Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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Zhang Shanni arrived, which confirmed that it was already the fourth day of the new year. Everything else could be negotiated, but Fan Jiefang had to go back. After all, the vehicle he drove belonged to his work unit, not his personal property.

Moreover, with only his wife at home tending to several children, he couldn’t afford to be away for too long.

Yet, looking at his mother-in-law’s condition, it was clear that she wouldn’t recover quickly.

The doctor had said she needed to stay in the hospital for at least half a month, to receive injections and treatments, which would aid her recovery.

Money was not the primary concern, but having everyone gathered here was definitely not a solution.

Fortunately, there was Xie Zhongsheng, the clan’s uncle, so people like Xie Jingyang had a temporary place to stay.

One could say they were lucky with the timing, as people of this era still avoided seeking medical treatment during the festive season.

It was Xie Tiesheng who valued his partner, and upon realizing something was wrong, immediately took her to the provincial hospital.

According to Xie Zhongsheng, the old lady had already shown signs of a stroke warning, and if she had not paid attention and sought treatment, an onset could occur at any moment—a minor stroke, facial paralysis, speech impairment at the least, or severe paralysis on one side of the body at worst, leading to a lifetime of suffering, not to mention if it was a full paralysis.