(Minghui.org) I started practicing Falun Dafa in 1996, when I was 26 years old. At the time, one of the interns I was mentoring practiced Falun Dafa. During one of our shifts, while chatting, we discussed Falun Dafa. Upon hearing the words “Falun Dafa,” something resonated within me. I asked her, “Could you let me see the book?” The student replied, “I'm reading it too. Let me take you to buy a copy.” So we went out together and bought a copy of Zhuan Falun.
The intern also taught me the exercises, but I didn’t continue to practice them because I was in late pregnancy. After my baby was a month old, I went to stay with my mother for a while. I saw that my mother had a copy of Zhuan Falun, so I asked, “Mom, do you read this book? I've read it too!”
My mother said, “You can’t just read the book, you also have to practice the exercises.” So, my mother taught me the exercises, and every morning I went with her to the practice site. When I got home, I studied the Fa with my mother.
After my maternity leave ended, I returned to work at the outpatient clinic. One day, I suddenly developed a high fever that left me feeling groggy and disoriented, with symptoms resembling a heavy cold. However, I knew Master was purifying my body, so I endured it. After just three days, it abruptly ended, as if it had never happened. Purifying the body is truly amazing.
Every day since practicing Dafa, I’ve been truly content and at ease–filled with joy! Walking along the sidewalk, sunlight filters through the branches of roadside trees, casting dappled patterns like sifted light; the leaves gleam with a fresh green, as if washed clean after rain. My heart sings, I want to skip along, I want to fly—that’s the feeling—joy and happiness welling up from the depths of my being. Attaining the Fa is simply wonderful!
Below are several instances where, after sharing the truth at my workplace, Dafa manifested miracles that saved lives.
First, let me share a story about one of my students. After completing her studies, she left the hospital. Years later, when she started a family, she returned to the hospital to give birth, but unfortunately experienced a difficult labor. The delivery was expected in the morning, but it didn’t go ahead, and I had to leave on a business trip that afternoon.
I said, “Do you remember what I told you? ‘Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness, Compassion, and Forbearance is good? It can save lives, and it can help us, now that you’re in labor with complications.”
She nodded and said, “I remember. Do I need to do it out loud?”
“Just silently recite it,” I replied. Not long after, within half an hour, the labor complications dissolved, and it turned into a smooth delivery/ Right when I had to leave the hospital to catch my ride, the baby was born.
Every student I mentor has been told the truth about Dafa and the persecution, and they all get along well with me. Because we have ample time for long-term interaction and sufficient opportunities to clarify the truth, they have all come to understand how wonderful Falun Dafa is.
Another story involves my colleague Xu’s daughter. One afternoon, while we were working, her middle school daughter came looking for her mother. She had collapsed with severe stomach pain during a formation drill at school, so the teacher sent her to find her mom.
She told her mother she was in excruciating pain, but Xu was in the middle of delivering a baby and couldn’t leave her work to attend to her daughter. So I took her to see another doctor. The emergency surgeon examined her and diagnosed appendicitis, confirmed by blood tests. The doctor said emergency surgery was needed.
I took her back, comforting her along the way: “Don’t be scared, I am with you. Even when you go into surgery, I will be right here. I’ll hold your hand. Don’t be afraid—you need this surgery.”
She was terrified and said, “I won’t have surgery. I won’t do it.” So I told her, “I know another way. If you truly believe me, give it a try. Just sincerely recite ‘Falun Dafa is good. Truthfulness, Compassion, Forbearance is good.’”
I held her hand and walked her back to the ward. She seemed less distressed, less uncomfortable. When we arrived, Xu had just finished delivering a baby and asked me, “What’s going on?”
“Appendicitis. Let’s get the paperwork done. Surgery is this afternoon,” I replied.
Her daughter protested repeatedly, “I don’t want surgery! I don’t want surgery! I don’t hurt anymore. Mom, I don’t hurt anymore.”
Xu scolded her, “Why won’t you listen? This won’t do.” She then administered intravenous antibiotics. She kept saying, “I don’t hurt anymore. No surgery.”
At the time, I thought she was just saying she didn’t feel pain because she was scared, and since I had work to do, I left them. When I saw Xu again that afternoon, I asked, “How was your daughter? Did she have surgery?”
“She absolutely refused to have it done, saying she didn’t feel any pain.” That was the end of it. She really didn’t feel any pain anymore, and the appendicitis cleared up. It never flared up again.
A few months later, during a department gathering, I saw Xu and her daughter, who was lying alone on the bed in the duty room. I felt her forehead—she had a fever—and asked Xu: “She is sick. Why aren’t you taking care of her?”
