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

He raised his head with one hand supporting himself on the ground. His hair was wet and dripping with water. His face and neck were also covered with water droplets.

The heavy rain was pouring down on Yun Yi, thunder was rumbling, and the door in front of her never opened.

A white shadow in the house stood in front of the window, and he stood there for as long as the people outside were kneeling.

Finally, he heard the sound of running footsteps and saw Meng Li carrying away the person who fell in the water.

The wooden door finally opened and Akabane walked out, the rain avoiding the barrier on his body.

He stood where the person had just knelt. The blood on the ground had not yet been washed away. A trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and his hand hanging by his side was slightly curled up.

"Why bother?"

This was the first day Yun Yi knew the truth. He wanted to cut off the monster's horns to prove his determination to his master.

Before the person on the bed opened his eyes, his hand touched his forehead.

"Hiss." He took a breath.

The sound of hurried footsteps and the collision of porcelain bowls rang in Lu Jinan's ears. He raised his heavy eyelids, supported himself on the bed with his elbows, and slowly sat up.

"it hurts."

Meng Li carefully helped him sit up by his arm, "Brother, where does it hurt? A Li has already bandaged your wounds."

While feeling distressed, there was also a hint of complaint in her tone, "Even if Senior Brother made Master very angry, there is no need to humiliate himself like this."

"Yes, Yun Yi, you have such a cruel hand." Lu Jinan covered his head with both hands. The cut corners were tightly connected to his scalp. Lu Jinan's voice trembled with pain, his nose sniffled, and the tears in the corners of his eyes fell into the quilt like broken water drops, making it wet.

"Ah, ah! Senior brother, please don't cry!" Meng Li didn't know where to put his hands. He paced anxiously in front of the bed. "I'll go find Master. Yes! Master knows many spells. He will definitely be able to help you."

Meng Li was so excited that he bumped into the pillar next to him. He covered his forehead with one hand and ran out without stopping for a moment.

Lu Jinan covered his face and kept wiping away the tears from his cheeks with his hands.

Why can't this body stop crying?

It's because he wants to cry!

It's a bit embarrassing. The children are laughing at me.

The boy curled up on the bed, his head buried in his palms, his shoulders shaking constantly.

This was the scene Akabane saw when he came. A tingling pain spread across his heart. He pressed the strange feeling with his hand.

Before entering the room, he raised his hand and chanted a spell, pointing at the person sitting beside the bed.

"Who are you doing this for?"

The cold words rang out in the air, and the pain in Lu Jinan's head slowly dissipated, and he raised his head.

The joyful light in his eyes stung the hearts of the two people in front of the door at the same time.

Akabane put his hands behind his back, his eyes looking a little unnatural. Was he really looking forward to me coming? Wasn't what he said just now a bit harsh?

Meng Li, who was running closely behind his master, saw his senior brother so happy. He glanced at his master and felt a pang of pain in his throat.

When Lu Jinan looked up and saw Chiyu's face, he knew in his heart that he must have successfully entered the dream.

The pain was gone, the wound healed, and he smiled at him in a good mood, "Thank you, Akabane."

"You have no respect for your elders." After saying that, the man in white waved his sleeves and left.

Meng Li pursed his lips and strode to Lu Jinan's bed to check his injuries.

He gently lifted the bloody gauze and said harshly, "Master, you've really gone too far this time. Why do you still need to criticize me after you've said so?"

Lu Jinan was a little slow to respond, "Ah, did he say anything about me?"

Meng Li's face darkened. He took the gauze to the pool outside to wash it clean, then stood in front of him and wiped away the dried blood on his forehead bit by bit.

"Brother, I will become very strong in the future, as powerful as Master. When that time comes, I will never give you any chance to hurt yourself."

The child spoke righteously. Lu Jinan looked at the cute little face pretending to be serious with some amusement and touched his furry head.

"Okay, thank you, Junior Brother."

Meng Li looked at the person under him, who was looking up at him obediently. The corners of his eyes, washed by tears, appeared particularly red, and it was more like a handful of stardust fell in his eyes. He couldn't help but reach out to touch them.

Lu Jinan was puzzled. Although he didn't understand why he was not a child, he respected his feelings.

But he may not know that the childhood of fairy children lasts for three hundred years, which is equivalent to seventeen or eighteen years old in human terms.

So... Meng Li is not as young as Lu Jinan looks.