Falun Dafa Transformed My Life

(Minghui.org) I have been a physician for over 30 years. In 1999, I began practicing Falun Dafa, Falun Dafa transformed me into a person who cares about others.

I was born into a poor family of honest farmers. I was a well-behaved and sensible child, so my parents never beat or scolded me. I loved studying and made excellent grades. Even our serious principal would always greet my mother with a smile and shower her with praise about my academic achievements. Growing up like that led me to develop a strongly self-protective and arrogant personality.

In 1996, after my son was born, my relationship with my in-laws deteriorated, and I started suffering from all kinds of health problems. I was very unhappy and deeply pained. An overwhelming sense of loss contributed to my insomnia, as I cried through the night, afraid that my son would lose his mother. I even thought about running away and becomin a nun.

In 1999, a friend introduced me to Falun Dafa. Over the phone she said, “This practice requires cultivating one’s character.” I replied without hesitation, “I want to learn it. Please get me a book as soon as possible.”

After reading Zhuan Falun, I understood that the suffering and injustice I had experienced were all caused by karma. Although I had barely started studying the Fa and had little opportunity to practice the exercises, my ailments disappeared. My spirits lifted, and I started to get along well with my in-laws. I put myself in their shoes and became considerate.

Practicing Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance at Work

These happy days were fleeting. The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) began to persecute Falun Dafa and its practitioners on July 20, 1999. I was determined to continue practicing and prove to the world that Falun Dafa is righteous. My positive actions would convince sentient beings to listen to me when I raised awareness of the persecution.

One of the permanent patients in our hospital was an 80-year-old woman in a vegetative state whose daughter was her main caregiver. The woman was given an intravenous drip 10 days every month. Unfortunately, her unconscious movements kept dislodging the needle from her vein, which meant the needle had to be reinserted several times before the bag emptied. Her distressed daughter asked the nurse, “Can’t you put in an IV cannula [an indwelling intravenous needle]?” The nurse replied jokingly, “It’s hard enough to find a vein for that small needle. It would be impossible to insert a larger cannula.”

The patient’s daughter later approached me, “Can you help put a cannula in my mother?” While it is a common opinion that someone in a vegetative state is unaware of anything, I believe the opposite to be true and resolved to help make the procedure as painless as possible. I sat next to her bed, put a tourniquet on her arm, and slowly began hunting for a suitable blood vessel. As I did, I said to her, “Please help me. I need to give you an infusion.”

After locating a suitable vessel, I visually estimated its length, pressed to feel its elasticity, and considered how I should insert the cannula and fix it in place. When I finally inserted the cannula, it went right in. After that, the cannula only had to be changed twice a month, and the patient’s family members were filled with gratitude.

At work, I treat everyone I meet as though they were my own family, caring about them from the bottom of my heart and giving due consideration to their suffering. Many patients and their family members have held my hands and asked, “Why are you so good?” To which I reply, “Because I am a Falun Dafa practitioner.”

One of my colleagues once commented, “After she started practicing Falun Gong, her character changed drastically, and now she is good to everyone. I believe in the goodness of Falun Gong.”

I have clarified the truth to almost all my patients and their families, and many have withdrawn from the CCP, the Youth League, and the Young Pioneers. Similarly, my colleagues and their families have also quit the CCP and its affiliated organizations, as a result of the joint efforts of a fellow practitioner in the same department and me.

My Older Sister’s Medical Ordeal

My older sister had a recurrence of gallstones eight months after she had surgery in May 2006. She was running a fever, her whole body turned yellow, and she was nearly in shock. She collapsed on a Saturday when no specialists were on duty at the hospital. It was past four in the afternoon when we finally contacted the head of the department. CT scans confirmed she had a blocked bile duct, which called for immediate surgery, but her fever indicated she was not a suitable candidate. After some discussion, we decided to proceed with the operation despite the danger, since waiting for her fever to abate was no longer an option.

My sister was taken to the operating room at 5 p.m. Before she went in, I whispered in her ear, “Sister, sincerely recite ‘Falun Dafa is good’ and ask Master Li to save you.” She looked at me and nodded weakly.