Xu replied: “It’s fine. She is reciting the auspicious phrases you taught her there. Now she recites constantly, whether she is sick or not, Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good."
Xu had also accepted the truth. When we worked the same shift, she pulled me aside and said, “Thank you so much!”
“What are you thanking me for?” I asked.
“My daughter really listens to you. After you spoke with her last time, her appendicitis pain went away, and she remembered it. Now whenever she has a fever or something, she just silently recites it.”
She grew into adulthood, and her faith in Dafa brought her blessings: everything she did went smoothly, step by step, without a hitch, sailing along effortlessly. She landed a job directly related to her major. The entire family rejoiced.
Another life-saving story from Dafa, my colleague, Fanghui, was giving birth. She was an older mother who wanted a natural delivery, and her physical condition allowed for it. When she went into labor, I happened to be on duty and encouraged her to try a natural birth. But the process wasn’t smooth. Her cervix was fully dilated, yet the baby’s head was still high up. Even with forceps, it was out of reach—a clear indication for a C-section.
Seeing Fanghui about to endure two rounds of suffering was unbearable. We knew each other but seldom worked together, even though we worked in the same department. She liked me–perhaps she simply had a favorable impression of me based on my character. She was in intense pain, writhing and twisting in agony.
I asked her, “Do you trust me? Do you know about my faith?” She replied, “I know. I believe.” I said, “If you believe, then sincerely recite ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good from your heart.’”
Fanghui replied, “Okay, but as she chanted, it started coming out aloud, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,” repeating softly and rapidly.
After three minutes, I said, “Let me check you again. If it’s not okay, we’ll have to do a C-section.”
But upon checking, the baby’s head had descended. It was a high occipital-posterior position—absolutely a difficult delivery by obstetric standards. The occipital position had shifted. My gratitude to Master was truly beyond words.
I forced myself to remain calm and said to the nurse, “Take her inside, as it’ll be too late if she stays in the delivery room any longer.” I told Fanghui to keep reciting, keep reciting.
Soon, the baby was born. It was a giant baby weighing nine pounds and two ounces. It was an extremely difficult birth, and the mother only had minor lacerations.
Both Fanghui and I knew who helped her. Later, I further told her the truth about Dafa, and she naturally quit the Chinese Communist Party CCP) and related organizations.
One of my relatives, Jiejie, came to the hospital for surgery. I told her the truth about Falun Dafa. I said, “If you can sincerely recite ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,’ it will benefit both your body and mind. Over the years, I’ve been through thick and thin, and this is what I’ve relied on.”
I told her some more of my story: During the pandemic, everyone in my department had fevers—I was the only exception, never getting sick. I performed surgeries daily alongside these feverish doctors. My family members also had fevers, and I had to care for them, working in close proximity. I got through it all with Falun Dafa. That's how I stayed healthy and made it through.
Jiejie said. “Really?”
“Yes!” I replied.
Jiejie added, “I will do it, I trust you!”
Needless to say, the surgery went smoothly, and she didn’t need a pain medication pump. After such a major gynecological surgery without a pain pump, she wouldn’t normally have made it.
The next day, during rounds, I asked, “How are you doing? Any pain?”
She said, “No pain at all, really.” Her husband chimed in, “Truly no pain.”
Let me share another story about an elderly woman. She was in her seventies at the time, and the surgery she needed was performed by the chief surgeon. The procedure went smoothly. But afterward, she developed a low-grade fever. Day after day, the fever left her completely drained and listless.
Her children were very devoted. Their anxious gazes tugged at my heartstrings, leaving me feeling helpless. I remember it was a Friday. During rounds, I crouched down and held her hand. I said, “Auntie, this fever must be awful.”
She replied, “I have no appetite. When can I go home?”
“Your incision is healing well, and everything looks good. But you can’t leave with this fever. What if it flares up at home? All these strong antibiotics haven’t helped. Auntie, can you listen to me for a moment?”
Her eyes lit up. “Go ahead, tell me.”
“My whole family practices Falun Dafa, and I've benefited from it. If I were in your situation, I’d sincerely recite, ‘Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good,’ and get better quickly. Give it a try—it doesn't cost a thing.”
“Alright, I’ll recite it,” she replied.
Her children stared at me blankly, their eyes full of suspicion. They wondered what we were whispering about. Standing up, I said to her son, “We’re doing our best. If it’s good for the elderly, why not give it a try? I’m doing this for her sake.” He replied, “Alright.”
After the weekend, when I did my rounds on Monday morning, the older lady was full of energy and insisted on being discharged. She told me, “Young lady, I’m all better now. No more fever—I haven't had one in the last couple of days. You can rest assured. And thank you so much for telling me the auspicious phrases!”