(Minghui.org) I am a Falun Dafa practitioner in Fuyang and do woodwork in construction projects. One afternoon in August 2007, I was installing some wood surfacing in a house. While I was trimming a board on the rooftop, I didn't stop the chainsaw in time, and it cut into my thigh so deeply that I could see the bone. I had one thought: I was a practitioner and everything was fine because Teacher was protecting me. The strange things was, it didn't hurt a bit.
I climbed down awkwardly from the roof, and everyone was shocked upon seeing my leg. Someone said, “It's got to hurt like crazy with a big, open cut like that.” What surprised them even more was that the cut wasn't bleeding. Most of them knew that I was a practitioner, and someone commented, “Falun Dafa is truly magnificent. Unbelievable!”
The landlord quickly wrapped a piece of cloth around my thigh and had two men take me to a nearby clinic. The cloth fell off while I was walking, which scared many of the passersby. There were a few young men at the clinic, and they were also shocked to see the extent of my injury.
The doctor sat me on a bench in order to clean the wound. He found three large blood vessels inside my leg completely severed. He said, “I have been in this business for decades, but I've never seen a broken blood vessel that didn't bleed. This is unbelievable, amazing!” He pointed to one of the young men waiting in the clinic and said, “He was bit by a bug, and the swelling is still there after two months of treatment. There's an amazing discrepancy between the healing of his injury and yours.” The young man gave me a big thumbs up and said, “Falun Dafa is really miraculous!”
The doctor removed the wood chips from my thigh with tweezers and then told me to go to a big hospital, where they could surgically reconnect the blood vessels and stitch the wound properly. I replied that there was no need and asked him to simply close the wound himself. He used ten stitches, but one of them broke; I didn't mind.
The next day, my son was working on a construction project but couldn't find anyone to transport the dirt, so I helped him. After working all day, the wound neither hurt nor bled. I felt the blood vessels in my leg throbbing and thought that Teacher was helping me put them back together.
Afterward, my family saw some fluid coming out of the wound and asked a doctor to come and give me an IV. I wasn't thinking about it and didn't refuse. However, after the needle was inserted, my leg hurt a lot and then started bleeding. I suddenly thought: “I am a Falun Dafa practitioner, a practitioner during Fa rectification.” I quickly removed the needle.
Four days later, the doctor removed the stitches. Some fluid was still leaking from the wound, but stopped a few days later. The doctor was inspired by my incident and contacted me later. He was curious about Falun Dafa and is now a practitioner as well.
Falun Dafa brought many miracles into my life. My family used to dislike that I was a practitioner, because of the persecution. Now, they all believe in Dafa. My neighbors and relatives have said that we are a big happy family: my son and daughter-in-law, grandchildren, and parents. I told them that these were all blessings from Falun Dafa.
