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Half a month later, I received the surveillance footage of my son being attacked.
Four children pinned Qiqi down, and the leader, a tall and burly boy clearly older than my son, sat on his back, mercilessly striking him on the head with a ping pong paddle. One hit after another, at first Qiqi cried out and struggled, but gradually he fell silent. After a full twenty minutes, the other three children released their hold on him, yet my son remained there, motionless.
The leader wasn’t finished; he kicked Qiqi in the ribs and sneered, “What are you pretending to be dead for? Get up and bow to me, or I’ll beat you every day!”
The homeroom teacher, Teacher Li, rushed over. “Jia Xiaoyong, what are you doing?”
The boy named Jia Xiaoyong glanced disdainfully at Teacher Li and waved his hand to the other three. “Let’s go; no need to restrain him!”
Teacher Li called for help. “ director Jia, Xiao Yong is causing trouble!”
Watching this scene tore at my heart, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Was this what they referred to as “playful scuffles among classmates”?
Without hesitation, I reported it to the police again, and this time they opened a case. I let out a deep breath filled with resentment. But before I could get any answers, I was summoned first. The reason? My method of obtaining the footage was illegal!
Nurse Xiao Zhou’s boyfriend was an IT genius; he hacked into the school’s network and accessed the cloud storage where the footage was kept. The school had deleted the surveillance from their computers, but the content remained in the cloud. Now the school was suing us for cybercrime!
I rushed to appeal to the relevant authorities but received a response that stated, “One matter does not negate another!” Consulting with a lawyer revealed that their accusations had legal grounds. I had already caused Xiao Zhou to lose her job; if her boyfriend faced repercussions too, I would feel terrible for this young couple who stood for justice!
Yet Xiao Zhou and her boyfriend did not blame me; instead of resentment, they shared the entire incident online.
The situation escalated. Online commentators thrust this elementary, middle, and high school integrated Private School into the spotlight:
“What is cybercrime? A school that educates students is covering up crimes and hiding evidence—do they still have a leg to stand on?”
“Support! The school is guilty!”
…
My lawyer formally listed the school and the four assailants as defendants in a lawsuit. You fight your battles; I’ll fight mine.
Occasionally, netizens spontaneously visited Qiqi in the hospital, bringing us food, drinks, supplies, and even money. The source of the video became a non-issue.
The parents of the four children who assaulted my son had yet to show up, but my lawyer remained optimistic. "Mr. Hu, the evidence is solid; winning this case is almost a certainty."
But then, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
The video evidence was accepted by the relevant authorities, but the ringleader of the assault was under 14 years old and, according to juvenile protection laws, could not be held criminally responsible. The evidence indicated that the other three children were merely accomplices and did not directly participate in the violence, limiting their liability. They suggested that both parties settle out of court and discuss civil compensation.
These little demons would only face civil liability?
I thought of the scars on my son's head, his trembling form, and his helpless gaze.
Rage burned fiercely within me, nearly consuming my entire being.
I stood up abruptly and shouted, "They beat my son to this extent, and that's all there is to it?"
The opposing party was startled by my sudden outburst but quickly regained their composure. "Mr. Hu, please calm down. We understand your feelings, but the law must be based on facts."
I weakly released my grip.
The laws meant to protect minors had become a shield for these unruly children!
My son is also a minor; who will protect his rights?
Jia Xiaoyong was in his senior year at this school; how could he possibly be under 14 years old?
Six years of elementary school, three years of middle school, and two and a half years of high school—did he start elementary school at three years old?
Yet the documentation provided by the other party indeed showed he was just over 13!
It was clearly raining, yet Jia had enough evidence to prove it was sunny!
The judgment came down: Jia Xiaoyong and the other three children were ordered to compensate us for medical expenses, lost wages, caregiving costs, and emotional distress—a total of 3.6 million yuan! Jia Xiaoyong would bear fifty percent of this amount while the other three shared the remaining fifty percent.
The legal consultant from Jincheng Group wore gold-rimmed glasses and appeared to be a refined scoundrel. "Mr. Hu, on behalf of my clients Jia Qianjin and Jia Xiaoyong, I’m here to discuss civil compensation."
I weakly gestured for him to continue.
"My client Mr. Jia Qianjin does not have sufficient capacity to pay compensation!"
The richest man in Jiangcheng claimed he couldn't afford 1.8 million? Was there anything more absurd than this?
"The maximum he can afford won't exceed 300,000 yuan," he said, presenting a document. "If you agree, please sign here."
"I do not agree!" I suddenly stood up. "You can leave; let the court handle it."
Xiao Si remained unruffled, speaking slowly and calmly. "Of course, even if the court conducts a financial assessment on my client, his repayment ability won't exceed this amount!"
Get lost.
But the documents from the enforcement department left me dumbfounded.
Jia Qianjin was the legal guardian of Jia Dayong; however, all his assets were under his wife's name, and all investments were made in her name! Furthermore, they had divorced many years ago.
My lawyer also expressed concern: "Mr. Hu, this case is a bit tricky! The other party is a minor and clearly has planned this meticulously... I suggest we take whatever we can get."
I refuse to accept this. Jia's refusal to compensate, along with the other three companies, has dragged the situation on. Yet, I still have to pay over twenty thousand yuan each month for the hospital and nursing care.
From time to time, men in black suits and sunglasses would come to the hospital under the pretense of visiting. They would use the softest words to deliver the most vicious threats: "No matter what, your son is still breathing. If anything were to happen to you or if your son were to make a mistake, it would be too late for regrets... Why put yourself through this?"
Even the hospital pressured me: "Mr. Hu, we may not be able to perform surgery on your son unless..."
Fine, for my son's sake, I endured it.
The surgery went smoothly. After his discharge, my son was taken away by sister Jiang.
I cautiously emerged from my hiding place. I fought desperately for justice. My son had been declared critically ill multiple times, yet the assailants not only avoided criminal responsibility but also refused to fulfill their civil obligations.
How could it make sense that a high school student under fourteen years old and a child just over three years old could be justified in this way?
Clearly, they were leaders in the private sector of the provincial capital, willing to spend hundreds of thousands on legal fees for defense but unwilling to take on their legal responsibilities. Why?
A drop of water cannot pierce through stone; instead, the stone exploded first.
One night, my rental apartment door was smashed open. Several men in white coats armed with electric prods stormed in. Before I could react, I fainted from the pain, numbness, and spasms caused by the electric shock.
When I regained consciousness, my hands and feet were strapped to a hospital bed.
"Where is this?" I asked in fear.
"A psychiatric hospital," replied a man in a white coat coldly.
"Why have you brought me here?"
"You are now classified as having a secondary mental disability and must receive treatment here."
"That's nonsense! I'm perfectly sane! I want to leave!" I shouted.
He merely glanced at me coldly before opening the door. Two tall men entered and jabbed their electric prods into me. Amidst the flickering blue arcs and the crackling sound of electricity, I lost consciousness once more.
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