(Minghui.org) In the afternoon on September 18, 2013, my wife gave birth to a baby boy, 20 days overdue, at Lingyuan City Hospital in Liaoning Province.

When the baby was born, he was suffering from severe asphyxia. His whole body was pale. After emergency treatment, he started breathing but had no body warmth and had to be placed in an incubator for observation and care.

The baby also had a heart murmur. He couldn’t cry. He couldn’t nurse. He couldn’t pass waste. A nasal feeding tube had to be inserted, but he could only take in one milliliter of milk each time. Sometimes, even that amount was too much. Blood clots were sucked out of his stomach.

The doctor said the baby had seven life-threatening conditions: asphyxia, congenital heart disease, gastrointestinal bleeding, renal failure, gastrointestinal malfunction, aspiration pneumonia (amniotic fluid turbidity and meconium), and cerebral anoxia.

Any one of them could be fatal. The doctor declared there was nothing more he could do and recommended that we transfer the baby to another hospital.

I can’t even begin to describe how I felt when I heard the doctor’s pronouncement. Such a small life, in this world for such a few short hours, yet burdened with that much suffering.

My wife had carried the baby for ten months, how could we just let him go? His reincarnation to our family had to be some kind of predestined relationship. There was no way I could give up on our son without a fight. I had to do my utmost to save his life.

My wife and I summoned our last bit of hope and left for Chaoyang Hospital. There, the diagnosis was the same.

The chief physician shook his head with regret and frustration, “I have been a doctor for many years. I’ve never run into such a seriously complicated case such as your son’s.”

He added, “Even if you spent a hundred thousand, two hundred thousand yuan on his treatment, it would just be a waste of your money. Even if he survived, he would have to have regular blood transfusions and dialysis. A baby with severe hypoxia can easily develop cerebral palsy. Your baby is so young, how could he stand such torment!”

The doctor’s words were like ice water on a flame, dousing our last bit of hope. We looked at our dying son with hearts filled with agony. There was nothing to do but stagger home to Lingyuan with our son.

An aunt who practiced Falun Gong learned of our ordeal and came to visit us. I remembered she had advised us to say “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” before, but we were too preoccupied with seeking medical help and relying on modern science to pay her much attention.

Now that we were at our wit’s end, we figured there was nothing to lose to give it a try, although we entertained no faith or conviction.

But, how could a few words cure a life-threatening condition?

My aunt patiently explained, “Falun Dafa is Buddha Law. Saying those few words are like chanting the mantra. Dafa’s Master will then protect you.”

She went on to cite many examples of miraculous cures from Dafa, increasing my determination to give “Falun Dafa is good” a serious try.

And so, I sat beside my son and recited “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” over and over, pleading with Dafa’s Master to save my son’s life.

I recited the words as soon as I arose every morning. I recited the words day and night during my every waking moment.

On the twelfth day, the tube inserted into my son’s nostril was somehow knocked out, yet he could breathe normally. His entire body was a healthy color. He was able to pass waste.

Slowly, my son learned how to suckle. He would cry from hunger. He slept when he was full. We soon stopped his medication.

We were all incredulous, even though we all bore witness to the restoration of his health in just two weeks.

On the fifteenth day, I took my son to the Chaoyang Hospital for a comprehensive exam. The result of every test and every lab finding was normal.

When I brought the good news home to my parents, they burst into tears and announced loudly, “We have to thank Falun Dafa. Dafa’s Master Li has saved our grandson! We hereby prostrate ourselves on the floor and kowtow to Master!”

By that time, I, too, was completely won over: Falun Dafa is the truest science. It is the highest science. Our entire family is grateful to Falun Dafa. We are all grateful to Dafa’s compassionate Master who has granted us salvation!