Doctor: "Falun Dafa Truly Works Miracles!"

(Minghui.org) My son began practicing Falun Dafa after the Chinese regime launched the persecution in July 1999. He knew that I wanted to clarify the truth and expose the brutal persecution, so he bought me a copy machine. He briefly explained how it worked, then he returned to school. I did not know how to use it.

Out of safety concerns I didn’t want to visit other practitioners and ask them for help—instead I asked Master to help me as I tried to figure out what to do. The copier needed more toner. As I wondered how to access the cartridge I felt my hand being pulled to where the cartridge was and I pushed down. My tears flowed as the cartridge compartment opened. I had a vivid dream that night: An airplane landed in my yard and turned into a large bulldozer. It was very powerful and knocked down a tall tree and a wall. After I woke up I noticed the copier was the same color as the airplane. I realized that Master was giving me a hint—when I printed Falun Dafa informational materials I was assisting him in saving people and bulldozing the evil substances that caused the persecution.

For more than two decades I always remembered my mission and resolutely walked the path Master arranged for me.

A practitioner and I went out on an electric scooter to distribute the informational materials. As we were heading home at dawn, a van rear-ended us and sent us flying 40 meters. The new scooter was totaled and I went unconscious. The other practitioner told a bystander her name and where we lived and then she also passed out. The bystander called for an ambulance and contacted the officials in our village to tell our families.

The doctor at the county hospital said I was badly injured and told my sister, Hui, (who is also a practitioner) to prepare for my funeral. He said that my brain was like smashed watermelon flesh and that nothing could be done. My pelvis and spleen were badly damaged. “If I transfer her to the city hospital, she’ll die on the way there. If she lives, she’ll be a vegetable,” he said.

Hui didn’t give up on me and had me transferred to the city hospital. The doctor examined me and said, “There’s nothing we can do.” When he suggested transferring me to another hospital, Hui said, “Please try to help her.”

She said that while I was unconscious I kept murmuring, “I’m a practitioner and I will be fine…” I didn’t wake up until nine days after the surgery. I couldn’t remember the accident. She told me that my brain and pelvis were severely damaged. The doctor removed my spleen, my legs and ribs were fractured, and the skin from my chest to my abdomen was scrapped off.

Strangely, I felt no pain—instead I felt relaxed and comfortable—like I had a good rest after a full day’s hard labor. I told Hui, “I am fine. Did you bring the audio of Master’s lectures? Please play it for me.”

I asked to be discharged a few days later but the doctor refused. To save my life, he operated on my brain and spleen first. The open fracture on my leg still needed to be fixed. The day after the leg surgery, I insisted on being discharged.

After I went home, I listened to Master’s lectures every day; I did the exercises, and sent righteous thoughts. Even though my spleen had been removed I ate whatever I wanted, and I had no problem digesting the food.

One morning I woke up before 6 a.m. to send righteous thoughts. I reached over to turn the light on. I forgot that my leg was still immobile, and I fell out of bed. No one was home so I asked Master to help me get up, and I did. It was very hard for me to do the exercises. After I did the first exercise, I was exhausted and I sweat profusely. The next day I was able to do all five exercises. On the sixth day, I was able to get out of bed, and by leaning against the wall, I slowly walked to the bathroom.

A month later I was able to resume working on the farm. I overheard some women behind me say, “Isn’t that the woman who was involved in a car crash?”

“Yes, didn’t the doctor say that she’d be a vegetable if she survived? Now she’s working in the field!”

“She’s recovered, that’s why.”

One villager heard that I was dying after I was in a car crash and there was no possibility I’d survive. When he learned that I was working on a farm, he said to his daughter-in-law in disbelief, “If she’s really able to do farm work, I’ll practice Falun Dafa!”

The doctor and director at the county hospital where I was treated after the accident were shocked when they heard that I was able to do farm work. The doctor said, “It means that Falun Dafa truly works miracles!”