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

"The boundless horizon is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills~"

"You are my little apple, I can never love you enough.

The rosy little face warms my heart and lights up the fire of my life~"

Let's give Lu Kuangye a microphone: the scene is very passionate, the limbs are very stiff, and the expression is very objective.

Want to know what a dead person’s expression looks like? — “Parkinson’s” version of Lu Kuangye’s smile.

Lu Jinan's neck was pinched by the person behind him, and his face turned red, but he still looked happy and calmly followed the "sisters" in front of him to dance with uncoordinated limbs.

Lu Kuangye gritted his teeth and said, "You have good physical strength, uncle."

Lu Jinan curled the corners of his lips, a thin layer of sweat on his face, "Mutually the same."

"I won't give up." He spoke each word with emphasis.

Lu Jinan nodded, stretched out his arms, then tilted his head and looked at him, "Reminder, hold on tight, or you might lose..."

"Don't come crying to me later."

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Is Lu Jinan the kind of person who bullies children like you?!"

"Lu Jinan, you childish bastard! Stop it now!"

"Did you listen to me? How can you be an uncle like that?"

"If you don't stop, I'll find your sister and scold you to death!"

"I can't take it anymore, uncle, ancestor, brother, Lord, I really can't take it anymore!!"

"I lost. Ancestor. Is it okay to lose?"

Lu Kuangye, who had been cursing all the way, now collapsed into a piece of soft flesh on Lu Jinan's back. Now, Lu Jinan, carrying the lifeless soft flesh on his back, slowly walked towards the real way home.

Brat

I still want to fight him

Tu

Finally back home.

He turned on the light, changed his shoes, threw the person on his back onto the sofa, and then watched the entire sofa sink.

No wonder he was so quiet along the way, it turned out he was asleep.

Lu Jinan unbuttoned his cufflinks and rolled them up his forearms. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then walked to the living room counter and took out the medicine box.

The person on the sofa was breathing steadily, his chest rising and falling gently, but his brows were still furrowed in his sleep, as if he was impatient even in his dream.

Lu Kuangye was halfway through his sleep when he was suddenly pulled back to consciousness by pain. A stinging sensation like a needle pierced his arm, burning with pain. He tried to pull back, but his wrist was restrained, unable to move at all. The furrow between his brows deepened as he struggled to open his heavy eyelids.

In the dim light and shadow, the man's soft long hair hung on the side of his face. His expression was calm, no longer as he had just been playing around with him. His clear eyes were staring at his wound seriously, and he was blowing air gently.

It felt like a small feather was gently brushing against the wound, and Lu Kuangye breathed a sigh of relief.

"We have Yunnan Baiyao here, and we also have ointment for injuries. I think you twisted your foot, too."

"Try not to let the wound get wet. I'll bandage it for you later. Remember to be careful not to get it wet when you take a shower."

"I just ordered takeout, it should be here soon. I'll take a shower later. Remember to answer the door when the doorbell rings."

After hearing all the instructions, Lu Jinan was about to get up, but his palm was suddenly grabbed by someone behind him. Lu Jinan looked back and saw the child covering his face with the back of his hands, and his voice was low, as if he had just woken up and was hoarse.

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"If it's about that house, I advise you to give up on it."

Lu Jinan felt the fingertips in his palm, like they were letting out air, digging into his flesh with force, nails attached. He hadn't felt any pain yet, but the person picking at him seemed to think they were using too much force, and as if unaware, they unintentionally eased off a little at a time, then used their bent knuckles to grind against the area they had just scratched, as if to cover up for their recent misdeeds.

"I am your family, and I should treat you well."

"Now, your uncle just wants to watch you grow up for them. When you see your mother in the future, you can proudly tell her that Lu Kuangye is a very capable child. He eats like a cow every day and is in good health."

Lu Kuangye couldn't help laughing when his sobbing voice was interrupted by him.

A fist was swung over, but Lu Jinan was afraid that he couldn't hit him because he covered his eyes, so he moved closer to him.

"Ah, it hurts."

"If I dream of your mother tonight, I'll definitely complain to her about how her good son bullied her poor brother."

Lu Kuangye looked at the man's hypocritical behavior through his fingers, and the curve on his lips could not be lowered. He threw a few more punches, but they were light and fluttery, like hitting cotton, without any strength.

"I have to hit you a few more times to make you act more pitiful. This will also help prove my bully status in front of my mother."

Lu Jinan paused with his pout, then bent his hand and knocked on the forehead of the person lying in front of him, raising his eyebrows and smiling, "What a little bastard!"

Lu Kuangye let go of his hand, half-drooped his eyelids with slightly red outer circles, and lazily met his gaze.

"Same here, my bastard uncle."