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

"Stop kneeling, or I'll kneel down for you too." Lu Yan pulled them up from the ground one by one with tears in his eyes. He could vaguely guess what they were doing based on what they said, but he didn't do anything, so how could he accept their gifts for no reason.

The old woman, known as Mrs. Wu, took him by the hand, pulled him aside, and asked kindly, "My son, your father's name is Lu Shizhang."

Lu Yan nodded, and thinking that the old lady might not be able to see, he spoke again, "Yes, grandma is an old lady from the original Lu family."

Mrs. Wu's eyes were hazy, and her dry lips kept moving. She covered the back of his hand and patted it gently. The young master was smart and powerful, just like the young master.

"I, Grandma, was the Lu family's wet nurse. I can be said to have watched the young master grow up. I accompanied the old lady to forge this iron cross sword for the young master as a birthday gift! The young master has been obsessed with swordsmanship since he was young. Even after he came of age, he never took off this pendant. He always told me and the old lady that he had a connection with this pendant and that he wanted to pass it down as a family heirloom for generations to come."

The old woman kept crying, and Lu Yan gently used his sleeve to wipe the tears that had dripped down her chin.

She wiped the tears from her face with her hands and said with a smile, "Look at me, I'm old now and tears keep falling when I think about the past. Grandma, I don't even know the young master's name!"

Lu Yan knelt on one knee before the elder in front of him, and bowed with both hands, "My young grandson Lu Yan, whose courtesy name is Jin'an, is here to pay his respects to Grandmother Wu."

Mrs. Wu panicked immediately, and the child in her arms started crying. She quickly lifted Lu Yan's arm and said, "Hurry up, hurry up! How can I be considered the young master's grandmother?" She didn't care about her real grandson in her arms. Not only did she not coax him, she patted him a few times, then lowered her head and seriously discussed with the child in the cradle, "I'm talking to the young master. Be good and don't cry!"

Lu Yan couldn't help but laugh, but he controlled himself. "Since Grandma is Dad's wet nurse and has watched him grow up, it's too much for me to call her grandma."

Mrs. Wu pulled Lu Yan's hand embarrassedly and said, "I'm sorry, young master, the child is still young."

"It's okay, it's normal for children to cry."

Mrs. Wu looked up at him. Even though she could only see a little light and shadow, she was still very satisfied. "The young master is called Lu Yan. What a nice name. Once a word is spoken, it cannot be taken back. It's a very good name!"

"The name sounds nice too. It should be Jin'an, right? Jin'an Jin'an, peace and prosperity in this life, everything goes as planned. But it doesn't sound like the style of naming that Shi Zhang's child would do, haha..."

A smile appeared on Lu Yan's lips. Finally, besides him and his mother, there was someone else who complained about his father's naming.

"My father is not talented, and my grandson's name was given by my mother."

Mrs. Wu nodded as if she had expected this. "Shi Zhang is indeed not very good at naming his child. It's only right for Madam to be firm."

The person on the other side, while not entirely clear on the Lu family's conception, was familiar with Wu Pozi and the kneeling acquaintances. Seeing them so confidently assure her that the young man was definitely not from the imperial court, she breathed a sigh of relief and continued speaking to Song He.

"Mrs. Wu was a capable woman when she was young. Although she was not very good at farm work, she was able to teach the children in the village to read and write. She was also able to do abacus work and manage the people in the village restaurants, teahouses and taverns in an orderly manner.

Her fate wasn't particularly good. She married a consumptive husband and was widowed early. Raising three children alone was a difficult task, and everyone helped out. Her eldest and second sons were both intelligent and capable, but her youngest son was tragically abducted by human traffickers while on his way to market. She searched for him for years, but to no avail, and this incident etched a deep obsession in Mrs. Wu's heart.

Now that I'm old, my mind often becomes foggy. Sometimes, when I sit in my yard and see children from the village running by, I hug them and cry for my son Zhier. He also had a miserable life. His eldest son was ambitious. When he grew up, he went out to do business and never returned. He did send some money back occasionally.

As for the second son, he was also drafted into the army a few days ago, just like the other young men in the village. There has been no news of him since then. His wife was a strong woman. After giving birth to a child, she left it to him and went out to look for her husband.

That's all I know about her. As for her status before she came to our village, we don't care. After all, we all live together on the same land, and everyone can feel what kind of person she is. She doesn't want to talk about her past, and we don't force her.

Song He touched his chin, thinking about something, while Wu Sunyang and Pei Xiao squatted beside him, and almost scared Song He when they kicked him.

"Do you understand? If you do, explain it to us! I saw Ah Yan crying and kneeling over there, so we didn't dare to go over and disturb them."

Wu Sunyang, holding a piece of grass from nowhere in his mouth, stood up, patted his robe, and looked at Song He at eye level.

Pei Xiao also stood up along with Wu Sunyang and nodded in agreement.

Wu Sunyang smiled and patted Pei Xiao on the shoulder.

Good thing he wasn't the only one with a brain problem.

Suddenly I felt that Pei Xiao and I actually got along quite well!