amidst the flashes of swords and sabers, the young man repeatedly retreated to advance, directly neutralizing his opponent's attacks. Wu Sun Yang laughed heartily, "Ah Yan, show me what you're capable of. I, your uncle, can handle it!"

Lu Yan's lips curled up, his grip on the hilt tightening. The muscles hidden beneath his sleeves tensed, and the sword in his hand seemed alive, stabbing at the opponent's vital joints with strange and swift movements. When the two blades overlapped, making a series of sharp sounds like iron rubbing against each other, the young man flipped his wrist, leaned back, and slipped behind Wu Sunyang like a ghost. After dodging, the inertia of the opponent's sword pushed forward, almost brushing against the young man's skin.

Wu Sunyang's heart tightened, and he quickly pulled the force inwards on the hilt of the sword. At this moment, the silver-white sword behind him was already against his neck.

"I lost."

Wu Sunyang's lips curled up, and he pressed his face against the man's smooth sword. He turned his face and met the pair of smiling eyes.

The boy's hair flew in the wind, and he turned his wrist holding the hilt of the sword and put the sword into the scabbard, and the sword light disappeared.

"All is fair in war. Thank you for your concession."

Song He and Pei Xiao, who were watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble, not to mention Wu Sunyang who was fighting against him.

The man's figure was reflected in Song He's eyes. "Look, do you still want to follow him, even if you will only become a burden to him?"

Pei Xiao listened to the voice and looked around to make sure there was no one around him. He pointed at himself and looked at him, "Ah, you're talking to me."

Song He waved his fan, a smile on his jade-like face. "Otherwise, is there anyone else here who is more useless than you?"

Upon hearing this, Pei Xiao's playboy spirit came up, "What's wrong with me being disabled? I am content with my disability and have no worries. At home, I have my father to protect me. When I go out, I have Lu Yan to protect me. No one can get close to me." He raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled ostentatiously.

Song He chuckled softly, raised his eyes to look at him, and said meaningfully, "If one day they are killed, what will you use to protect these people who have always protected you?"

Pei Xiao was stunned, his smile fading. Song He then whispered, "It's naturally blissful to be carefree like a child when you have someone to rely on, but you need to learn to grow up. At the very least, you need to be able to protect yourself when danger strikes and others are unable to care for you."

"At least, don't become a handle for the people you care about."

"Song He, what are you two whispering about? It's time to set off!"

Song He raised his head and smiled at Lu Yan opposite him, "I'm here." Then he lowered his eyes to look at Pei Xiao, took his wrist and said softly as they walked.

"I'm just telling you this as an elder. After all, I can see that you care about him very much."

"I care about him too, so I don't want to leave any hidden dangers around him."

Pei Xiao's gaze remained fixed on the ground and did not move away. When Lu Yan had mounted his horse and arrived in front of them, he raised his head and slowly shifted his gaze to the man's face.

The sunlight seemed to favor him, and his entire body seemed to be covered with a halo, which made him look bright and out of reach.

Pei Xiao took a deep breath, but his whole body seemed to have lost its breath. He lowered his head as if he had realized something, and murmured with lowered eyes, his expression depressed.

I understand.