The programmer and his woman

Chapter 110: Difficulty in Seeking Justice

During this long wait, my consciousness gradually blurred, but I was awakened by constant noise. My head was carefully wrapped in gauze, and a net bag was covered on the outside to fix and protect the wound. Then, the nurse hung an infusion bottle on me. Watching the medicine dripping slowly, I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, someone came to take care of me.

Through the hazy vision, I saw the figures of my family. It turned out that because of their arrival, they paid more fees for me and allowed me to receive better treatment. My mother held my hand tightly with tears in her eyes, and my father stood silently beside me with a frown. The medicines and caring words they brought made me feel the warmth of home.

"Dongzi's mother, please let the child rest for a while." The father said softly to the mother. I forced a smile and comforted them: "Mom and Dad, I'm really fine, you can go back first, don't worry about me."

At this time, Xiaoxia walked into the ward with a thermos lunch box in her hand. She looked at me tenderly and said softly, "Wang Dong, I made some food for you at home, eat it while it's hot." I nodded, feeling grateful.

During the meal, the old man next to me started to complain. He sighed and said helplessly: "Look at how nice this young couple is. They even have people bringing them food. Look at me. My old woman didn't come to see me even though she knew I was in the hospital. I just called her to send me some food, and guess what she said? She said she was out dancing and didn't have time to come. What do you want her to do with this old woman?"

Xiaoxia and I smiled at each other, and then I looked at the old man and said, "Uncle, I brought a lot of food, how about you eat some first to fill your stomach?" The old man waved his hand and said with a smile, "No, no, I can still move, I will go out to buy some food later."

After that, the old man talked to me a lot, and his words made me fall into deep thought. He mentioned the matter of lawsuits, and said that if the family was unwilling to pay compensation, he suggested that I go to court to sue them. I sighed helplessly, thinking that I didn't understand the matter of lawsuits, and I didn't know how to operate. But seeing my miserable condition, I couldn't just let it go. I decided to go to the police station after I was discharged from the hospital to understand the situation and see if I could protect my rights through legal means.

During the days in the observation room, I could hardly fall asleep. The lights here were very bright and on 24 hours a day, which made it difficult to adapt. What I couldn't stand the most was that there was a mentally ill patient here. He kept making loud noises in the room and said he wanted to jump off the building to commit suicide. Whenever it was late at night, his voice would become more piercing and terrifying. I could only try to ignore his noise, but that voice pierced my heart like a sharp knife, making it impossible for me to sleep peacefully.

Later, when her colleagues came to the hospital one after another, I overheard their conversation, and the content shocked me. I originally thought that the woman who often made noises in the ward and claimed to jump off the building was a real mental patient, but I didn't expect that she was actually a very scheming person.

From their conversation, I learned that this woman had changed several workplaces, and she would repeat the same thing in each place. Soon after she joined the company, she would start to take unlimited sick leave, not because she was really sick, but because she wanted the company to think that she was not competent for the job, so that they would take the initiative to fire her and give her a large compensation.

If the company did not compromise, she would come to the hospital and create all kinds of false suicides, forcing the company to send someone to accompany her and persuade her. Her method has worked many times, and the previous companies chose to compromise because they could not bear it and gave her a sum of money to fire her.

Now, she has caused such a drama for the second time in this new company. Colleagues are negotiating with her to try to find a solution acceptable to both parties. It is said that the company is considering whether to compromise again to avoid greater trouble.

I was stunned when I heard this. This is unbelievable. It turns out that you can do this at work, using your health and life as a bargaining chip to force the company to comply. This practice is not only despicable, but also extremely irresponsible. It is a great harm to yourself, the company, and society.

Although the bed charges in the observation room were relatively reasonable, the accumulated fees for infusion and dressing changes over the past few days had cost my family thousands of yuan. Every day, I watched the numbers on the expense list climb, and I couldn't help but feel anxious. I got up and moved around a little, and I felt that my leg injury seemed to have improved. But when I thought about the medical expenses that might be needed in the future, and that there was no clear compensation information from the bus company and the truck driver, I began to realize that I couldn't go on like this.

My family is not wealthy, and they are all honest people. Although they are worried about my injuries, no one dares to easily cause trouble to the bus company or the truck driver. I understand their concerns and I am aware of the complexity of this matter, but I can't just sit back and let the medical expenses continue to accumulate.

