After Rebirth, My Fiancé Helps Me Avenge the Wicked Scum

Chapter 111 Do You Really Want to Help Him?
If it had been the state this stall owner was in, Mengyu was confident she could have saved him. But his brother had been comatose for several days, and she feared even his soul might have been contaminated.
If the soul was contaminated, she would not be able to save him.
She looked at the vendor: “What about yourself?”
The vendor, puzzled: “Me? I’m fine, just always very tired and wanting to sleep.”
Mengyu really didn’t have the heart to disclose the truth, but still, she told him: “You’ve been too close to these Ming Dynasty Items for too long, and have already been tainted by the Evil Energy. If you don’t get treated, with your body, you won’t last many days.”
Hearing this from Mengyu, the stall owner instantly turned deathly pale.
The stall owner buried his head between his knees, covered his face with his hands and started to cry: “Everyone said that what happened to my brother was retribution for digging up ancestral graves, but I didn’t do anything. Why am I going to die too?”
Mengyu sighed: “I can save you. But you’ll have to use these antiques as compensation for the treatment.”
Just a moment ago, the stall owner was willing to give all the antiques to Mengyu if only she would save his brother, but now he struggled: “These things were obtained by my brother risking his life, I can’t give them to you.”
Mengyu, surprised: “You don’t want your own life?”
The stall owner hesitated for a moment, but then firmly said: “These antiques belong to my brother; they must be used to save my brother first.”
Mengyu inwardly sighed, even when his own life was at stake, he insisted on saving his brother first, fearing that if he used the resources, there would be no hope for his brother.
This indeed is brotherly love!
She once again earnestly said: “But if you don’t get treated, at most, you won’t survive beyond three days!”
The stall owner’s face remained deathly pale, but he bit his lip tightly: “I must save my brother first.”
Mengyu again confirmed: “Don’t you fear death? Or would you rather—”
The stall owner still shook his head: “I am scared, but, I still have three days, while my brother only has one day left!”
Cheng Jiuhe looked at Mengyu, clearly moved to help, yet he teasingly played with the feelings of this young man.
But he also worried, could she really save someone?
Indeed, Mengyu looked towards Cheng Jiuhe: “Brother, I want to go help him.”
The small stall owner immediately bowed to Cheng Jiuhe.
Cheng Jiuhe waved off his courtesy: “I can’t save your brother. Besides, it’s getting late already.” He glanced at his watch: “It’s four o’clock.”
He knew that Mengyu was definitely planning to use Yuan Nourishing Pill to save his brother, and he was somewhat reluctant.
After all, they were strangers to this small vendor.
The stall owner held back his nearly crying expression: “But, one day earlier—”
Mengyu gestured for him to stop talking and said to her brother: “Brother, I want to go.”
Cheng Jiuhe sighed: “Sister, think it through, can you really help him? His brother—” Who knows if his brother is a good person or a bad one?
The stall owner hastily said: “If this sister is willing to try, that would be enough, whether it cures him or not—” he sadly added: “I wouldn’t blame her.”
“Brother, I want to try to save him, maybe he’ll make it?” She pointed to the antiques: “If I do save him, these antiques will be mine.”
The stall owner hurriedly nodded: “Yes, yes, if you can save my brother, all the antiques are yours!”
Mengyu coaxed Cheng Jiuhe: “Brother—”
Cheng Jiuhe helplessly said: “Sigh, make your own decision then.”
Seeing her brother agree, Mengyu then told the stall owner: “I can try to see your brother but I can’t guarantee that I can save him.”
The stall owner was overjoyed, bowing to Mengyu again: “Thank you, thank you sister. As long as you are willing to go, I am sure you can cure my brother.”
Then bowing to Cheng Jiuhe: “Thank you, Brother Xie.”