Chapter 137 Extra if line (2)

The car turned around and drove slowly over.

Ji Min got off the bike.

Butler Chen ran over immediately.

He was shocked to see Ji Min's appearance.

The pampered young man in front of him was shirtless, soaking wet, and holding something on his chest.

Butler Chen had only called out tentatively when he saw the figure.

Unexpectedly, it was Ji Min.

The young master of the Ji family had not returned in the evening, and his phone was unreachable.

It rained heavily in the evening.

This was no small matter.

Butler Chen immediately contacted the Ji family and found out that Ji Min's phone had scanned a bicycle.

He also contacted the company that the bicycle belonged to and located the bicycle that Ji Min was riding.

Butler Chen then came here.

While they were talking, several more cars from the Ji family pulled up.

Ji Min almost got into trouble.

Butler Chen, for the most part, said a few words: "Why did you stay out so late and your phone was turned off?"

Ji Chi also got out of another car and came over worriedly: "Brother Min, how are you?"

People gathered around.

Ji Min ignored them. He threw his bike to someone else, opened the back seat of a car and got in, and then hurriedly shouted to the outside: "Go to the hospital!"

Butler Chen thought he was injured, so he got back in the car.

He took a clean blanket and put it on Ji Min.

Unexpectedly, Ji Min reached out to take the blanket, but did not put it on his back, but covered his front first.

Butler Chen then realized that the person Ji Min was holding in front of him was actually a child.

The child's eyes were closed, and his limbs were soft, all tied to Ji Min with a few strips of cloth.

Ji Min's bangs were still dripping with water.

He wiped his hair casually, and immediately untied the strips of cloth on his body, and said to Butler Chen: "Go get another dry towel, some clean clothes, and hot water! His body temperature is too low."

As he said that, Ji Min clumsily went to wipe the child's hair.

Butler Chen was still confused at this moment, but his professionalism was still there. He quickly stretched out his hand to Ji Min and said, "Leave it to me."

Ji Min paused, but still handed the child in his arms to him as he was told.

He also brought the ice cream box that the child had always cherished.

But now it was soaked by the rain.

Watching Butler Chen skillfully wipe the child's body, wrap him in a dry blanket, and then find an electric blanket to cover him.

Ji Min was relieved and changed his wet clothes.

"What's wrong with this child?" Butler Chen asked.

Ji Min threw the dead mobile phone aside.

Back to the familiar environment, he returned to his usual bad temper.

When an adult asked him questions, he was too lazy to explain and just said, "I picked it up."

Butler Chen: "..."

He took the child's temperature and sighed tiredly.

Fortunately, by the time they arrived at the hospital, the child's hypothermia had eased.

But he probably got a high fever again because of the rain.

Ji Min, a teenager, was caught in the rain for half a day and couldn't do anything.

It was only two hours after he arrived at the hospital that he heard that a small flash flood had broken out at the foot of the mountain.

Several stores were washed away.

Ji Min was scared when he heard it.

Fortunately, he rode his bike into the mountain, otherwise the child was so small and might have been flooded if the water level was a little higher.

Not to mention a flash flood.

After calming down, the issue of the child's whereabouts became a problem.

Ji Min called the police early the next morning.

The suburbs were not greatly affected by the flash flood.

However, the surrounding villages were washed away, and even the homestay where Ji Min lived was affected.

The police were also very busy.

It was not until noon that they sent people to ask Ji Min about the situation.

When they saw that it was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, and the young master of a large family, they suddenly had a headache again.

But to the police's surprise, Ji Min explained everything very clearly and even packed up the child's clothes and handed them over.

A four-year-old child can already remember a lot of things, and should be able to ask for the names and contact information of his parents.

But when they arrived at the ward, they found some problems.

On the hospital bed.

The child was pale, wearing a slightly loose hospital gown.

His eyes were dull and he looked listless.

The doctor sat in front of the bed and did some simple common sense tests.

Although the child's movements were slow, he completed them very well.

But when the police asked, "What's your name and how old are you?"

the child looked confused.

The policewoman lowered her voice and asked again, "Do you remember where your home is and what your parents' names are?"

"My home is in..." The child started, but got stuck again.

The doctor sighed and knew that there was trouble: "Children's memory is not stable to begin with. It's normal for their memory to be confused after a fever."

The police looked at each other.

The child seemed to be sensitive to the distress of the adults around him and huddled back into the quilt.

At this time, the door of the ward was knocked twice and then opened.

A tall and long-legged boy walked in.

He had an indifferent expression and a bit of nonchalance between his eyebrows. He seemed to have a bad temper.

But his behavior was not rude.

After entering, he saw the child sitting on the bed.

He raised his eyebrows, and finally smiled: "Hey, you're awake? You were sleeping like a pig just now."

The child on the bed looked at him curiously. He

had a vague impression of the boy in front of the door.

But the boy in front of him was well-dressed and well-mannered, with a bit of depression and coldness that was unique to the heir of a large family. He

looked different from the lonely and desolate boy in the pavilion.

