(Minghui.org) On August 16, 2014, I was hit by a car while cycling across the road. I was flung more than two meters into the air before landing face-first in the middle of the intersection. My clothes were torn, and a huge lump instantly formed on my forehead.

In the aftermath, my mind remained clear, and I focused on one thought: ‘I am a Dafa practitioner. I am under Master’s protection. I will remain steadfast against this interference!’ I continued to send righteous thoughts until my family arrived at the scene. I told them, “I am fine. Help me home, and I will recover within a few days.” However, my worried family sent me to the city hospital instead.

Only after I was admitted to the hospital did I realize that my right leg had been badly injured. This injury was so severe that I had difficulty breathing due to the pain. Doctors confirmed that the long bones in my fractured thigh and lower leg had shattered into many small shards, and they advised surgery to realign the bones and prevent femur head necrosis. Without surgery, I could lose the ability to use my right leg.

My family members instantly agreed to the surgery, which was scheduled for a week later. Unable to speak due to the pain, I silently recited, “I am a Dafa practitioner under Master’s protection. I refuse to follow the arrangements made by anyone else.” I firmly refused to take any medication, including painkillers, despite attempts by the doctor and my family to change my mind.

That night, the pain intensified and spread throughout my body. Unable to move or even breathe, I felt myself breaking into a cold sweat and losing consciousness. With my last clear thoughts, I begged Master for help and reminded myself that I had to continue living. My death would discredit Dafa, and I had yet to complete the truth-clarification tasks I had set out to do.

At this juncture, I heard Master tell me:

“And you shouldn't acknowledge them either. Do things well in an upright and dignified way, negate them, and strengthen your righteous thoughts some. "I'm Li Hongzhi's disciple, I don't want other arrangements or acknowledge them"--then they won't dare to do that. So it can all be resolved. When you can really do that, not just saying it but putting it into action, Master will definitely stand up for you.” (Teaching the Fa at the 2003 Lantern Festival)

Immediately, I felt a great amount of energy rush through my body, and my mind suddenly became calm. I reiterated my determination to walk the path arranged by Master and refused to acknowledge the old forces’ arrangements.

I continued to send forth righteous thoughts. Almost instantly, the massive pressure immobilizing my chest and body vanished, while the unrelenting pain gradually disappeared. At this point, I registered my daughter’s panicked voice, “Mom, what's wrong with you?” Though I was so exhausted I was unable to open my eyes, I was able to verbally reassure her, “I’ll be okay. Master just saved me from the brink of death.”

Extraordinary Miracles of Dafa

Except for a slight bout of dizziness, I found my pain had essentially vanished the following morning.

After consulting the doctor, my daughter returned and asked me, “Mom, what should we do? The doctor said that we have to sign an indemnity form if you refuse to undergo surgery, absolving the hospital of all further responsibility.”

I firmly replied, “Sign that form. I want to go home as soon as possible.” My daughter added, “Dad still wants you to have the procedure.” I replied, “Do not listen to him. Remember the car accident in 2011? Even though my tricycle was severely damaged in the collision, I made a full recovery within seven days. In 2004, although I fractured my left foot and right leg, Master quickly healed my injuries. I would have died many times over if not for Dafa. This hospital can only treat everyday people. But I'm not an everyday person. I'm a Fa-rectification period Dafa practitioner. If you force me to have this surgery, it’s as good as signing my death warrant. You can rest assured that Master will heal my legs.”

Convinced, my daughter signed the indemnity form. Her agitated husband shouted at her, “How could you sign it!?” My husband also yelled, “Do you want to condemn your mother to death?”

At this juncture, two of my fellow practitioners arrived at the hospital. One of them tried to comfort my crying daughter. She confessed, “I have no confidence that I’m doing the right thing. My mother’s cultivation level is not high. Will Master continue to help her?” The practitioner replied, “If she wasn’t under Master’s protection, she would have been dead by now. Your mother has contributed greatly to Dafa. Master will certainly heal her leg.” Her words reassured my daughter.

Meanwhile, the other practitioner told my husband, “After learning Dafa, my kidney stones disappeared. Your wife has been cultivating more diligently than I have. You have nothing to worry about.”

My husband, however, remained unconvinced and approached the hospital director for help. The director explained to me the terrible consequences of not undergoing the procedure, but I remained firm. “Before, I was so ill that not even specialists at the large provincial hospital were able to help me. Then I learned Falun Dafa, and all my illnesses were eradicated. I am certain that a similar miracle will happen for my leg.” The director remained unconvinced. “Nothing in the history of medicine supports that theory of yours. Full recovery is impossible without surgery.”