After careful consideration, I decided to leave the hospital early and go home to recuperate. Although the facilities and treatment conditions in the hospital are better, the high cost is beyond my ability to bear. I believe that as long as I rest well at home and take medicine on time, the injuries to my head and legs will gradually recover.

A month passed in the blink of an eye. With my careful care, the leg injury has basically recovered. The stitches on the head wound have been removed. Although the hair on the head may never grow again and a long and deep scar is left there, fortunately it does not affect my daily life.

I felt that I had almost recovered, so I decided to go to the police station in charge of this case to find out the situation. I hoped that they could give me a clear answer and tell me whether the bus company and the truck driver were willing to bear my medical expenses. At the same time, I also wanted to understand the progress of the case and see if it was possible to protect my rights through legal means. Although I knew nothing about legal procedures, I knew that this was the only way I could rely on.

The moment I stepped into the police station, the sun shone through the windows onto the neat office area, reflecting the busy figures of the police. I glanced over and happened to catch the policeman who handled my accident that day. He was wearing a neat uniform and was working on documents with his head down, seemingly unaware of my arrival.

I took a deep breath, walked towards him steadily, and tapped his desk gently. He looked up with a questioning look in his eyes. I smiled and nodded to him, then got straight to the point and explained my purpose.

"Hello, officer. I am the victim of the bus accident that day. I am here to learn about the progress of the case."

He nodded, motioned for me to sit down, and then asked, "I was just looking for you. Did you bring your ID card?"

"I have it." I quickly took out my ID card from my pocket and handed it to him.

"Okay, go make a copy. It's right next to it. Oh, yes, that's it." He said, pointing to a copy machine not far away.

I followed his instructions and walked to the copy machine, only to find that the price tag said "copying the ID card for 5 yuan." I couldn't help but frown and muttered to myself, "Isn't it 2 yuan to print this outside?"

I turned to look at the policeman and asked with some confusion: "Officer, why is the copying fee so expensive?"

He smiled and explained, "There are no other copy shops in this area, and we have specific formats and requirements for copying ID cards. The ones you print outside may not meet the regulations. So, I suggest you make the copies here."

After hearing what he said, I had no choice but to take out five yuan and hand it to the staff next to me.

After I copied my ID card, I went back to the police and asked, "Officer, I want to ask about the truck driver who hit me. Can I meet him?"

He pondered for a moment, then suggested: "I suggest that you don't ask the truck driver for compensation. He is a driver who caused such a big accident, and his personal compensation ability is limited. As far as I know, he also has to compensate for the losses of the two accident vehicles. So, I think you should try to contact the bus company."

I sighed and said, "Someone from the bus company contacted me, but they disagreed on the responsibility for the accident and the corresponding compensation liability."

He spread his hands and said to me, "Well, there's nothing I can do about it." The police's response made me feel helpless, "You need to negotiate. Although we can assist in the investigation, the specific compensation matters still need to be decided by both of you."

I argued anxiously, "You can't say that. Shouldn't the police make a fair determination of responsibility? As victims, shouldn't we get due compensation? I still have more than 1,000 yuan to pay for my treatment in the hospital. I brought all the receipts with me today."

The policeman seemed helpless about this: "I understand your difficulties, but the current situation is that the bus company is seeking compensation from the truck driver, but the truck driver said that he is in financial difficulties and cannot afford the compensation. In this case, the bus company has not received any compensation, so they will naturally not advance the money to you."

I asked anxiously: "Shouldn't the carrier be responsible for the passengers? Shouldn't they ensure our safety?"

The policeman sighed: "No matter how much I say to you about this matter, it will be useless. The matter of compensation really needs to be negotiated between the two of you."

I realized that I couldn't get the answer I wanted here, so I decided to find their leader to report the situation. But when I mentioned that I wanted to find the leader, the police advised me to come back another day because the leader was not there.

I thought I could get some help here, but the development of the matter made me feel disappointed. As soon as I stepped out of the police station, I saw two people walking into the police station. One of the police officers shouted "Chief" loudly, which made me happy. I thought to myself, isn't this the person I'm looking for? So I followed them, and saw them turn a corner, swipe a card to open an iron gate and go upstairs.

