(Minghui.org) My name is Li Maolin. I was born in 1986, and I live in Guanghan City of Lianshan Shen.
One day in November 2013, I was admitted to the Chengdu Infectious Disease Hospital, due to illness. The diagnosis showed that I was infected with a stealth virus, which caused acute meningitis and leukemia. After a month in the hospital, the doctor told me that the leukemia was in the late stage, and I would live for only another month. The doctor decided to stop the treatment, and I was advised to go home for my final days. My entire family was desperate.
After I was discharged from the hospital, I developed a severe headache. I had to beat my head to make it feel better. I soon lost the confidence to live. I even tried to commit suicide by cutting my arteries, but I was too weak to successfully cut through, yet ended up losing a lot of blood. I told my mother, “I want to be buried with my grandma when I die.” One can imagine how my family felt.
My family prepared a mat on the floor, where I would be placed after I died. While watching me die, my sister called a relative who practices Falun Gong. When the relative arrived, I could not even talk. However, I heard my family members call my name, and the relative asked me to repeat silently, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good!” I tried my best to repeat these words over and over again until I fell asleep.
I woke up at 1:00 a.m. and did not feel as if I had been sick. I went for a walk in the morning. The neighbors were surprised when they saw me, saying, “We heard that you were dying yesterday. Why are you completely normal today?”
I was so happy to let them know that it was Falun Dafa that saved my life.
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