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Child Abuse In Ningbo Anger Netizens

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Daddy, please don’t hit me anymore

It is truly difficult to believe that in this day and age there can be such a cruel thing and such an inhuman father.

The children have temporarily been sent to the town welfare center/orphanage, and the father is temporarily living at the police station. But I don’t know how many days this can last.

Friends, you haven’t lived their lives, you have never seen such a situation. But if you ever do, that desire to help but being unable to do so, that feeling of helplessness, witnessing the child suffer hardship is more tragic than anything. In fact, I too cannot endure much longer.

Due to the nature and extent of the children’s injuries, the relevant authorities
contacted the local charity center, and the children were sent there temporarily.
Spokesman for the relevant authorities indicated that they would be cared for,
and for the moment, were being removed from their father’s care for their own
protection.

Childhood is a pure and free time, it should be full of happiness, playing, carefree, and full of hope for the future. But in the eyes of this five year old, childhood isn't so beautiful. All he faces each day is his father's beatings; is the hunger in his belly; this is a face that does not dare to face other people's eyes; a face that sees other people having fun and playing, while he himself is locked inside all day.

These feet were just cut by his father using needles and scissors.

The head has already has a large wound.

These injuries were from a beating today. No! They are cuts from a knife!

This is the broom that was just used to hit the child. It has been broken, there is blood all over the floor.

This is the children's father, Yang Quansheng. He's from Jiangxi, he came to Ningbo to work. He is a painter. The two children's mother already left the family two years ago, fleeing his beatings.

I asked him: How long have you been beating the children? He said: Three years. I asked: In these three years, do you beat them often? He said: Almost every day.

I asked him: Why do you beat them every day? Him: I asked how old he is, he couldn't answer. I got angry and beat him. I asked: Do you dislike your child? Him: I love my child, so I hit him.

The doctor carefully treating the child's wounds.

The doctor carefully treating the child's wounds.

The doctor carefully treating the child's wounds.

When the doctor was stitching up the child's wounds, anesthetic wasn't used so recovery would be quicker. The child was strong throughout, never making a single whimper, or shedding a single tear.

The child's experiences and strength moved the entire hospital, with everyone present shedding tears. A helpful ayi (auntie) dressed the child, and brought some bread and milk for the children to eat. An old grandmother said while crying: "The child is only five years old and has already met this hardship, and undergoing surgery without anesthesia is something even adults could not endure without screaming. Yet this child did not even shed a tear. How could there be a father like this? The children's live worse than dogs."

We often say that children are the motherland's flowers, but what about these forgotten, abused flowers? Who should we hold accountable, could it only be their father? Cherishing children isn't something that can be accomplished through a single Children's Day holiday!