CFRFGC Chapter 137

⌈Ji Min thought for a while, then picked up the pen and wrote the word “Ran”.⌋

The car turned around and slowly drove over.

Ji Min got off the bike.

Butler Chen immediately ran over.

When he saw Ji Min, he was shocked.

The young master, who was usually well taken care of, was bare-chested, drenched, and holding something in front of him.

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

He hadn’t expected it to really be Ji Min.

The young master of the Ji family had still not returned by evening and the phone had been unreachable.

Then, a heavy downpour started.

This wasn’t a small matter.

Butler Chen immediately contacted the Ji family, traced Ji Min’s phone signal to a bicycle, and then contacted the bicycle’s rental company to locate the bike Ji Min had ridden.

Only then did he rush to this area.

As they were speaking, several more Ji family cars pulled up.

Ji Min was nearly in danger.

Even Butler Chen, normally calm, couldn’t help but mutter, “Why were you out so late and why was your phone off?”

Ji Chi also got out of another car and, looking worried, rushed over, “Big Brother, are you okay?”

A crowd gathered around.

But Ji Min didn’t pay any attention to them. He threw the bike to someone else, opened a car door, and hurriedly climbed into the backseat. He then shouted urgently, “To the hospital!”

Butler Chen thought Ji Min had been injured and hurriedly returned to the car.

He grabbed a clean blanket and draped it over Ji Min’s shoulders.

But to his surprise, Ji Min took the blanket, but instead of covering his back, he first wrapped it around the child in his arms.

It was only then that Butler Chen realized that the child Ji Min had been holding was still in his arms.

The child’s eyes were tightly shut, his body limp, held only by a few strips of cloth tied to Ji Min’s body.

Ji Min’s bangs were still dripping with water.

He casually wiped his hair and immediately began to untie the strips of cloth from around his body. He then told Butler Chen, “Go get a dry towel, clean clothes, and hot water! His body temperature is too low.”

While speaking, Ji Min clumsily began to dry the child’s hair.

Butler Chen, though still stunned, maintained his professional demeanor. He quickly extended his hand and said, “Leave it to me.”

Ji Min paused for a moment, then handed the child over to Butler Chen as instructed.

He even brought the ice cream box the child had been holding so carefully.

But now, it was drenched and barely recognizable.

Watching Butler Chen skillfully clean the child’s body, wrap him in a clean blanket, and then cover him with an electric heating blanket, Ji Min finally felt at ease. He changed out of his wet clothes.

“What happened to this child?” Butler Chen asked.

Ji Min tossed his dead phone aside.

Back in the familiar surroundings, his usual temper returned.

When the adults asked questions, he couldn’t be bothered to explain and merely tossed out, “I found him.”

Butler Chen: “…”

While measuring the child’s temperature, Butler Chen sighed in exasperation.

Fortunately, by the time they reached the hospital, the child’s hypothermia had improved.

But it seemed the rain had taken its toll. The child soon developed a high fever.

As for Ji Min, the young teenager who had been out in the rain for so long, he was perfectly fine, having only gotten a little wet.

However, just a couple of hours after they arrived at the hospital, news came in that a small mountain flood had broken out at the foot of the mountain.

Several shops had been washed away.

Ji Min couldn’t help but feel a wave of fear.

Luckily, he had ridden his bike up into the mountain. Otherwise, with the child’s small size, just a slight rise in water level could have drowned him.

Not to mention a mountain flood.

Once he calmed down, the issue of the child’s identity became a concern.

The next morning, Ji Min reported the situation to the police.

The impact of the mountain flood wasn’t significant in the suburban area, but nearby villages had been affected. Even the guesthouse where Ji Min was staying had experienced some damage.

The police were busy and overwhelmed with the situation.

By noon, more officers were dispatched to gather information from Ji Min.

Upon seeing that the individual was a teenager around fourteen or fifteen years old and the young master of a prominent family, the police officers felt a bit overwhelmed.

However, contrary to their expectations, Ji Min provided a clear and detailed account of the situation. He even had the child’s clothes neatly packed and handed them over to the officers.

A four-year-old child should have remembered many things by now, such as their parents’ names and contact details.

But when they arrived at the hospital room, they realized there was an issue.

On the hospital bed, the pale-faced child wore a slightly oversized hospital gown. His eyes were dull and he seemed lacking in energy.

The doctor sat at the bedside and conducted a few simple basic tests.

Although the child moved slowly, he completed the tasks well.

However, when the police officer asked, “What’s your name? How old are you?”

The child showed a moment of confusion.

The female officer softened her tone and asked again, “Do you remember where you live? What are your parents’ names?”

“I, I live at…” The child started to speak but then faltered.

The doctor sighed, understanding that things were complicated. “Children’s memories are often unstable. And after having a fever, it’s normal for their memory to be confused.”

The police officers exchanged uncertain looks.

The child seemed to sense the adults’ frustration and shrank further into the blankets.

At that moment, the door to the room was knocked twice before it opened.

A tall, long-legged teenager entered.

His expression was indifferent, with a slight air of carelessness around his brows and eyes, giving the impression that he had a bad temper.

However, his behavior remained polite.

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

He raised an eyebrow and a small smile finally appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Oh, you’re awake? You were just sleeping like a little pig earlier.”

The child on the bed tilted his head, looking at him curiously.

He seemed to vaguely recognize the young man at the door.

