(Minghui.org) My neighbor Wang Hong (pseudonym) is in her 70s and has never attended school. She grew up as a feisty and formidable village woman. When I tried to talk to her about Falun Dafa, she refused to listen, saying, “I don’t believe in that. My body is better than anyone else’s. I can work harder than any man.”
However, life is full of unexpected twists. One day last December, Wang Hong suddenly felt weak, ached all over, and lost her appetite. Two days later, she was in such pain that she couldn’t sleep. At first, she thought it was just a cold and didn’t pay much attention to it. But within days, she couldn’t get out of bed or even stand up. Her family called the village doctor, who administered IV fluids. Yet even after several days, her condition showed no signs of improvement.
Her family realized something was seriously wrong and rushed her to the county hospital. After tests, she was diagnosed with bone marrow cancer. This was a devastating blow—the whole family was stunned. What could they possibly do? The county hospital doctors advised her to seek treatment at a major hospital.
That same day, Wang Hong was taken by her family to Beijing’s top-tier 301 Hospital. She underwent treatment there for fourteen days, completing two courses of therapy. In just those fourteen days, she not only depleted every last penny of the family’s savings but also incurred a thirty thousand yuan debt. The costs were astronomical—how could an ordinary rural family possibly bear such a burden?
Later, when she could borrow no more money, Wang Hong had no choice but to return home. Back home, she would pull at her hair in handfuls or bang her head against the wall, overcome by agony. Her husband, seeing this, was heartbroken. It was the dead of winter, fresh snow had just fallen, and the nighttime temperature plunged below minus twenty degrees Celsius. Her husband paced the streets alone, sighing deeply. When would this suffering end?
Later, her husband got a large loan from a relative. He bought Wang Hong a box of imported injections, one injection every fourteen days, but each injection cost 11,000 yuan. The loan was quickly used up. What were they going to do next? This worried the family terribly.
After learning about this situation, I visited Wang Hong’s home once more. I asked her to recite, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” and told her that as long as she recited it sincerely, Master would take care of her. This time, Wang Hong did not refuse.
Remarkably, on the third day that Wang Hong recited the auspicious phrases, she felt her pain ease significantly. She was able to get out of bed, regained her energy, and even felt hungry again. The very first thing she did after getting up was to kneel down and thank Master. She kept repeating, “Dafa Master, thank you! Thank you so much!”
That day was Wang Hong’s scheduled injection day, but she didn’t need it. And just like that, within a few days, Wang Hong felt no more pain. She was back to her old self, able to do any kind of work. Her cancer was gone!
Wang Hong tells everyone she meets, “Falun Gong saved me. Dafa Master saved my life. Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance is good! I will keep reciting these phrases forever! Even if no one else believes, I still do.”
