(Minghui.org) I am a fifty-year-old restaurant owner and a Falun Dafa practitioner. On the morning of October 18, 2018, I went to the restaurant early in order to start some preparatory work.

I discovered that the dumpling dough we had prepared the night before had hardened, so I decided to knead it again using our compressing machine. While I was feeding the dough into the machine, the baffle at the other end dropped off. Automatically, I bent over to retrieve the baffle board with my right hand, while absentlymindedly continuing to feed dough into the machine using my left. It was during this period of inattention that I accidentally fed my entire left arm into the compressor.

I became paralyzed with shock! Though I was the one responsible for teaching the restaurant staff how to operate the machine, I was at a loss as to what to do. My mind was completely blank and consumed with fear. Suddenly I remembered Master Li Hongzhi, the founder of Falun Dafa cultivation practice. Though I was not a Falun Dafa practitioner, my mother-in-law was and had convinced us of the goodness of Dafa. I asked Master Li to please save me! I repeated the words, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” Instantly, a thought surfaced within my mind to press the reverse button. My right hand immediately switched off the machine before pressing down on the reverse button. Leaning backwards, I pulled with all my strength and managed to pull out my left arm.

My arm was so severely wounded that my blood formed a large pool on the ground. The tissue from my mangled arm resembled ground meat which kept dropping off in pieces. As I kept thoughts of Dafa’s Master in my heart, I felt no fear. I hastily switched off the lights, locked up the store and called my family members to inform them of the accident. I then waved down a taxi and went to a clinic to seek treatment. Once there, the doctor examined my arm, hastily wrapped my wounds in a simple dressing and quickly instructed me to hurry to the city hospital, as the clinic did not have the capability to treat such severe wounds.

My hometown is about one hundred miles away from the city hospital. I flagged down a taxi and kept reciting throughout the entire journey, “Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I felt no pain, even though I was losing so much blood that my clothes, pants and the car seat were eventually soaked with it. The taxi driver also recognized the severity of my situation and drove especially fast, even running through red lights, in order to get me to the city hospital as quickly as possible.

I underwent more than three hours of surgery at the city hospital. Surgeons removed the heavily damaged flesh from my arm and reconnected what nerves they could repair. My arm, including my hand, was then completely sealed in a customized, thin plastic dressing in order to protect my wounds from infection.

Afterwards, the doctor briefed my husband saying, “It will be necessary to conduct a number of skin grafts and your wife will need to remain here for a while. You must be mentally prepared to pay a large amount of hospitalization expenses.” My husband was shocked to hear the news. He then asked, “To what extent can her arm be restored?” The doctor replied, “It is hard to predict. If the nerves do not recover, she may lose the ability to move her arm.” I then stepped in to comfort my horrified husband. “Don't worry. I trust Falun Dafa and Dafa’s Master to save me.” As my husband is also a believer in the goodness of Dafa, he started to calm down.

Many tubes were inserted into my fully bandaged arm, preventing me from sitting up. I could only lie flat on my back while suffering overwhelming pain from my wounds. Fortunately I have an elderly aunt living in the city, who is also a Falun Dafa practitioner. She visited me in the hospital and gave me an MP3 player filled with recordings of lectures conducted by Master Li, as well as sharings of miraculous experiences encountered by Falun Dafa practitioners. Whenever I encountered difficulty sleeping, I would listen to the recordings. My elderly aunt also offered constant support and encouragement, which increased my trust in the abilities of Falun Dafa’s Master and Dafa.

Worried that my condition would deteriorate, my concerned doctor vigilantly monitored me for signs of fever and infection. I did suffer a low grade fever, a few days after surgery, but declined to take any medication for it. This was nothing new, as I frequently suffered from such low grade fevers at night. Surprisingly, after this episode, my low grade fever disappeared and never reoccurred.

Ten days later, the doctor unwrapped my dressing and discovered a miracle had occurred! Ninety percent of the tissue in my arm had grown back. Overwhelmed, he compared my current state with a picture taken before surgery. “This speed of recovery is unexpected. It’s too amazing.” However, we knew that this was the result of Dafa’s power.

This miracle further boosted my confidence in Dafa. My elderly aunt then asked me, “Come and practice Falun Dafa!” I confidently promised her, “I will. Let me start practicing after I return home from the hospital.”

I was discharged home soon after completing my second round of treatment, with instructions to return to the hospital every few days for a dressing change. During this recovery period, my hand was so swollen that I could not differentiate between my palm and the back of my hand, while my entire arm was covered in ugly black and purple bruises. Even then my faith in Dafa never waned.

My mother-in-law lives with my husband and I, and our home already plays host to an established Fa Study group. Every morning, Falun Dafa practitioners from around our neighborhood gather at my home to study the Fa. I join the group and study Zhuan Falun with them daily. The rest of my day is spent engrossed in reading Master’s various other Fa teachings, experience sharing articles written by fellow practitioners and truth-clarification materials.

When I first started practicing the exercises I used just one hand, as I was unable to raise my injured arm above my head. During my initial attempts to perform the second set of exercises, I experienced dizziness and nausea and needed to lie down for a while before resuming. The dizziness and nausea vanished within a few days. Within months, necrotic skin fell off my injured arm and new tissue and skin quickly grew in its place. My arm is now fully healed, allowing me to resume work and practice the exercises normally.

I have no words to express my gratitude to Master Li. I will continue to cherish my cultivation path, while using my personal experience to tell others of the goodness of Falun Dafa.