My husband also sought help from my friends and relatives. They too tried to persuade me to submit to the surgery, citing difficulties my disability would cause for my family in the future. They came in large numbers, filling the ward with non-stop chatter.

I quickly silenced them and proceeded to clarify the facts to my “audience.” Starting from the extraordinary power of Dafa and how it is practiced by people all over the world, I continued on to explain the Communist Party’s crimes in its persecution of Dafa and the reason people should quit the Party. My speech reassured my friends and relatives, who soon left.

News of my decision reached my frail 80-year-old mother-in-law, who undertook the difficult trip to the hospital in order to convince me to have the operation. Touched, I did my best to reassure her and told her everything that had occurred. Afterward, my mother-in-law left my room and proceeded to scold my husband: “What operation were you trying to get her to undergo? Can’t you see that she’s in no pain at all? Obviously, Dafa’s Master is caring for her. Take her home. She’ll be cured after a few days of rest.” My husband finally gave up his attempts to persuade me.

During my stay in the hospital, I spent most of my free time studying the Fa, doing the Dafa exercises, and sending forth righteous thoughts. On August 26, doctors did another scan and were amazed to discover that all the bone fragments in my leg had returned to their original positions. I no longer required surgery.

My family was overjoyed to hear the good news, while my friends and relatives burst out in spontaneous applause. The orthopedic department director himself was full of praise. “Our entire department knows about you. Many have asked why this patient is not in pain. You certainly have nerves of steel!” I replied, “Of course not. It is because I am a Dafa practitioner.”

As a result of this miracle, two nurses approached me to learn Falun Gong. All my friends and relatives who came to visit, including some staff from the hospital, quit the Communist Party.

Improving by Looking Inward

After my return from the hospital, several practitioners dropped by for a visit. One of them asked me, “Will you be able to walk?” I replied, “I already regained the ability to walk.” She replied with skepticism, “We’ll see.” Another practitioner commented, “Your leg will probably require another two to three years to recover.” The practitioners probed my leg a couple of times to see if I could feel anything and asked to see me walk. I obliged, only to be asked, “Why are you still limping?” They were surprised that my leg was not swollen at all and that I could walk pretty well.

I was stunned silent. Long after they left, their words and actions continued to prey on my mind. Their behavior was so hurtful that I began to blame them for not having righteous thoughts and worsening my tribulation by siding with the evil. My righteous thoughts began to falter, and I started to wonder if Master even wanted me as a disciple anymore. In the hospital, my faith had never faltered, even under pressure from so many people. In contrast, I now found myself at a loss. In desperation, I knelt and cried before Master’s picture.

At this juncture, I heard a voice, “Take the hint and search within yourself.” I realized Master had deliberately arranged for this to occur so that I could uncover my unknown shortcomings. Though I reflected for a period of time, I was unable to reach any conclusions.

I later came across the following while reading Zhuan Falun:

“…because this practice cultivates your own self. You should make progress with a conscious mind.”

The words penetrated my mind, cleared my confusion, and illuminated my failing: I had not been using Dafa to cultivate myself. Instead, I had been using it to cultivate others.

In the past, when fellow practitioners spoke to me about their grievances, I never looked within myself and instead used Master’s teachings to berate them harshly.

I would say, “Have you learned Master’s teachings properly? In Zhuan Falun, Master said, ‘… as a practitioner one should not fight back when being punched or insulted,...’ This other person did not hit or scold you. If you can't take any criticism, how can you claim to be a practitioner? Han Xin was able to endure the shame of crawling between a thug’s legs. Did this person ask you to crawl between their legs? Aren’t you ashamed to be worse than an ordinary person?”

Whenever a particular practitioner became angry, I would use Master’s teachings to rebuke her instead of reflecting and searching within myself for my own shortcomings.

Whenever fellow practitioners expressed anger at me, I would keep quiet. However, I would look down on them and think that such a terrible temper is inappropriate for a Dafa practitioner. I would then pride my ability to forbear.

I uncovered a number of other hidden attachments, including my tendency to accuse others, show off, harbor grievances, and treat others with contempt. These attachments had become second nature, and I had become unable to discern their existence. Eliminating these failings greatly boosted my realm of cultivation and hastened the recovery of my fractured leg.

My experience falls beyond the scope of modern-day science, an impossible outcome for those at the level of everyday people. I hope my story can impact those who have yet to accept the higher truths of Dafa and allow them to obtain salvation.