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

The young man, carrying a whip on his back, knelt skillfully in front of the ancestral hall where the ancestors of the Lu and Li families were placed.

An old man was standing next to him, with a beard and glaring eyes, and the wooden stick in his hand almost hit Lu Yan's back several times.

"Haven't you, the rebellious son, been wandering around the world for a long time?"

"How can there be a young master named Lu Yan in the Lu family?"

"You've grown your courage outside, and now you're back to talk big!"

The boy lowered his head, staring at the floor, and his voice sounded a little aggrieved.

"father……"

The old man's face turned red. "Don't call me dad! What child doesn't enjoy the company of his parents? Don't you like running around outside? If you have the guts, don't come back!"

"Rebel..."

Song He stood behind the door, looking at the scene and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Oh, should he go up and help Xiao Jinan take a few sticks, otherwise it would feel like a disloyalty to his brother!

But this was Xiao Jin'an's family affair, and it would be inconvenient for him, an outsider. Just as he hesitated, a lady hurried towards him and kicked the door open in front of him.

"Lu Shizhang, you dare to hit my son?"

A whip sounded across the roof, and Song He hid to the side of the door like a quail, stunned.

Madam...you are so majestic.

He watched as a kind-looking old man trotted in and patted the kneeling man on the head.

His eyes turned to the kneeling person, and he saw that person secretly gave a thumbs up behind his back.

His eyes are very small, and when he smiles, his eyelids narrow into an arc.

He smiled and tried to smooth things over with the two men, who were at loggerheads. "It's a good thing that the young master has returned. You two have been thinking about him but never seen him, and now that he's back, why are you fighting in front of everyone?"

Mr. Lu looked at the old butler in front of him in shock, his hand trembling as he pointed at the poor stick that had been whipped to the ground on the other side. "Uncle Zhang? Who hit who?"

With a crisp sound, the whip in the lady's hand was swung on the smooth floor again. She was wearing a lotus green long-sleeved dress and a simple jade hairpin on her head. Such a gentle combination made everyone feel the cold wind.

The old man called Uncle Zhang was still smiling, "Madam is just a little nervous about the young master. Master, you don't know Madam's temper very well!"

"Uncle Zhang, you don't have to speak for me. I'm going to deal with him today. Lu Shizhang, if you have the guts, pick up the stick you used to beat your son and fight me!"

"Vicious woman! Vixen!" Old Master Lu pointed at her with trembling hands.

Seeing that it was almost time, Lu Yan tugged at Ling Junfei's skirt and looked up at her.

"Mom, Dad didn't hit me."

Ling Junfei lowered her head and looked at her handsome son. She no longer cared about the old man and threw the whip aside because she thought it was in the way.

He helped the child up from the ground, rubbed his knees, and stroked his face. The tenderness on his face was completely different from the arrogant man just now.

"Do your legs hurt? You've been kneeling for a while, haven't you? My Yan'er, you haven't been home for so long, I'm so tired just looking at you."

"When I was little, I saw that my cheeks were full of flesh, but now they've all shrunk... I'm even taller than mom now."

He was displeased with the thorns on Lu Yan's back and threw them towards Lu Shizhang.

Mr. Lu thought he was being ignored, but when he got hit like that, his beard twitched in anger.

However, listening to Ling Junfei say this, she secretly glanced at Lu Yan out of the corner of her eye.

It’s high. It seems that I will surpass him in a few years.

Uncle Zhang stood aside, still smiling with his eyes narrowed. "I told the kitchen to cook the young master's favorite dishes tonight. Today is a family reunion, so please watch the young master eat more."

"Uncle Zhang, just spoil him!"

Mr. Lu put his hands behind his back, his tone was not so aggressive, and he slowly turned to face the mother and son.

He pinched the boy in front of him, still not saying a single kind word, "You've lost weight. What's the matter? Did you use the money your family sent you every quarter to raise pigs?"

"If you're this thin, don't go out and say that the Lu family mistreats their descendants."

Song He, who had not yet realized that he was one of the people being called a pig, was still standing at the door, digesting the family drama that he had never experienced in the first half of his life.

Lu Yan is indeed a hero who dared to run away from home and work on his own at such a young age.

He looked at the background of the ancestral hall in front of him, and the sticks, whips, and brambles scattered on the ground... whether it was the old master Lu with his eyebrows raised, Mrs. Lu with a kind face, or the smiling housekeeper Zhang Bo.

Song He couldn't even see through their internal strength.

People with high internal strength can clearly see the operation of other people's skills.

There are only two situations that are difficult to see through.

First, there is no inner strength.

Second, the opponent's internal strength has surpassed his.

In fact, if you carefully study the stick technique used by Patriarch Lu just now, you can discover many clever techniques. And the whip techniques used by Madam Lu also concealed a lot of skills. Otherwise, it would not be just the stick that was thrown down...

But it was an arm of the old master Lu.

And that Uncle Zhang... Song He leaned lazily against the door, his slender eyes narrowed, habitually observing the battle situation.

As if by chance, the smiling face turned around and met Song He's gaze.

"I haven't introduced him to you yet. This is my friend Song He. He's been living with me at home during this time I've been here."

Lu Yan's voice rang out, and Zhang Bo responded with a smile.

"Since you are the young master's friend, we naturally dare not neglect you."

Ling Junfei also spoke up, "Yan'er has written many times saying that she is grateful for the care of her friends like you. So why not come to the family dinner tonight?"

Song He was a little panicked. He put his hands behind his back and tightly grasped the handle of the fan. "This... isn't good. This is your family dinner. I'm just an outsider."

Lu Yan nodded to Ling Junfei, walked up to Song He, and tugged at his sleeves. "Hey, didn't I tell you that you're my family too?"

"It's just a meal together, it's okay."

Song He looked at Lu Yan's back. The three of them smiled and nodded to him, without any pretense.

He looked at the handsome young man in front of him again, and his hands gripping the fan handle behind his back gradually loosened.

Song He bowed and clasped his fists, saluting everyone in front of him.

"Song He, it's my honor."