"Doctor?" Hearing Dudian's words, a young woman in a gray-white coat in the crowd suddenly lit up her eyes and she said to Dudian: "Little kid, I am a doctor. Are you willing to be my child?"

Dudian had noticed her for a long time, but she didn't expect that she would speak up before she could ask her. He originally refused the gardener with an adventurous attitude, but he thought that others were afraid of offending the other party and dared not choose him anymore. Now it seems that the other party's identity does not seem that scary.

Dudian didn't know that doctors were even rarer in this world than he thought. Although they were still civilian professions, they were the only senior professions of many civilian professions who could come into contact with nobles. If the manager of the Meer family came, naturally no one would dare to ask for the children he liked. But a mere gardener could only suppress some "miners" and "tailors" first-class ordinary civilians.

Dudian then looked at her face. The lines on his cheeks were very soft, and there were two shallow dimples when he smiled, which made his mind feel gentle as his mother when preparing breakfast for him. He felt sad. He lowered his head and was silent for a while before nodding gently: "I do."

The middle-aged man looked a little ugly, but after looking at the young woman, he still held back and said nothing more. He just secretly regretted Dudian. After all, he was too young and had short-sighted knowledge. Although doctors were good, not every doctor's child could learn the skills of his parents. This was an extremely difficult profession. If he spent a lot of energy, he still didn't learn it in the end and wanted to change careers and do something else. It was too late and he could only become a low-level coolie.

But the gardener is different. As long as you have a good memory, you can buy it soon. Moreover, as a gardener of the Mel family, you can not only get out of a dirty place like a slum, but you can also inherit his identity as a gardener in the future and stay in the Mel family for the rest of your life. This is a good thing that no one dares to imagine in dreams.

What a pity, what a pity!

The middle-aged man shook his head.

When other children saw that this young woman in the doctor profession had chosen Dudian, they couldn't help but look ugly. Patton and other deformed children were better. Although they were a little jealous, they were more envious. For those healthy children, this was undoubtedly Dudian who stole their precious opportunity, and he couldn't help but feel resentment and jealousy.

Aunt Dai smiled in her eyes. Dudian was one of the few children in the orphanage that she liked. It doesn’t matter whether she is stupid or not. At least her white and clean skin makes people feel comfortable. She turned around and said to the young woman: “Dudian is very obedient and well-behaved here. I hope you take good care of him in the future and wish your family a happy life.”

"I can." The young woman smiled and was very happy in her heart.

"Mina, take them to go through the household registration procedures." Aunt Dai said to a middle-aged woman next to her.

The middle-aged woman named ‘Mina’ waved to Dudian and smiled at the young woman, "Come with me."

"Come on Dean!"

"Dian, don't forget us!"

"Remember to come back and see us when you have time!"

Patton and other deformed children were reluctant to leave.

Dudian has been taken care of by them in the past three months and smiled and said, "I will come back, but don't be too discouraged. Maybe when I come back, you will all be adopted."

Although Patton and other deformed children knew him well, they still laughed.

"I'll choose you." When Dudian was about to leave, he suddenly heard the middle-aged Mr. Gardener's words and couldn't help but look at him, pointing at Lisa in the crowd and smiling: "Little girl, you are quite well-behaved, how about being my daughter?"

Lisa looked at him blankly, looking disbelief.

The other healthy children surrounding her couldn't help but look at her with envy.

Dudian glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, walked to Aunt Mina, and left the open space with her and the "mom" who was about to become her name.

From then on, he and the other children in this orphanage will live in their own families, and from then on they will be separated from each other and may not meet again.

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The household registration procedures for orphanages are very simple.

First, verify the identity proof of the adopter.

Second, verify the adopter's work certificate.

The purpose of the above two points is to confirm whether the adopter meets the adoption conditions stipulated by the law.

If you don’t have a job or work is the cheapest coolie, you will not be qualified to adopt a child.

The last third point is to sign a contract, confirm the adoption relationship between the two parties, and at the same time transfer the orphanage to the household registration applied for by Dudian to the adopter's name.

Last and most importantly, adoption money!

Yes, this is the main source of income for orphanages in this world. In the orphanages in the old era, they only needed to have the conditions for adoption, and they did not require money. But the difference here is that it is adopted, but in fact it is equivalent to "selling". In a sense, it is the same as the human traffickers in the old era. The only difference is that it is legal here.

Dudian had never seen coins in this world, but saw that his nominal "mother" took out a thick stack of green paper money, which was about the same size as the old paper money. It was printed on it with a tall huge wall, quite like the giant wall of Sylvia.

Seeing her handing the stack of coins that had obviously been ticked out to Aunt Mina, who was smiling, Dudian realized why they accepted them so easily when he first came to the orphanage. Although the orphanage was so tight and the surrounding environment was so dilapidated, they still selflessly divided the food and residence for him, an irrelevant stranger. It turned out that the few months he had lived here could bring them such a large amount of money.

A gentle sigh in his heart, Dudian felt that he might have to recognize the difference between the two worlds. Survival of the fittest, either adapt to this world or let the world adapt to himself.

At this time, after paying the adoption money, the young woman put away the contract signed by both parties, bent down and stroked Dudian's hair, and said gently: "Child, I will be your mother in the future, my name is Jula."

Dudian looked at her light brown eyes and knew that this woman would be the only support she would have before growing up in the future. He was silent for a while and said, "Can I call you Aunt Ju first?"

Jula was slightly stunned.

Mina, who was sorting out the contract next to her, shouted softly when she heard this, "Don't be unruly. From now on, she is your mother. You must treat her well in the future, don't lose the name of our orphanage."

"It's okay." Jura smiled slightly, stroked Dudian's hair, and said gently: "You want to call me Aunt Ju, Aunt Ju, first, I will wait until you get used to it."

Dudian felt a little warm in his heart and said softly: "Thank you."

He is really grateful because he knows that once he is adopted, his life and death will be in the hands of the adopter, and he also knows from other children that in this world, even if parents beat their children to death, it is... legal.

Jura smiled slightly, "Let's go back and take you to see your new home."

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Jura's home is in a residential area.

The living environment here is all ordinary residents with work, and the living environment is very different from that of slums. The smell in the air alone is much fresher, without the smell of feces or the smell of rotten things.

Among the huge residential areas, Jura's living conditions are also relatively upstream. Her family lives on the south side of the residential area. The land price here is twice as high as the north, because the north is close to the slums and the south is close to the commercial area.

Those who can live in commercial areas are either big men with military positions or wealthy businessmen. The money spent by wavering their hands is astronomical figures that people in residential areas will never earn in their entire lives.
Chapter completed!