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

After closing the door, Pei Xiao slowly squatted down with his back against the door, pulling his hair with both hands, his expression full of regret and distress.

His eyes were fixed on the floor in front of him, as if he was immersed in past memories.

Really, is that too much...

Should he... apologize to him?

"Knock knock knock..."

"Master Pei, my master asked me to bring you ginger soup."

Hearing the voice, Pei Xiao immediately stood up and opened the door. Seeing that it was the servant of the Lu family, his heart, which had been lifted up, slowly fell again.

He slowly took the ginger soup from his hand, but the man continued.

"The young master asked us to prepare a set of dry clothes and a set of bedding." The servant turned his head, and the people behind him continued to put the clothes neatly on the couch, and put the thicker bedding on the bed. After all these things were settled, everyone went out of the house one by one in an orderly manner.

After the servant went out, he helped Pei Xiao close the door. Pei Xiao held the bowl of ginger soup and stared blankly at the bedding on the bed and the clothes on the couch.

He stared at the ginger soup in his hand, and the warm temperature in his palm spread up from his palm.

He pursed his lips, his nose felt a little sore, his eyes felt a little hot, and only he could hear the low and soft voice.

"Why are you so nice to me... obviously... I've always been bullying you."

the other side……

As soon as Song He entered the room, he heard Lu Yan instructing the servant next to him about something, such as Pei Xiao, ginger soup, bedding, etc.

After hearing the instructions, the servant immediately went down to prepare.

"Mr. Song."

Song He bowed and walked towards the person in front of him, his tone full of joking.

"You were the one who said to leave him alone, you were the one who told him to stay out of the spotlight, and now you're the one offering warmth! You clearly said he's been at odds with you since childhood."

“Lu Yan, do you have to be so nice!”

Lu Yan put his hand around the back of his neck and pinched it, his brows tired. "What can I do? He was just like that. It's autumn night and it's getting cool. I can't let him stay sick in my house and not leave."

Seeing that the man was still standing there, Lu Yan pointed to the room next to him and yawned.

"Okay, it's getting late. I'll have someone clean up the room next door for you. If you need anything, just tell Xiao Si'er. Um, Xiao Si'er is the one you just met."

Song He nodded to show that he understood, but he did not turn around and leave. Instead, he took out his folding fan from his waist and handed it to the young man in front of him.

"Let me confirm this before I leave. It's not that I don't want to lend it to you, it's just that it's really heavy."

Lu Yan drooped his eyelids and didn't listen to his words. After taking the white wrist, he took a small breath.

"Oh my god, this fan of yours is made of black iron!" The young man's sleepy look was completely wiped away by surprise, and his half-drooped eyelids were completely lifted. Although he had seen Song He use this fan as a weapon before, at that time he only thought it was exquisite and beautiful, and its lethality was also amazing.

But he didn't expect that the fan was actually heavier than his sword.

Looking at the person in front of him who was studying with great interest, Song He just found it funny.

"If you like, I'll give you a fan."

Before he could finish his words, Lu Yan seemed to have touched some mechanism, and Song He was powerless to stop him.

Several silver lights flashed, and silver needles shot out from the center of each fan blade. Fortunately, Lu Yan reacted quickly and immediately changed the direction of the fan head, otherwise - he looked at the door panel in front of him with several holes pierced through it.

Otherwise, he will be the one to be stabbed into a sieve.

Song He's heart seemed to be lifted up, and he almost immediately wanted to snatch the folding fan from the young man's hand.

Lu Yan nimbly jumped to the side to avoid Song He's capture. He put his hand holding the folding fan behind his back, tilted his head slightly and smiled slyly.

"You just said you would give it to me. Master Qianji, are you not keeping your word?"

Song He chuckled softly and looked at him helplessly, "If you like it, I'll improve it and send it to you."

Lu Yan puffed out his cheeks, hugged the fan in his arms, and muttered, "You're looking down on me!"

Song He looked at him with a doting look in his eyes, "Who dares to look down on our little Jin An? I, Song, will be the first to disagree!"

"I'm not afraid that you'll run into some trap again while playing, right?"

Lu Yan's expression turned serious. "I'm not playing around. I'm trying to understand Master Qianji's superb skills!"

"So you don't need to bother with the transformation. I'm so smart and clever, I won't be killed by a little fan!"

As he spoke, he pushed the person out of the door and waved to Song He with his fan, "It's late now. Young Master Song, turn right and go slowly."

With a bang, the door was closed tightly.

Song He looked at the man's triumphant smile, and he couldn't help laughing softly even though he was locked outside the door.

"What a child's mentality."