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

Far away from the border of Johto, this peaceful place is surrounded by mountains and rivers.

The stream gurgles, and the big locust tree still stands there, casting spots of light onto the ground through the gaps between the leaves.

Apricot blossoms blow in the rain, and new leaves sway.

A gentle breeze, tinged with drizzle, blew past the young man who rode to the border every day to gaze into the distance, blew past the sword tassel covered by the falling petals in the vast courtyard, blew past the newly opened flower buds in front of the tomb, and blew past every ordinary person...

The birds are chirping on the branches and the children are singing loudly in the school.

With the implementation of the new law, local governments will establish school systems and subsidy policies. All children aged six to twelve, regardless of gender, must enroll in local schools. Those with excellent academic performance can continue their studies through financial aid, and then talents will be selected through the five major mechanisms of business, law, criminal justice, science, and agriculture.

In recent years, the imperial court has gradually been divided into two parts: the local council and the central administration. The emperor can control both parts, but the power of the three parts is mutually restricted.

Song Che reported to Li Minxuan the recent statistics from the local administration office - the continuous expansion of the surge of "theologians" has affected the lives of some people.

"What did the Central Management Office say?"

"There are different opinions, and everyone is waiting for Ah Yan to give the final conclusion."

"So what did he say?"

Song Che didn't say anything. Li Minxuan paused with the pen in his hand and looked up at him, "...You haven't come back yet?"

"Maybe...something went wrong along the way."

Li Minxuan pinched his brows, "Mistake? What mistake? With his skills, who can make a mistake?"

"He was the one who had to do the work, but he was the one who ran away. Now there are a lot of troubles waiting to be dealt with. He said he was going to look for his apprentice, but it's been over three months and there's still no news. If you didn't know, you would think he just quit and left."

"His Majesty!"

Li Minxuan's tone became more and more intense. When he heard Song Che's voice, his rationality gradually returned and he realized what he had said.

"Your Majesty, Ah Yan gave clear instructions to his subordinates before he left. Whether he's here or not, there will be people to handle the situation. As for the matter of the 'theologian', it's just a sign for now. Your Majesty can make the final decision."

"Your Majesty... that's a bit too extreme."

Li Minxuan picked up the brush awkwardly, and the ink drop that accidentally dripped onto the rice paper quickly spread to a larger area.

"I'm just... worried..."

"Your Majesty, the lotus seed soup is ready..."

Su Zian felt this strange atmosphere when he pushed the door open.

Song Che glanced at Su Zian who had just walked in, then glanced at the emperor in front of him, then stepped back to the side. Before turning around and leaving, he couldn't help but pause, "Your Majesty, Lu Yan is not that kind of person."

"We are all gathered together, working towards a common goal. Since coming together is fate, trust is the most basic requirement between partners."

He had always heard Lu Yan say this in the past few years. Song Che sighed deeply. If it were in the past, he would naturally not say such words. It seemed that he had been infected by him in the past few years.

People have feelings. Even the coldest heart will warm up if it is kept warm for a long time.

This group of people all knew in their hearts that they were different from him. His soul was always free and was not bound or attached to anyone.

He is kind to everyone because he is a good person, not just to one person.

People like him will always be liked by many people no matter where they go.

But at some moment or over time, they always fantasized that this person would belong to them. Song Che walked out of the hall.

His fingertips were curled on the table, and Li Minxuan's tongue tip was against his palate. He naturally knew that Lu Yan was not that kind of person.

Because what he was worried about... was not whether he would give up this world.

……

On the other side, Lu Yan sneezed.

"Master, have you caught a cold?"

The young man was wearing an ancient black sacrificial robe, and the long sleeves were embroidered with dense and incomprehensible curses, which added a sense of mystery and oppression to his appearance.

But at this moment, he was nervously pulling Lu Yan's sleeve, worried about the person in front of him like a child.

Lu Yan originally wanted to say that it was okay and that someone must have said something bad about him, but he ended up coughing and spitting out blood on his hand.

Now that the person is standing right in front of him, even if he can't see him, there are both witnesses and evidence, so even if Lu Yan wants to retract his hand, he can't fool people.

Nan Xing's hand, which was holding his arm, kept shaking. She buried her face in the man's palm and smelled the strong smell of copper rust. She suppressed the nausea in her stomach and moved closer to him.

"It's a punishment from heaven."

His entire body was trembling slightly, "Master...it's a punishment from heaven."

Lu Yan quickly wiped the blood from his palms and mouth with a handkerchief, hugged Nan Xing's trembling body tightly, and patiently comforted the person in front of him.

"It's okay, Xiaoxing, don't be afraid, Master is fine."

"Master just has a sore throat lately. Just spit out some dirty blood and it will be fine."

He patted his back gently, then suddenly supported his shoulders and looked at him seriously. Nanxing couldn't see, so she couldn't see the sadness in his eyes.

"Look at you, you got so excited that the bandage on your eye started bleeding again."

"I'm going to apply medicine on you, don't move."

Nan Xing grabbed his wrist and refused to let him go. Lu Yan lowered his head and laughed, but did not struggle to get rid of him.

"Then hold on to me and I'll take you to get the medicine."

Lu Yan familiarly led his men to pay attention to the road under their feet, and took out the medicine box prepared on the side with ease.

Even though Lu Yan had changed Nan Xing's medicine more than once, his hands still trembled every time he did so.

The boy was very well-behaved and sat on the stool. In order not to hinder Lu Yan from applying the medicine, he stopped holding his wrist and instead held the corner of his clothes.

On the handsome face of the young man, there were two empty eye sockets with no pupils. They had been dug out alive, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes due to the irritation of his body.

Lu Yan wrung out the towel and helped him wipe it clean bit by bit. Nan Xing felt his fingertips trembling slightly, so she held his hand and lowered her head.

"Isn't it ugly? My master always coaxes me, how can it not be scary?" The young man pulled the corners of his mouth, and his whole body seemed to be deflated. He must have accepted his fate.

Lu Yan hugged him, his heart felt like it was being gripped by a big hand, and he was shaking with pain, but he still patted his back and comforted him with a choked voice.

"Not ugly... Xiaoxing is not ugly." He stroked the boy's face and gently tucked the hair behind his ear. "Our Nanxing is the most handsome man. Anyone who dares to say you are ugly must be blind."

Nan Xing felt the warmth of that man's palm, and a smile appeared on her lips. "Master, don't lie to me. Ah Xing is really blind."

There was a gloom in Lu Yan's eyes and his face was pale. He looked at the handsome young man in front of him, pulled him up and straightened his clothes.

"Master will not lie to you. Master will dig out their eyes and give them to you."