I waited just outside the operating theater with a fellow practitioner, my brother-in-law, and my niece. My unease increased after two hours, though I continued to silently recite “Falun Dafa is good.” At 9 p.m., a doctor came out and told me, “Your sister stopped breathing during the operation. We managed to resuscitate her, but she needs to be on a ventilator. She also needs to be transferred to the ICU.” I waited until midnight, when my sister was finally wheeled out of the operating room on a ventilator. There were no vacant beds in the ICU, so we temporarily set one up in a ward.

The following day, the nurse in charge of my sister’s care was changing the oxygen cylinder connected to her ventilator. The nurse was new, and she failed to connect the oxygen tube properly. Despite hearing the hissing of escaping gas, she didn’t find anything amiss. She went through four or five cylinders of oxygen that morning, until the worker in charge of transporting oxygen grew suspicious and asked in irritation, “Why is it being used up so quickly?” I was running around trying to scrape together enough money for the deposit for my sister’s hospitalization and was not nearby.

The problem was discovered at four that afternoon, when the night doctor entered the ward. He fiddled with the ventilator tubing and the hissing of escaping oxygen instantly stopped. It turned out my sister hadn’t been getting any oxygen, which was why her blood oxygen saturation remained persistently low. When I heard about it, I was in shock. For someone with respiratory failure, a ventilator is critical to the person’s survival. That mistake had nearly killed her.

I soon calmed down and told myself, “My sister is fine. The nurse did not disconnect the oxygen on purpose. She’s just started working here and it is not easy to get a job at this hospital. If we try to hold her accountable, it will affect her work and even her life.” I decided to keep quiet.

When the night doctor left the ward, he went the nurse’s station to update my sister’s nurse. While observing them from my sister’s bedside, I saw the nurse’s expression change. Afterward, I paced around in the ward, unsure of what to do. The victim was my own sister, yet it was a genuine mistake on the young nurse’s part. I also knew it was not easy for a family to support their daughter through her studies until she graduated and found work.

Master said,

“When your friends or family suffer, are you moved? How do you weigh these things? Being a practitioner is just so difficult!” (Lecture Eight, Zhuan Falun)

I was facing a test of my attachments to fame, material benefits, and familial affection. Based on previous experiences, I knew my sister’s family would demand that the nurse be held accountable. When my sister eventually left the operating room, my niece did not thank the doctors for continuing to work on her for seven hours. Instead, she confronted them: “Why did my mother stop breathing?” Expressionless, the doctors had quietly turned to look at me.

When the error with the oxygen was discovered, my niece happened to be out running errands. I resolved to do the right thing by not holding the nurse or the hospital responsible. After all, everyone’s fate is predetermined. If my sister was not destined to die, not even this error could change that. Having made up my mind, I went to find the young nurse. She looked at me in horror and choked up. I quickly reassured her, “Don’t be afraid, it’s okay. You must be tired after a busy day. Have a good rest when you go home after work.” She replied, “Thank you.” That was how this matter was quietly put to rest.

The next day, my sister was transferred to the ICU where she stayed for two days. A colleague then told me, “There’s no need to pay the deposit anymore.” I started to think that my sister might be out of danger. On the third day, the doctor told me, “Your sister will be transferred back to the general ward tomorrow.” After that, my sister told me, “I was always aware of what was going on. I can even recall everything you said to my daughter.”

She also said, “I saw a man in a suit sitting at the end of my bed.” I replied, “That was Master Li, who saved you.” To my surprise, my sister recovered so quickly that she was discharged from the hospital within a week. She took a copy of Zhuan Falun with her when she left the hospital and started to practice Falun Dafa.

Eighteen years have passed since then. My sister will be 70 next year, but she looks much younger than that. She had been in poor health since she was young, but her health has improved to the point that she can carry over 100 kilograms (220 pounds) of vegetables on her bicycle to sell at the market. She even cuts firewood up in the mountains. In 2023, her husband came down with COVID-19, but she remained healthy despite taking care of him.

I am grateful to Master for teaching me to be considerate when encountering problems, to avoid harming others, and to live a life that cares for others.