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

Miss Xiaoman is sick and has not seen any visitors for several days.

Bai Yue looked up at the tightly closed Manyu Pavilion, then lowered her head and asked the little girl who was licking candy, "Don't we need to call a doctor?"

Xiaoqin raised her eyes, took a look, and then hid behind Qingshan.

Qingshan has been taking her out these days, buying her whatever she wants. As the child becomes dependent, she subconsciously leans towards people she is familiar with.

She hid behind the back and murmured softly: "The doctor won't treat us."

"If a doctor doesn't save people, why study medicine?" Qingshan turned his head and asked the person hiding behind him.

Xiaoqin lowered her head and was silent for a moment, then raised her face. "But even saving people is divided into different levels. He thinks our disease is dirty, so he thinks we deserve to die like this."

The elder sister who was passing by heard Xiaoqin talking and immediately covered her mouth, "Xiaoqin is still young, gentlemen, please don't pollute her ears."

"What counts as filth?"

She met that pair of glass-like eyes, and just looking at them made her feel that lying in front of such eyes was blasphemy.

"People like us are considered filthy." She pushed Xiaoqin forward, and when she looked back, she glanced at him lightly.

Why demean yourself like this?

"Qingshan, go get the doctor."

The footsteps in front paused for a moment, but then they lifted their feet and continued to go upstairs.

After a while, the doctor hurried upstairs carrying a medical box. He pushed open the door and saw Bai Yue sitting by the window drinking tea. When he was about to take a step forward, he turned his head because of the green mountains behind him.

Pointing to the beautiful woman hidden by the bed curtains on the other side, he said, "This is the patient."

Xiaoman sat at the head of the bed, her fingertips tapping the bed board. She didn't expect the doctor to really let them come over. Then she...

She glanced at the person who was drinking tea, and a smile as bright as spring flowers appeared in her eyes.

If she can be cured this time, then next time, those younger sisters will not end up like the older sisters before.

The doctor seemed to be fooled. He glanced at the person behind the bed curtain, shook his head, and was about to turn around and leave.

Qingshan grabbed the man's collar and pulled him back, "Where are you going? Go see a doctor."

He frowned slightly, and his sharp eyes were like two sharp knives, making people feel guilty. The doctor clutched his sleeves, his face was blue and pink, he could not hide his fear but could not help feeling ashamed and angry.

"I thought I came here to save your young master."

"I can't save them, so stop messing around."

The man by the window put down his tea and looked over with a smile. "The medicine is in your box, and the ability is in your hands. Why can't you save me?"

The two of them walked one after the other, and it seemed as if they couldn't hear what was going on.

"It can't be cured, it can't be cured. You look like you are from a noble family, but how can you be so shameless as to want a man to treat this disease?"

"If you want to do this business, don't be afraid of getting involved in this deadly thing." After saying this, he glanced at the figure hidden by the bed curtain with contempt.

"This is not what we deserve!" She covered her chest, her voice trembling. She tried her best to roar out her originally hoarse voice, and her heart, lungs and liver seemed to be bleeding.

"Stop him."

Qingshan just raised his leg to block his way. He stretched out his hand, and the doctor thought he was going to hit him, so he quickly covered his head and shouted, preparing to ask for help outside.

"Go and apologize to the girl."

Seeing that he had overreacted, he patted his head with a wry smile.

He sighed, "It's not that I don't want to save him, it's just that this disease is incurable, not to mention the strict rules between men and women, which will ruin his innocence."

"They are not innocent, but I cannot ignore my reputation. If I continue to save them, which innocent girl would be willing to consult me? You guys should stop messing around."

After saying that, he took the opportunity to slip out from the gap with his suitcase on his back.

Qingshan looked at Baiyue, and Baiyue looked at the person inside the bed curtains.

The red lacquered wooden window lattice let in some dusk light, which seemed to separate the white moon and the direction of the bed curtain by a boundary. It was so dim there that only a flickering candlelight remained, which was a residual image.

"I was originally a daughter of the Qingbai family, but that year during the famine, my mother put an extra egg at the bottom of my bowl, and I no longer have the identity of a Qingbai family."

Her voice was hoarse, like a broken string, and she was sobbing silently about her fate.

"Which girl here doesn't want to be a daughter of the Qingbai family? If they could choose, who wouldn't want to be a young lady waiting to be married in the Sifang Pavilion?"

"The youngest sister was called Xiaoqin. Her father swaddled her from birth and gave her away for five strings of copper coins. Others who were a year or two older were either sold at a low price by their families or had nowhere else to go on their own."

"This world is incredibly harsh on women. From the moment they're born, they're abandoned as worthless goods. From the moment they're born, their price is clearly marked and they're sold for silver. Virtue and purity are emphasized, and chastity is like a woman's lifeblood. But those who can't control their chastity are either called beasts or prodigals."

why?