The child hesitated for a while.

Until Ji Min laughed, looked at him and said, "No way? I held you in my arms and rode for so long, and now you don't recognize me?"

The child's eyes lit up, and he threw his two short hands forward and shouted, "Big brother!"

When the police saw this scene, they immediately felt a little hope again.

One of the female police officers said to the child, "Little friend, you remembered your big brother. Think about it again. Can you remember your name?"

Ji Min put the lunch box he brought on the table.

There were police officers standing in the room. He was not restrained and sat down on the chair next to him.

Hearing the police's words, he frowned, thought for a while, and said,

"Is his name Ranran or Lanlan? It was raining so hard that I couldn't hear it clearly."

The child's eyes were still full of confusion.

Hearing the boy's words, he nodded to the police in agreement like a little adult and said, "That's it."

Immediately, several police officers couldn't help laughing.

The police asked Ji Min again, "Didn't you ask for information about his family before?"

Hearing the police's question, the child turned around and looked at Ji Min in an inquiring manner.

Ji Min reached out and rubbed his head:

"What are you looking at? I did ask, but you treat me like a human vendor and don't say anything. What can I do?"

"Let him eat something first, and ask while he eats."

Ji Min poured the porridge in the food box into a small bowl, and took out a spoon.

But after doing all this, Ji Min paused.

He looked up at the little guy sitting on the hospital bed, and then looked at the bowl on the table.

Ji Min has never taken care of others.

It's good enough that he can take care of himself.

Seeing this, he immediately leaned over to call housekeeper Chen in and let him feed the child.

But before he opened his mouth, he saw the child on the bed turned over and climbed down by himself.

He stepped on his slippers and tiptoed to the sink beside him to wash his hands.

After washing his hands, he wiped them clean before going to the small table and picking up the bowl on the table.

He was probably hungry and wanted to eat. He

took a bite with a spoon, then he remembered something, raised his head and asked embarrassedly: "Big brother, can I eat this?"

Ji Min was stunned by this operation.

After a pause, he nodded: "It's for you."

The child then lowered his head and drank the porridge obediently.

He has good dining etiquette, so he doesn't spill food everywhere, and doesn't bother adults.

Every time he scoops up a spoonful, blows it gently, touches it with his lips, and drinks it when he feels it is not hot.

Maybe it was because he saw someone familiar that he finally let go a little.

After the child drank a spoonful of porridge, he raised his face, smiled widely, and said: "It tastes good!"

Then he buried his head in the porridge bowl again.

In just a short while, he drank half a bowl.

Several adults in the room stood still and watched the child drink porridge. They all

sighed in unison: "This child is so well-behaved."

Ji Min pursed his face in embarrassment.

He thought of his childhood.

He was the type who needed someone to chase him with a bowl of food.

But he was a child after all.

He was busy until midnight last night and had a fever again.

Now he is halfway through eating and his head starts to move again.

But the child still insisted on finishing the porridge in the bowl, and then washed his hands before returning to the bed. He

also cooperated with the police to take photos, fingerprints and DNA.

After everything was done, Ji Min simply picked up the child and stuffed him into the quilt.

The child fell asleep quickly.

Ji Min followed the police out again.

After closing the door of the ward, he glanced at the bed through the glass and asked, "He doesn't remember anything?"

The policeman sighed and said, "Come and ask him tomorrow. Maybe he will remember it after a good sleep."

Ji Min pursed his lips.

Although the child had a fever, Ji Min inexplicably felt that the child was in good condition today. He

was also very happy when eating.

In any case, it was much better than last night when he hugged him and said, "I lost everyone."

He is still so young, maybe it's a good thing that he forgot.

Ji Min is at the age where he is fearless.

His guess is also very bold.

Thinking of it, he said bluntly:

"I have been waiting with him for so long but his parents didn't come. Don't they deliberately abandon the child? Don't send him back without investigating it clearly?"

The police immediately said: "Of course, don't worry."

Ji Min nodded casually and looked into the ward again.

The child was sleeping soundly, with his mouth open and his cheeks puffy.

Ji Min couldn't help asking again:

"In a situation like his...if you can't find his family, what will you do?"

The police said: "After he is discharged from the hospital, he will be sent to a temporary foster care institution. If no relatives come to claim him within 60 days and no relatives can be matched, we will notify the welfare home."

Ji Min paused: "...Oh."

The police handed Ji Min another form.

On it was a photo of the child and some basic information.

The police said: "Only you know the name, please fill it out roughly."

Ji Min hesitated for a while with the pen in his hand.

Lanlan sounds like a girl's name, and Ranran is too ordinary.

He didn't know what the specific two characters of the child's name were.

But Ji Min thought for a while, picked up the pen and wrote the word "Ran".

He handed the form to the police.

Several policemen turned around to leave.

Ji Min suddenly stopped them.

The police turned around and saw the teenager asking seriously: "Aren't there still sixty days? Can he live in my house?"