I thought to myself, there is a second floor here, the director's office should be upstairs. I was eager to go up to the director to ask him about it, but the police stopped me.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you looking at there?" the policeman asked impatiently.

"I'm looking for the director." I responded eagerly.

"Who are you? Can you see the director whenever you want? The director is very busy now and has no time. Go away quickly." After saying this, the policeman turned and left without paying any attention to me.

I stood there, staring at the iron gate in a daze. I wondered how I could see the director. Just as I was racking my brains, the policeman who had just followed the director upstairs came out after finishing his business. He swiped his card to open the iron gate, and walked out without even looking at me. I was quick to block the iron gate that was about to close, reopened it, and walked up.

The police station is not big, it only has two floors. I went to the second floor, and there was only one room upstairs. No need to guess, this must be the director's office. I took a deep breath and walked in with courage.

The door was not closed tightly, so I gently pushed it open and saw the director lying on the bed watching TV. This scene shocked me. How could this be an office? I asked cautiously, "Excuse me, are you the director here?"

The director was immersed in the laughter of the TV program and was startled when he heard my voice: "Who are you? How did you get in?"

I quickly explained: "I am the victim of that bus accident, and I want to learn about the compensation situation in this case."

The director did not respond to me immediately after hearing this. Instead, he shouted downstairs, "Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang, how did you guard the door? Why do you let anyone upstairs?"

When Xiao Zhang heard someone coming upstairs, he hurried up. When he saw it was me, his face immediately turned ugly: "Didn't I tell you to leave? Why did you sneak up here? Come down quickly!" After that, he carried me downstairs.

I struggled and shouted, "How could you treat me like this? I'm going to sue you!"

Xiao Zhang responded with disdain: "Go, go, go and sue me." Then he pushed me out the door. I stood at the door, feeling helpless and angry. What's wrong with this world? Is there no one willing to seek justice for us victims?

I dragged my exhausted body back home, my heart filled with confusion and anger about the accident. The scenes in the accident were still vivid in my mind, especially the indifferent attitude of the bus company and the perfunctory handling of the police station, which made me feel deeply unfair. So I decided to seek legal aid, hoping to get justice for me.

However, when I contacted the relevant legal aid department with great hope, they told me coldly that my situation did not meet the scope of their assistance. This news was like a cold water poured over my head, leaving me feeling disappointed and helpless.

In anger, I decided to make my experience public. I wrote an article about my experience in the car accident, the bad attitude of the bus company, and my helpless experience at the police station, and posted it on the local news website. I hope that through the power of the media, I can attract social attention and let more people know about my experience.

Sure enough, my article soon attracted the attention of relevant people. Not only did a lawyer contact me and express his willingness to provide me with legal assistance, but the police also came to my door. However, when I learned the purpose of the police's visit, I was a little surprised. I was not at home when they came. They sternly notified my father and asked me to immediately remove the article from the Internet and write a statement to clarify that the so-called "random charges", "beds in the office", "TV sets" and other things were all made up by me. Otherwise, the consequences will be at your own risk.

After the police left, my father called me with a serious face. His tone was full of fear and worry, fearing that I would get into trouble because of this article. He advised me not to pursue the matter further, saying that we couldn't afford to offend those officials, and asked me to withdraw the article immediately and write an apology letter to the other party.

I was naturally angry after hearing this, and felt that my father's words were too weak. But when I heard his nervous, anxious and trembling voice, I couldn't bear to refuse him. I knew he was doing this for my own good, and was afraid that I would pay a heavy price for my momentary impulse. So, I took a deep breath, suppressed my anger, removed the article according to my father's wishes, and faxed a letter of clarification to the other party.

However, my resentment did not subside. I decided to contact a lawyer and seek his help. After understanding my situation, the lawyer suggested that I sue the bus company. With the intervention of the lawyer, the bus company finally began to pay attention to my request and took the initiative to negotiate with me to deal with the matter.

Although the bus company's attitude has changed, my trust in them has been completely lost. I know that it was because of my article that attracted attention that they had to take my demands seriously. However, I still cannot forget their indifference and perfunctory attitude after the accident. I decided not to settle the matter privately, but to hand it over to a lawyer to handle it and let the law seek justice for me.