Chapter 172 The 172nd day since I stopped running...

Chapter 172 The 172nd day since I stopped running...

That morning, before dawn, Wen Chan and Chen Bozheng heard a knock on the door.

Wen Chan rubbed her eyes and glanced outside. It was dawn, with a dim light, but it was clearly not yet seven o'clock.

The knocking on the door continued.

Wen Chan was about to get up when Chen Bozheng sat up: "You continue sleeping, I'll go check the situation and see who's here."

Wen Chan agreed. She was extremely tired. Just the selection of contestants these past few days had exhausted her, not to mention that she had an overseas fund investment that required her to oversee.

Chen Bozheng's footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

But the cicadas, for some reason, were not sleepy at all. They really wanted to doze off, but they just couldn't fall asleep.

A very low sob came from outside.

Chen Bo and the monks were speaking in hushed tones, their voices barely audible.

Wen Chan's heart tightened, and an idea popped into her mind. She threw off the covers, slipped on her shoes, lifted the curtain, and went out.

In the living room, Wen Qunshu was holding a baby crying softly in his arms.

The child was wrapped in a thick blanket. The child was crying so hard that he could barely breathe, but his voice was not loud, and tears kept falling down his face.

Chen Bo was questioning Wen Qunshu and the monk about how the child came to be when he heard footsteps behind him and turned around.

In that instant, he saw a complex expression on Wen Chan's face, as if she were surprised, yet also as if she understood.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry to have woken you up. We need to take the child to the hospital."

The monk hurriedly said.

Wen Qunshu held the child, stiffly comforting him while saying to Wen Chan, "Yes, we don't know who abandoned this child at our doorstep in the middle of the night. If I hadn't come up to get up in the middle of the night, the child might not have survived. Look at him, frozen like this, it's practically murder!"

Wen Chan's body felt as if it had been struck by lightning.

She reached out, her hand trembling as she wiped away the tears from the child's eyes, and asked blankly, "Did you pick up this child?"

"That's right, I wonder who abandoned the child, it's a terrible thing!" Wen Qunshu stomped his foot and cursed, "I must make sure the police catch the person later."

Chen Bo reached out and touched the child's forehead. "We'll talk about these things later. The child has a high fever, so we need to take him to the hospital right away."

Wen Qunshu then remembered the important matter and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Chen Bo was going back inside to get his car keys when he saw Wen Chan following him in, still needing to change her clothes. He paused for a moment, then said, "You stay home, we'll go."

"No." Wen Chan bit her lower lip, quickly put on her coat, and picked up her wallet. "You men are not as meticulous as me. I'll go with you so that we can have more people to discuss things with."

That's what they say.

But when they took her to the hospital, where tests revealed that her child had a fever of 39 degrees Celsius and needed further examination, Wen Chan was stunned.

The doctor looked at them, his gaze landing on Wen Chan. "What vaccines has the child received? How could you take such good care of her?!"

The doctor's tone was clearly displeased, especially when his gaze fell on the child's thin and worn-out cotton clothes. He couldn't help but say angrily, "You parents are dressed so well, but even though the child is a girl, you can't mistreat her like this."

Wen Qunshu and the others then realized what was happening.

Wen Qunshu hurriedly explained, "Doctor, you've misunderstood. This isn't our CEO's daughter. Someone abandoned her at our doorstep. We found her, and seeing how badly she was burned, we didn't want to take her directly to the police station, so we brought her to the hospital."

The doctor paused, then looked closely at the girl and Wen Chan. "It really isn't her child?"

Chen Bozheng said, "Of course it can't be our child. If it were our child, how could we bear to treat the child like this?"

The doctor looked embarrassed. He patted the sobbing baby in his arms and said to Wen Chan, "So, you don't know anything about this child's condition. We'll probably have to do a lot of tests to determine why she has a high fever... this..."

The doctor looked troubled as he said this, "It's about the medical expenses."

"Money is no problem." Wen Chan snapped out of her daze, took out a wad of cash from her bag, didn't count it, and gave it directly to the doctor.

The doctor was taken aback, but also relieved. "It's good that you're willing to pay. Here, you wait here while I take the child for a checkup."

“I’ll go with you,” Wen Chan said.

