When she heard she was there to visit Kangkang, the Director led her to the children’s room to find him.
In the not-so-large children’s room, many children were playing and frolicking.
Only Kangkang sat in the corner on the carpet, very focused on playing with his small train.
"Kangkang, come play, come play with us." A little girl, about three or four years old, stepped forward to pull his arm, but he did not even look up, impatiently shaking his hand to free himself.
"Never mind him, he’s a fool, let’s play by ourselves, not with him."
A little boy pulled the little girl away, and Kangkang continued playing with his train, not hearing a thing.
Children’s words are naturally unfiltered, but hearing them call Kangkang a fool still made An Ruo’s heart uncomfortable.
He wasn’t a fool, he was just... sick.
Approaching Kangkang, An Ruo squatted down and reached out to stroke his fluffy little head: "Kangkang, Auntie came to see you, do you remember Auntie?"
He didn’t respond to her, he didn’t even hear what she said.
The Director stepped forward and said, "Actually, Kangkang’s illness can be cured."
An Ruo looked up in surprise.
"Previously, we took him to see a specialist in this area. The specialist said that his autism was acquired, not congenital. So, curing his illness is not impossible."
"Yes, we don’t know how he fell ill. There are too many children here, and we can’t take good care of each one, so we feel very sorry about this." the Director said apologetically.
An Ruo found it strange, even if children in the orphanage aren’t as pampered as those at home, they shouldn’t have a tendency towards autism.
There were many children here, surely there were other children who would play with him. How did he develop autism then?
But such matters couldn’t be analyzed based solely on appearances.
Moreover, autism isn’t necessarily formed from not interacting with other people and things.
"Previously, there were people who wanted to adopt Kangkang, but upon learning that he was ill, they all chose to give up. This child’s future will be very pitiful. According to the orphanage’s regulations, children should leave here when they come of age, but we will try our best to find a job suitable for Kangkang," the Director added.
An Ruo looked at the little one, thinking to herself, with him , what kind of job could be suitable for him?
He doesn’t interact with people and society; he would definitely be unable to live on his own when he grows up.
"Director, I want to pay for Kangkang’s treatment, is that okay?" she decided almost without hesitation.
Kangkang was only two years old currently; his condition would definitely improve with a few years of treatment. Once he grew up, he would live like a normal person.
She wanted him to become normal. She liked this child; she wanted him to be happy.
"Of course, that’s okay! Miss An, you really are a very kind person," the Director said with a beaming smile, his eyes gleaming with a complexity that An Ruo couldn’t understand.
"Director, I also want to adopt him. Rest assured, I will treat him well, like a mother would," An Ruo made another decision.
Since she had decided to pay for his medical treatment, why not adopt him and create a good environment for his treatment?
Her child was gone; she would raise him as her own child. He would be her child in the future; he would also be her solace.
The Director paused, then smiled and said, "Adoption isn’t just something you talk about, I will apply for it. If it’s possible, I will agree to your adoption."