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

His pupils trembled slightly, and his thin lips trembled. "It's not a punishment from heaven, it's not a punishment from heaven... Master said so." He shook his head, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes, "Why..."

"Why did I lose all my martial arts skills? Why...why..."

Song He laughed out loud, "You don't know?! You don't know... Hahaha." He stared into his eyes with sadness in his eyes, "Then do you know whose eyes you have?"

"Isn't it... mine..." His heart almost jumped into his throat.

The two looked at each other, and the grip on their collars became tighter and tighter. Nanxing almost had the answer in his mind.

Song He took a deep breath and loosened his hand from his collar. He was not surprised to hear his words, as if he had known it for a long time, but... he still wanted to confirm it.

He glanced at him quietly, lowered his eyes and spoke calmly, his voice slightly hoarse with a hint of fatigue.

"It's yours. Live well."

He turned around, his back bent uncontrollably, and the person behind him grabbed his sleeve.

His tone was hurried and he spoke without thinking. "Why are you asking me whose eyes belong to me? Why did Master lose all his martial arts skills? He's so powerful, who can hurt him?"

Song He bit his back teeth hard, waved his hand away impatiently, closed his eyes, and his thick, straight eyelashes trembled constantly.

"Didn't the court announce it? He's sick from overwork. No matter how powerful Lu Yan is, he's just a mortal. He can get tired, feel pain, and die."

"You all think too highly of him."

They all thought too highly of him.

Now it was Nanxing's turn to grab his collar, her eyes red and her fingertips white with force.

"Can you...explain yourself clearly?" He gritted his teeth, almost letting out each word one by one.

Song He lowered his head and looked at him expressionlessly, then a suggestive smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. He pried open his fingers one by one and pushed the person in front of him away.

"Hasn't your master written many letters to you over the years? Just believe him."

The initial hysteria was gone, and the mockery in his eyes was now masked beneath his calm face. His lips kept moving, as if he was talking to the other person or to himself, "...Just trust him."

Nan Xing thought of something, his face suddenly turned as pale as window paper, and his eyes became empty.

"The eyes...are they his?"

"So this is the risk he was talking about."

Song He didn't want to look at him anymore. He turned his back again after looking away. "I've been through a lot in the past few years and have been talking nonsense for years. You should believe your master, not me."

"Live well with your faith."

His figure gradually disappeared, and Nanxing ran back to the front of the hall in a daze. Suddenly, he went crazy and drove out all the people in front of the hall.

He huddled at the feet of the statue, shook his head several times, but still couldn't get rid of the panic in his heart. He raised his face, and the admiration in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"Master, Ah Xing only believes you and doesn't believe what others say." But he hugged his knees and cried uncontrollably, "Ah Xing can't see...it really doesn't matter."

"If the risk is this, how can I let you come... I really would rather be blind for the rest of my life."

……

It took him three years to find the way, but only three days to return to his grave.

He sat on the ground in front of him. The surroundings were cleaned up and there were flowers and wine.

He poured him a glass and one for himself.

"I'm crazy enough. I'm not crazy anymore."

"That's it. You just want him to live well, so let it be."

He drank can after can, throwing the bottles everywhere. He looked dazed, his eyes blurred and he couldn't focus, but he smiled gently at the grave, "Xiao Jinan, don't be angry."

He wanted to grab the red robe, but he stumbled and fell to the ground.

The moment I closed my eyes, I seemed to see again the pair of clean and bright eyes on the young face of that person who had been completely deceived.

"He does his evil, and I do my good."

"I will not give up on others when doing my own thing. I believe that justice will prevail."

“There must be justice in the world. If not, then we will make our own justice.”