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“Don't Ever Forget That Your Master Healed You!”

March 31, 2016 |   By Falun Dafa practitioner Yingzi

(Minghui.org) I am a farmer's wife, but for 20 years I could hardly do any household chores, let alone work in the fields. I went to the hospital all the time to be treated. I had severe anemia and was often weak and dizzy.

Then I began practicing Falun Dafa.

In 1996, I saw people doing graceful exercises together in the market. Curious, I asked if I could learn. The instructor taught me the movements, and later I was given a copy of the book Zhuan Falun. I really liked it and read it over and over. I became healthier and stronger, and was no longer anemic. I could do all the work, even in the fields!

After the Chinese Communist Party started to persecute Falun Dafa in July 1999, I was forced to give up my cultivation.

Several months later, in the spring of 2000, I became ill again and got worse by the day. After repeated blood work, I was diagnosed with aplastic anemia. My hemoglobin count dropped to the dangerously low level of 2.7 grams (12 to 13 grams is normal), and I was in and out of consciousness. My husband was so worried, he could not stop crying.

I was hospitalized, and the next day I drifted into unconsciousness. In a daze I thought: “Oh, I'm dying. This would not be happening if the government would allow us to practice Falun Dafa.” With that thought, I came to.

I held onto my husband and walked to the nurse's station. I wanted them to say “Falun Dafa is good.” Frightened, my husband said, “Don't be so loud, the police might come and take you away.” I said, “I am not afraid. Can the police make me better? You have to say it with me.” It was strange--even the doctor agreed to say it: “Yes, yes, 'Falun Dafa is good!'” In their view, I was dying, and they were just humoring my dying wish.

They took me back to my bed and asked my husband to go to the doctor's office. They told him that they would give me a blood transfusion and then discharge me. They said that was all they could do.

After the transfusion I was discharged, but my husband refused to take me home to die. Instead he took me to the city hospital, where they diagnosed me with leukemia.

After a series of treatments, our savings were being quickly depleted. I thought that I was dying, so why spend any more money? I told my husband that I wanted to go home. He reluctantly agreed to take me.

Back home, I suddenly had an urge to read Zhuan Falun. From that point on, I began doing the exercises and cultivating again. Within a month's time, I recovered completely and could work in the fields again!

I rode behind my husband on the tractor my first day back working, and he kept turning around to check on me. He could hardly contain his joy. “Your Master cured you. Don't ever forget that. You can exercise all you want.”

News of my recovery quickly spread beyond our village: “A dying leukemia patient healed by practicing Falun Dafa--it's amazing! I want to learn it, too!”