A nine-year-old boy came to the hospital all alone and complained of severe stomach pain: when the doctors examined him, they were horrified by what they saw

A nine-year-old boy came to the hospital all alone and complained of severe stomach pain: when the doctors examined him, they were horrified by what they saw 😱😱

Late in the evening, the doors of the emergency room swung open and a skinny boy of about nine walked in. He was alone, wearing old clothes far too big for his small body. His face was pale, his lips trembled, and his hands clutched his stomach tightly.

— It… hurts so much… my stomach… — he whispered faintly.

The nurse was taken aback: the child had come completely alone. She immediately called the on-duty doctor, and the boy was led into the examination room.

The doctor tried to find out something:

— What’s your name? Where are your parents? Did you fall, hurt yourself?

But the boy only shook his head and repeated the same thing:

— My stomach hurts… badly…

He said nothing about his mother, father, or home. It seemed as if he was afraid to speak.

The doctors, worried about his condition, immediately ordered tests and an X-ray. When the images appeared on the screen, everyone in the room froze 😱😱 Continued in the first comment 👇👇

Inside the boy’s intestines, a long metallic object was clearly visible.

— A nail… — one of the surgeons said, unable to believe his eyes.

The boy was immediately prepared for surgery. The doctors worked with extreme caution: any wrong move could cause bleeding.

When the rusty, sharp nail was finally in the surgeon’s hands, the entire team sighed in relief. The child had miraculously survived.

But the main questions remained unanswered: how could a nine-year-old boy swallow a nail?

After the operation, a psychologist and a social worker tried to talk to him. At first the boy was silent, staring stubbornly at the floor, and then he quietly said in a trembling voice:

— Dad said… I have to… if I don’t, something bad will happen to me…

The doctors exchanged glances. Slowly, from the broken phrases, a terrifying picture emerged. It turned out that the father had forced the boy to swallow various objects — nails, screws, spoiled food.

He recorded it all on his phone and posted it online to earn views and “likes.”

The boy cried as he explained that every “task” ended in pain, but he never dared to disobey.

The story shocked the hospital. Police and child protection services were immediately called. The father was arrested, and the boy was placed under protection.

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