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

The spring breeze in February blows on the willows, and the leaves are scattered all over the ground.

God spread seven colors on the earth, the lake was shimmering, and the fish scales were mottled, while the road was busy with cars and people.

People were coming and going from shops in the streets, people were clapping their hands in the teahouses listening to opera, and children, holding lanterns, were chasing and playing, their laughter like silver bells, moving among the people.

Suddenly, there was a burst of rapid horse hoof sounds coming from far away, and suddenly the crowd scattered, feet stomping on the road.

"Young Master Pei is here again, run!"

"Mother, wuah ah mother... wuwawawa..."

"Child, my child! Where are you, child?"

The crowd was a mixed bunch, with shoulders rubbing against each other and backs pressed against each other. It was impossible to see the road at a glance.

“Aa ...

The crying of children merged into one voice, and the sound of silver horse hoof bells made the listeners feel irritated and annoyed.

Soon the downtown area was filled with shouting and shoving, and it was almost a mess. Who would pay attention to the child left alone in the street and the teenager who was about to ride his horse and hit people?

"Get out of here! Can't you hear me?"

The sound of the horse's footsteps became more and more reckless and wild, causing the ground to shake slightly. The young man on the horse held the horse's body tightly, fearing that he would suffer from hemiplegia if he didn't hold on tightly enough.

"Run, little calf, can't you hear me?"

The boy roared at the situation in front of him, but the child was already scared out of his wits and just stood there crying.

The young man was frightened and closed his eyes, unable to bear it.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and there was an extra weight on the horse's back. He opened his eyes and saw that the horse's body quickly leaped to the right, and the arm that was circled in front of him pulled the reins with just a tug, and the horse turned back and slowly stopped.

The sound of horse steps stopped, the child's crying stopped, the hands raised in the air in resistance also froze there, and the noise of the crowd seemed to have pressed the pause button.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the young man who jumped off the horse.

The hand patted the horse's head gently again, and the wrist was wrapped around the reins to lead it. The person on the horse seemed to have not recovered from the shock just now, and his legs and arms were still tightly clamped on the horse's back.

The young man led the horse and temporarily tied the reins to the wooden stake of the teahouse. Then he walked over to the child and held him in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, just recognize who is your mother."

The young man with heroic posture and high spirits was standing in front of him, looking at him tenderly.

The child froze, staring at the boy for a long time without moving. The boy shook his head helplessly, and his clear voice, unique to the boy, echoed in the silent air in front of him.

"Whose child is it?"

At this time, a crying woman pushed out from the layers of people, "My, my child! It's my wuwuwu... my corn... my child..."

The young man returned the child to the woman in front of him and chuckled softly, "The child might be a little scared. Buy him some fruit on the way home."

Then he stuffed a few taels of silver into the woman's hand.

His voice was clear and he spoke at a steady pace. With a faint smile on his brows, he looked extremely gentle.

The woman holding the child couldn't help blushing. She was putting the copper coins in her palm back. Before she could say anything, a loud shout came from the horse's back.

"Lu Yan, Lu Jinan, you finally decided to come back!"

"Hey, I'm still on horseback, and you don't care about me!!"

The boy's shout made almost everyone present know the name of the high-spirited boy.

The woman had just been interrupted and was now condemning herself in her heart, "You are a mother, and you get shy when you see a handsome boy. You are so old, aren't you still ashamed?"

Lu Yan seemed to have completely blocked out his voice and simply stuffed the silver money back into the woman's hand. "These are all I have on me, madam, please don't mind."

"I know that brat. He's the young master of the Pei family. If he's frightened and has any problems, you can go to the Pei family and ask for an explanation. Old Master Pei is fair and impartial. He will definitely not be partial to him. If the Pei family needs someone to testify, the door of my Lu Mansion is willing to open to you, Madam."

After Lu Yan finished speaking these words in a serious and clear manner, the man on the horse began to howl like a ghost.

"Lu Yan, you have no heart! How can you say such cold-blooded and heartless words with your thirty-six-degree mouth!"

Then the woman saw the young man in front of her pointing in the direction of the horse and preaching to her in a serious tone as if he was giving a lecture.

"See, he's scared, so it's okay, go ahead and sue him."

The boy's voice is unrestrained, as if nothing in the world is difficult.

"The same goes for everyone. If this brat disrupts the public order again, feel free to go to the Pei Mansion and make trouble. If the Pei family ignores you, then come to my Lu Mansion. I, Lu Yanli, will handle it!"