Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Chapter 323 I Don’t Want Your Bone Marrow

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When Zhang Shan Ni came to her senses again, the first thing she saw was her husband’s gaunt, dark face.

Ever since her Spiritual Body emerged from the Light Shield, without taking any rest she had been employing her spiritual power. And now, after fainting, another day and night had passed.

In fact, her body really needed time to recover. Even though she drank the Jade Spirit Liquid, it still required a process of absorption.

Today was already the eleventh of April, and it had been a full five days since Mr. and Mrs. Zhang left their small home in the county town. Thankfully, Xie Jingchen remembered to send Little Rong to inform the family that the couple would be staying with the military for a few more days.

Xie Tiesheng and his wife were relieved to hear their third son’s wife wasn’t in major trouble and were happy to follow the couple’s wishes.

Now, what the couple was more concerned about was Fifth’s work situation and the increasing silence of their youngest child’s expression.

Zhang Shan Ni, upon awakening, first slowly opened her eyes, getting used to the warm sunlight of spring before her gaze immediately fell upon her husband’s face, so close within reach.

"Wife, are you awake?" Xie Jingchen quickly pressed down on the little woman who excitedly wanted to jump into his embrace, "Be careful!"

"Husband, seeing you here makes me so happy!" During the day and night of her fainting, Zhang Shan Ni could feel that her husband was incredibly busy, constantly being forced to go in and out.

But whenever he had time, no matter if it was just a brief minute or a short break, he would always come to the ward to take a look at her first.

Although he couldn’t neglect his work tasks, his actions still placed her at an equally important position.

In Zhang Shan Ni’s eyes, it was his sense of responsibility that mattered most.

"Mhm, have some water first, to moisten your throat," Xie Jingchen said, noticing the joy in his little wife’s voice and at the same time, the dryness of her throat.

After all, lying down for two days and three nights, even with Xie Jingchen monitoring the time to feed her water, she was bound to be thirsty.

Xie Jingchen steadied her first, seeing her stare at him with big doe eyes, his throat tightened, he swallowed hard, and the look in his tiger-like eyes became even more infatuated.

Zhang Shan Ni just felt that she was truly thirsty at this moment, and no one was more important than Xie Jingchen. She took a few sips of water and felt even thirstier instead.

Really, she really wanted to have a bite.

Zhang Shan Ni now thought that her own husband seemed exceptionally mouthwatering.

"Wife, don’t look at me like that," Xie Jingchen’s voice was husky, his chin resting against her forehead, his big hand holding her tightly in his embrace, yet not making her feel the slightest discomfort.

"Oh, oh~" Zhang Shan Ni blinked and continued to entangle her gaze with his dark eyes, those shiny eyes clearly told him: This is exactly what I want.

It seemed that the sweet little voice finally woke up the boy sleeping in the corner; he first opened his eyes bewilderedly, when did he fall asleep again?

Yan Jinsi, who had dragged his sick body to Rong District on Xie Jingchen’s orders, had been given a trace of a sleeping drug in his medicine by the doctor who had previously treated him at the request of Yan Dongsheng. This allowed him to recover somewhat during his sleep.

Now with all four Yan sons gathered together, under the watchful eye of Xie Jingchen, they didn’t have the nerve to forcibly enter, and the youngest brother was adamant about staying in his little sister’s ward.

As a result, the three sturdy Yan men couldn’t even see their own little sister, let alone take close care of their youngest brother’s condition.

Zhang Shan Ni had already known Yan Jinsi was there, and knowing this cheap little brother was around meant she couldn’t even be affectionate with her own husband, muttering helplessly in her heart: Really owe the Yan Family something?!