But the young man in front of him was dressed neatly and behaved with the air of someone from a prominent family, exuding a subtle sense of restraint and coldness.

He didn’t seem the same as the lonely, dejected boy in the pavilion earlier.

The child hesitated for a moment.

Then Ji Min chuckled and looked at him, saying, “No way. After I carried you on the bike for so long, you don’t even recognize me now?”

The child’s eyes lit up. His small hands stretched out eagerly as he shouted, “Big Brother!”

Seeing this, the police officers couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope.

One of the female officers said to the child, “Little one, you remembered Big Brother. Can you think a little more and remember your own name?”

Ji Min placed the lunchbox he brought on the table.

There were still officers standing in the room, but he wasn’t shy. He simply sat down on the nearby chair.

Hearing the officer’s question, he frowned, thought for a moment, and said, “His name is Ranran or Lanlan, I couldn’t hear clearly because of the heavy rain.”

The child’s eyes were still filled with confusion.

But upon hearing the young man’s words, he nodded like a little adult, agreeing with the police officer, saying, “That’s right.”

Several officers couldn’t help but laugh.

The officer then asked Ji Min, “Did you not ask for his family’s information earlier?”

Hearing the officer’s question, the child turned his head and looked at Ji Min, as if asking.

Ji Min reached out and ruffled his hair.

“What are you looking at? I did ask, but you treated me like a human trafficker and wouldn’t say anything. What could I do?”

“Let him eat something first, then we can ask while he eats.”

Ji Min poured the porridge from the lunchbox into a small bowl and took out a spoon.

After doing this, Ji Min paused.

He looked up at the child sitting on the bed and then glanced at the bowl on the table.

Ji Min had never taken care of anyone before.

He could barely take care of himself.

Seeing this, he immediately leaned forward to call for Butler Chen to come in and feed the child.

But before he could speak, he saw the child on the bed turn over and climb down by himself.

He slipped on his slippers and walked over to the nearby sink, standing on tiptoe to wash his hands.

After washing his hands, he dried them carefully, then came to the small table and reached for the bowl.

He was probably hungry and eager to eat.

He took a spoonful, then suddenly remembered something. He looked up and, with some embarrassment, asked, “Big Brother, can I eat this?”

Ji Min was stunned by all of this.

After a moment of surprise, he nodded, “It’s for you.”

Only then did the child lower his head and obediently start eating the porridge.

He had excellent table manners. There was no mess and he didn’t make things difficult for the adults.

Each time, he would scoop up a spoonful, gently blow on it, touch it with his lips to check the temperature, and only drink it after he felt it was cool enough.

Perhaps because he saw someone familiar, he finally relaxed a little.

After drinking a spoonful of porridge, the child raised his face and smiled broadly, saying, “It’s delicious!”

Then he lowered his head again and returned to his bowl of porridge.

In just a short while, the child had drunk almost half of the bowl.

The adults in the room stood still, watching the child drink the porridge.

Unanimously, they couldn’t help but sigh, “This child is really well-behaved.”

Ji Min, rarely feeling awkward, scratched his face.

He thought back to his own childhood.

He was the type who needed someone to chase him with a bowl behind him just to get him to eat.

But after all, he was just a child.

He had been restless until midnight last night and had a fever.

Now, halfway through his meal, his head started to ache again.

But the child still insisted on finishing the porridge in the bowl, then went to wash his hands before returning to the bed.

He even cooperated with the police officers to take photos, fingerprints, and DNA samples.

Once everything was done, Ji Min simply picked the child up and tucked him into the blanket.

The child quickly fell asleep.

Only then did Ji Min follow the police officers outside.

After closing the door to the ward, he looked at the bed through the glass and asked, “Does he remember anything?”

The officer sighed, “We’ll ask again tomorrow. Maybe after a good night’s sleep, he’ll remember.”

Ji Min pressed his lips together.

Although the child had a fever, Ji Min somehow felt that the child’s condition today was much better.

He seemed happy while eating.

No matter how you looked at it, it was a vast improvement compared to last night when the child had clung to him, saying, “I lost everyone.”

He was so small. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that he had forgotten.

Ji Min was at that fearless age.

His guesses were bold and carefree.

When he thought of it, he said directly, “I’ve been waiting with him for so long and still haven’t seen his parents. Don’t tell me they intentionally abandoned the child. Make sure you investigate thoroughly before just sending him back.”

The officer immediately replied, “Of course, don’t worry.”

Ji Min casually nodded and took one last look at the ward.

The child was sleeping soundly, his mouth slightly open, and his cheeks flushed red.

Ji Min couldn’t help but ask again: “In a situation like this… if his family can’t be found, what will you do?”

The officer replied, “After discharge, he’ll be sent to a temporary foster care facility. If no relatives come to claim him within sixty days or if no family members are found, we’ll have to notify the orphanage.”

Ji Min paused for a moment. “…Oh.”

The officer then handed Ji Min a form.

It contained the child’s photo and some basic information.

The officer said, “You’re the only one who knows his name, so please fill it out as best as you can.”

Ji Min hesitated for a moment, holding the pen.

“Lanlan” seemed like a girl’s name, while “Ranran” was too common.

He wasn’t sure what the child’s exact name was.

After thinking for a while, Ji Min wrote the character “Ran”.

He handed the form back to the officer.

A few officers turned to leave.

Suddenly, Ji Min called out to them.

The officers turned around to see the young man asking seriously, “There are still sixty days, right? Can he stay at my house?”

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