Chapter 58

The child woke up when she changed to the third bottle of potion. She was burned and drowsy. She didn't know what was going on. She just subconsciously moved, trying to break free from Mu Ran's arms.

Muran noticed the movement in his arms, wrapped around the child's arm and tightened it. Then he gently pressed the child's hand to prevent her from moving the needle. He lowered his head and tried to make a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, it'll be fine in a while."

The child heard the sound and looked up from his arms to look at him.

Muran brushed away the hair that had formed on her forehead, met her big eyes with exploration and gaze, smiled, then patted her back gently, and whispered: "Be good, don't be afraid."

The child still looked at him with his eyes open, and there was no expression on his dirty little face. After a few seconds, she relaxed her body slightly, and after a few seconds, her head slightly leaned against Muran's chest, and another hand without needle grabbed Muran's cuff.

Seeing that the child calmed down and stopped moving, Muran felt a little relaxed, but in a blink of an eye, he lowered his head with some concern and asked, "Are you hungry?" The child did not speak, but just looked at Muran directly. Muran asked patiently several times, and she finally nodded gently.

There was a night market place not far outside the clinic. Muran discussed to the child: "You wait for me here, can I go out and buy food for you?" As soon as he finished speaking, the child turned around and buried himself in Muran's arms, grabbed Muran's cuffs and clenched his hand tightly, as if Muran would run away in the next second.

Muran was a little amused and cried. At this moment, Dr. Liu got down from his own building and asked strangely when he saw this scene: "What's wrong?" Muran told the doctor about the situation after the child woke up. The doctor thought for a while and said, "How about this, I'll go up and cook a bowl of noodles for her."

Muran hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, it's too troublesome."

Dr. Liu smiled and said, "What's the problem? My house is upstairs, and it's good for her to eat something for her." Dr. Liu's home and clinic are in the same building. There is a staircase behind the clinic. It's very convenient to go up to your own home.

Muran was still hesitant. Dr. Liu looked at the child buried in Muran's arms and held his cuff tightly. He joked, "This child is smart, but he knows who is really good to her." Then he went upstairs.

In just ten minutes, Dr. Liu brought down a bowl of noodles. Mu Ran was embarrassed to bother the doctor anymore, so he coaxed the child to sit on the chair and squatted in front of her and fed her mouthfuls. However, during this process, the child's hands always held his clothes tightly and did not let go no matter how he persuaded him.

It was already eleven o'clock when Muran accompanied Dr. Liu to close the clinic door, and then discussed with the doctor, and decided to wait for the child downstairs of the doctor's house. Dr. Liu's husband was not at home on business trips, and his daughter lived at her grandmother's house when she was in school and did not come back on weekdays. After all, he was a big man, and now that he was so late, it was absolutely impossible to go to the doctor's house.

Dr. Liu was a little amused and crying about Muran's "consciousness", so he stopped persuading him, so he was about to take the child from Muran to take her upstairs. However, the child hugged Muran's neck tightly and did not let go. Muran hugged her and coaxed her for a long time, regardless of whether she could understand it. He kept explaining to her that the doctor took her to take a shower and checked her body for her health so that she would not get sick again. After a long time, the child finally loosened. Dr. Liu took the opportunity to carry her over, greeted Muran, and took the child upstairs.

It was cold outside, and the cold wind penetrated into the clothes and was like a blade. Muran couldn't help but rubbed his hands, and stepped back and stood inside the corridor. I don't know how long it took, but Muran heard the sound of a lock lifting upstairs. He raised his head and could vaguely see the light coming out of the door. Muran walked out of the corridor. Before he could stop, a small figure rushed down from the building, and in the blink of an eye, he threw himself on his legs tightly.

Muran was stunned for a moment, then smiled and bent down to hold the child into his arms.

Dr. Liu followed behind and went downstairs and said to Muran: "Everything is fine, there are no other wounds." He paused, his voice slightly heavy, "But she has many scars on her body, probably because she had been abused before."

Muran's smile stagnated on his face, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. Dr. Liu sighed and then changed the topic with a smile: "I found a few old clothes for my daughter at home. She may be wearing them a little big, so let's just do it first. Take her here tomorrow to see, and the child's fever is always repeated."

Mu Ran responded, then bowed with the child in his arms, and said solemnly: "Doctor Liu, thank you very much."