Chen Bozheng pulled Wen Chan back. Wen Chan turned around and looked at Chen Bozheng with a blank expression. Chen Bozheng's heart trembled. He had never seen Wen Chan like this before. Chen Bozheng said, "You are not in good health. I should do this kind of thing."

The monk then realized that Wen Chan's constitution was worse than that of ordinary people, and he also tried to persuade her, "Yes, don't worry, it's the same for Zheng Ge."

Before Wen Chan could say anything, Chen Bozheng pressed her down into a chair and gave Wen Qunshu a few instructions before she went with the doctor.

Wen Chan's mind was still in turmoil at this moment.

At this time, the hospital was quiet and there weren't many people. The emergency room was dimly lit. Wen Qunshu went to pour a few glasses of water and came back to say to Wen Chan, "President Wen, I didn't realize you liked children so much. You were so worried when you saw that child was sick."

The monk kicked him.

Wen Chan held the cup; the warm water helped her regain some of her energy.

She gasped a few times, then subconsciously said, "Um, that child—"

"I guess they were discarded." Wen Qunshu took a sip of water, sat on the peeling bench, and examined the hygiene regulations hanging on the wall. "Now that we're implementing family planning, many people abandon their daughters in order to have a boy. It's a real tragedy."

Seeing that Wen Chan looked unwell, the monk kicked Wen Qunshu again.

Wen Qunshu then realized what was wrong, glanced at Wen Chan's face, and was startled. "President Wen, what's wrong? Is your heart bothering you? Do you need to take some medicine?"

The monk also became nervous.

Although Wen Chan had undergone surgery before, the disease was not completely cured, and the surgery itself made her body weaker than the average person.

Seeing their tense expressions, Wen Chan snapped out of her daze, took a sip of water, and waved her hand, saying, "I'm fine, I'm just a little cold."

"Cold?" Wen Qunshu said, "It is a bit cold at this time of day. How about I give you my coat?"

As he spoke, he began to take off his coat.

Wen Chan shook her head, "No need, I feel much better after drinking the water."

She gripped the water glass tightly.

Wen Qunshu exclaimed "Ah!" somewhat puzzled.

This is lukewarm water, how can it be so effective?

While they were pondering, time passed unnoticed. When footsteps echoed in the corridor, Wen Qunshu hadn't even reacted before Wen Chan rushed out.

The doctor and Chen Bo were talking.

Seeing Wen Chan's anxious expression and worried eyes, Chen Bozheng said, "The child was left in the infusion room upstairs and got a bacterial infection. Fortunately, it was discovered in time, but I'm afraid he'll have to stay in the hospital for several days."

"Yes, this child is very lucky to be alive," the doctor said. "The flu is very serious right now, and many children get infected as soon as they go out. Her condition is much milder than the flu."

Wen Chan finally felt relieved.

She exhaled.

Chen Bozheng held her shoulders and said, "I think we should stay here. You go back with Wen Qunshu. You can rest for a while, and Wen Qunshu can go buy some baby clothes, diapers, and other necessities. Also, go to the police station and have them register the incident. Maybe it's not child abandonment, but a lost child."

Wen Qunshu said, "How could that be? Why would we leave it at our doorstep if it were lost?"

Chen Bozheng said, "We can't draw any conclusions before we get results."

He tossed the keys to Wen Qunshu: "You're in charge of driving, be careful on the road."

Wen Qunshu's eyes lit up. "Alright, Mr. Wen, let's go."

The news that Wen Qunshu and his family had taken in a child spread like wildfire throughout the entire courtyard and among their relatives and friends that very day.

Zhao Dan sneered and said, "It must be that the girl's family didn't want to raise her. They knew that Wen Qunshu and the monk were rich, so they abandoned her to them. You were right to call the police. The girl's family might be watching your every move in secret. If they don't come out now, they'll come out and claim their child when she grows up and becomes successful."

Having not experienced much of the darker side of society, Xiao Pan's eyes widened upon hearing this: "Are there really people that bad?"

Boss Ye said, "What's so disgusting about this? There are plenty of things more disgusting than this. But it's strange, why didn't they give the child to someone else, but instead abandoned the child at Wen Qunshu's doorstep?"

Mr. Ye looked puzzled.

Children are usually abandoned at other people's doorsteps, either to married people who have no children or to elderly people who are lonely and need someone to take care of them.

Otherwise, who would want to raise someone else's child? It's not like they have too much money to burn.