Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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"Zhenzhen?" Wang Guicai couldn’t care less about how the villagers viewed him; upon hearing his daughter’s heart-wrenchingly tragic scream, he hurriedly let go of the tender little hand he was holding and broke into a run outside—

However, he had only lifted his leg and taken two steps when he bumped straight into Wang Xiuzhen, who was supporting her brother Wang Junxuan as they walked in. He cried out in shock, "Xuan’er, what happened to you? Who hurt you??"

"It’s..." Wang Xiuzhen, who had been supporting her brother all the way here, was so exhausted that she was gasping for breath, too winded to speak fluently.

"Dad, Dad, it hurts so much, please help me!" Wang Junxuan wasn’t faring much better; he practically gritted his teeth to articulate each word.

"Where does it hurt, don’t panic, sit down first—" Wang Guicai took over the support of one of his son’s arms, gently helping him to sit.

After settling his son down, he gratefully thanked the robust peasant who had obviously helped his daughter and supported his son in coming over, "Zhou Lin, thank you for helping my son."

"Uncle Wang, don’t mention it; you should quickly check on Junxuan and see how badly he’s injured." Zhou Lin replied calmly. He had seen Wang Xiuzhen struggling to support her brother on the way, and if it wasn’t for the relationship of being fellow villagers and Wang Guicai being known as a fair and steady man, Zhou Lin wouldn’t have bothered to help.

Having seen Wang Guicai now focusing on treating his son’s wound, Zhou greeted Old Xie with a nod after calling out "Uncle Xie," and then slipped into the back of the crowd.

But he didn’t leave; it was only then that he saw Xie Jingzi lying motionless on the hospital bed, his brow furrowed like a mountain range as he melted into the crowd, thinking to himself: No wonder Uncle Xie looks so upset!