He said that people are not all the same.

Yes, we are all human beings, why can't we be the same?

She hated them, but without them, could these abandoned people really survive?

She hated her identity, but because of it, she managed to survive for a few more years.

She was speechless at this moment, lying quietly on the bed, her long eyes slowly closing, the fishy and sweet taste in her throat already overflowing to her lips.

However, the scene when she was brought here emerged in her mind. The sisters in front of her always stroked her face and praised her good complexion and soft figure.

"They will definitely live better than us."

"Go on living, little girl."

"No matter what, just survive first."

They always stroked her head with a smile and a pair of sad eyes. They were so beautiful, good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, observing people's words and expressions, and reciting poems and composing couplets. Xiaoman felt that if they were compared with Young Master Bai Yue, they would be comparable.

They closed their eyes so quickly, she hadn't even begun to learn anything from them...

The fire in the wax seemed to have burned to the bottom, but no one was adding fuel.

"She's dead."

Qingshan's tone was indifferent, as if he was saying that the weather had changed.

Bai Yue walked to the bed curtain and looked at the black air still lingering on the person's forehead. Her furrowed brows seemed to show some compassion. She touched the pistil on her forehead with her fingertips, and a pure lotus emerged in the void. Then the petals fell, leaving only a crystal bead curtain outside the window.

When the last wisp of black smoke was about to be swallowed by the bright white breath, he lowered his head and touched the small mole under the woman's eye.

He withdrew his hand, "The resentment lingers, and the wish remains unfulfilled."

"I will grant you one wish."

Qingshan followed his gaze, looked at the person on the bed, and slowly sat up from the woman's body.

All things have spirits, and even resentment can bring spirits to life.

The face was exactly the same as the one lying on the bed, but the difference was that it was emitting a dark aura, which was disgusting.

"The spiritual energy from your body just burned me so much."

Bai Yue reached out and pulled Yuan Xi down from the bed. She lowered her head and asked gently, "Does it happen again now?"

Yuan Xi looked at her hand that was being held, shook it off in disgust, stepped onto the bed, and looked down at the two people below.

"If you want to kill me or chop me up, do it quickly. Don't be disgusting here!"

A crossbow appeared in Qingshan's hand. When he was about to raise his hand, Baiyue grabbed it. Qingshan was puzzled.

Bai Yue raised her arm and pulled the person off the bed, "Don't step on her."

"Why are you pretending to be affectionate here? Could it be that you like her?"

A red mark was left on its forehead by a slap, and when it was so angry that its black energy surged again, Bai Yue hit it down with a palm that was filled with spiritual energy.

The resentment from being beaten turned into a sharp blade, constantly cutting into his palm. Bai Yue looked at the blood constantly flowing out of his hand, and it felt like being gently pricked by a small thorn. He took out a handkerchief from his bosom, wiped it clean, and the wound disappeared without a trace.

The resentment grew exasperated and transformed into a slender triangular python, tightly wrapping around his neck. The sharp fangs in its bloody mouth pressed against the transparent skin like white porcelain.

Just a small bite can chew it into pieces.

"Be quiet. If your resentment gets any louder, I won't be able to protect you."

He covered its head with the blood he had just wiped with the handkerchief, and then the bloody handkerchief turned into a barrier that enveloped the entire black snake, and finally left a circle of marks on its tail.

Qingshan watched Bai Yue's actions, his brows furrowed tightly, "Bai Yue, a vengeful spirit cannot be a god's pet."

"You actually treat me as a pet!"

Bai Yue pulled the snake off his neck and wrapped it around his arm. When his eyes met those two little beady eyes, Bai Yue couldn't help but smile. Then he pursed his lips and said to Qingshan, "I put the mark down because I'm afraid its aura will leak out and the Heavenly Dao will notice it."

"You want to take it away?"

The fangs dug into his wrist, and he nodded at Aoyama, then simply bent his index finger and flicked its head.

"Don't smoke too much, it's not good for you."

"why."

Qingshan didn't understand why it would take so much effort to dispel a spirit that was just formed by resentment.

"Because," Bai Yue looked at the lifeless woman on the bed, then looked down at the snake on her wrist with a mouth full of blood.

"I feel... I did something wrong."

Maybe... he shouldn't have stood idly by when she was beaten by those people.

This way, perhaps she could live a little longer.

Although her fate was already determined, she would die in the next few days regardless of his intervention. Her resentment was greater than that of the other girls present at the time, which was why Bai Yue stayed by her side for so many days.

But now that he saw the person dead, how could he put it? He felt that her resentment seemed to include his own.