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

On the vast snowfield, two horses galloped past like the wind. Their hooves stepped on the snow, and the flying snow was like white waves, rising up in pieces.

The riders on horseback all held the reins tightly, leaned forward, and became one with the horses.

They felt the whistling of the wind and the thrill of speed, and their shouts, each one louder than the last, came out from the bottom of their lungs.

"Oh~ It feels so good—"

"Jun Yunchu! Jun Er, you lunatic! Stop it right now!"

"Brother Yunchu, please pay attention to Brother Baiyuan, he's about to slip away!"

Jun Yunchu smiled heartlessly, completely unaware of how the person in front of him was scolding him.

Qu Boyuan gripped the saddle tightly with both hands, his temples throbbing as if they were about to explode.

He couldn't help but raise his fist and hit the thigh of the man behind him. Jun Yunchu screamed, and the horse was frightened and raised its front hooves high.

Lu Yan's eyes widened as he nervously shouted, "Come back! There seems to be an avalanche ahead!"

He watched the two men driving farther and farther away, and Lu Yan didn't care about the other riders and rushed in.

Qu Boyuan felt as if there was some slight vibration under his body. When he turned his head to tell him, he saw Jun Yunchu's frightened eyes.

"Jumping horse, quick!"

Lu Yan, who rushed over, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that they had jumped off their horses and rolled to the side.

The situation is changing, so we need to leave quickly.

He ran to their side and was about to pull them up when he saw another piece of snow and rock coming towards them.

He drew his sword, leaped up in front of them, and slashed forward with all his might.

The snow exploded like fragments, and the two people lying on the ground seemed to have stopped breathing.

Lu Yan kept turning his wrists, using sword flowers to resist the sword snow, "Keep running back, don't stop, run back to the original way!"

The two of them supported each other and ran backwards, turning their heads to see the red figure gradually being covered by white.

Jun Yunchu kept turning his head and saw the figure getting smaller and smaller. Finally, he stopped and made up his mind to run back.

His sleeve collar was grabbed and he shook it off with all his strength.

"What good will it do you to go back now except to cause trouble for him?"

An angry roar made Jun Yunchu turn around and look at Qu Boyuan who was hanging his head. "The most urgent thing is that we should go back and find someone to rescue him."

Qu Boyuan's heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest. He looked up at Jun Yunchu, whose eyes were red.

"It's too late, too late..." Jun Yunchu turned his head and saw that the back was completely covered by the snow-white haze. He could no longer see the situation inside. He grabbed Qu Boyuan's sleeve.

"Qu Boyuan, go back and I'll go find him."

It was clearly a cold winter day, but beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads and even the tips of the noses of both of them.

"He saved us. I, Jun Yunchu, haven't made any great contributions in my life, nor am I a particularly good person, but I do know the importance of repaying a favor."

He used his hands to pry open Qu Boyuan's clamped wrists, "I have to go back to find him. How can I let him die there alone?"

Seeing his fingers being pried apart one by one and seeing the man preparing to run away, Qu Boyuan blurted out anxiously, "Is a person you just met worth sacrificing your life for?"

Jun Yunchu stopped, turned his head to look at the man's disheveled appearance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Bai Yuan, the Master once taught us the way of a gentleman. A gentleman is concerned with righteousness, while a villain is concerned with profit."

"Compared to him, what we have always insisted on..."

"Like a joke."

It was like being pierced by a sword from my youth, and after going around in circles, I finally returned to the school.

The Master's earnest teachings were exchanged for the betrayal of his fellow students, the gentleman's study of propriety could not win him a place on the imperial list, a blue shirt could not compare to a red one, and morality could not compare to a mediocre reputation.

The world is like this, what else can we do?

Qu Boyuan's steps were shaky, leaving footprints in the snow as he left.

He gritted his teeth and kept running forward. The bones and blood supporting his body seemed to have turned into snow, but he still held on.

When he finally saw the crowd, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Save...them."

The drowsy Qu Boyuan fell down and landed in someone's arms.

There was a chaotic noise in his ears, but the moment he closed his eyes, his heart became calm.

He seemed to be walking in a field of snow, walking and walking.

There were many people on the road, each of whom told him how to walk, the need for perseverance, faith, virtue, and self-cultivation...

But when he actually left, he found that everything was different.

Don't distinguish between right and wrong, don't distinguish between right and wrong, follow the words of man rather than the will of heaven, know the truth and judge the dumb...

What is right and what is wrong.

He couldn't see through it, or perhaps he saw through it, but his family's expectations, his friend's promotion, and the ideals he upheld were constantly disintegrating and weakening.

He was being influenced subtly, turning a deaf and dumb, and enjoying the filth while being powerless to do anything about it.

It is a worldly matter and a fact.