Dr. Liu waved his hand, "Okay, okay, go back quickly and have a rest early."

Mu Ran nodded, thanked the doctor again, and then walked back with the child in his arms.

The child was blown slightly and shivered. Muran took off his coat and covered the child with his head. He lowered his head and asked softly, "Is it cold?" Seeing the child shook his head, Muran was relieved to speed up his steps forward. He had to take the child to buy a few clothes tomorrow and take the child to the police station to inquire about registration. He didn't know if the child was lost or was abducted by human traffickers... He thought about it, but he didn't notice that the child was leaning on his shoulder with tears tilted his head and his eyes were rolling.

The next day, Muran took the child to the restaurant. He was worried that the child would stay at home alone. It was difficult to ask for leave in the restaurant, so he simply took her with him and told Wang Qin that this was the child of a relative's family for the time being, and repeatedly guaranteed Wang Qin that the child would not cause trouble. Wang Qin was a little unhappy, but said nothing.

He was busy at noon, and Wang Qin thought the child occupied the place and did not allow the child to stay in the living room. Muran had to find a small stool and let the child sit by the cabinet and wait for him. The child did not cry or make a fuss. Whatever Muran said was, and sat obediently by the cabinet, waiting.

After noon, there was no one there until almost 4 pm. Muran went to ask Wang Qin for leave. Wang Qin was worried that Muran and the children would have a meal here. Hearing that Muran wanted to take the children out, he naturally agreed immediately.

Muran walked to the child and squatted down, touched her forehead, and asked with some guilt, "Are you hungry?"

The child still didn't say anything, so he shook his head and looked at Muran with his big eyes open.

There was no longer any dirty dirt on her face, she could see her round nose and tightly pursed mouth. She was a very beautiful little girl. But probably because of her illness, her face was a little pale and had no blood at all, and her complexion and spirit didn't look very good.

Muran felt more and more guilty, and stopped asking, and reached out to pick her up and left the restaurant.

Muran took the child to eat some steamed dumplings, and in the short time he found a children's clothing store and bought a fitted clothes for the child. Then he took her to the police station.

The police officers in the police station didn't believe that this was a homeless child. Later, when Muran talked about finding the child, a policeman slapped his head and said to his colleague next to him: "Hey hey hey hey that's right, didn't you just arrest a few days ago who specialized in manipulating homeless children to beg for money? Why don't you go and ask?" The other people reacted and shouted that this idea was good, so they took Muran and the child to the bureau.

The police were taken out by a man with sharp-mouthed cheeks in handcuffs. The child was always led by Muran. When he saw the man, he grabbed Muran's corner of his clothes and hid back. Muran hurriedly picked her up and patted her back to comfort her. Several policemen knew the child's reaction as soon as they saw him, and asked the man to explain the origin of the child in a vicious tone.

Before the man could see the child's appearance, he could see his back and head inexplicably. Muran coaxed the child and turned his head. The man only glanced at him and told the police that he knew the child.

The child is from the same village. The father was drugged, alcoholic, and gambling. Later, he was stabbed to death on the roadside after a dispute with someone. The mother ran away a few years ago, leaving only an uncle who had no contact. Her uncle was not concerned about her, and her aunt treated her even worse. When she was in a good mood, she would give her a meal. When she was in a bad mood, she would drive her out of the house. Beating and scolding was common. Seeing that the child was not cared about by anyone, this person gave the child some money to take the child away. Of course, her aunt was willing to sell the child.

This person is not a good intention. He and his companions specifically find unattended wanderers and organize them to go to the street to beg for money. In order to arouse the sympathy of passers-by, they even deliberately cause injuries and disability. If the child was not too young, they were afraid that the child would accidentally kill him, so the child would not have lived in such a complete and complete life. Later, another older child who was taking care of the child had an accident. The child himself was smart and took the opportunity to run away and hide around the school. They never found her.

After the matter was explained, he asked the child's uncle and aunt's specific address, and the police then pushed him back. Muran stood there with a helpless look in his arms. A policeman sighed and said, "In this case, even if she is sent back, she will not have a good life." Muran was worried about this. When the child was sent back, he didn't know what kind of abuse he would suffer.

The policeman looked up at Muran, thought for a while and said, "Why don't you do this? I'll call you and you'll send your child to the city's homeless children's shelter?"
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