(Minghui.org) Continued from Part 1 

4. My Recovery from Crippling Bone Disease Convinces People of Falun Gong's Healing Power

I was devastated on July 20, 1999, when such a fantastic practice that saved my life was made the target of a brutal persecution campaign. I made up my mind to tell everyone how Falun Gong brought me back to life from a crippling bone disease.

Doctors and Patients Astounded to See Me Walk So Well

A copy of Ms. Ma Zhongbo's diagnosis at the Northern Necrosis Research Institute

I visited the Harbin Northern Necrosis Research Institute again in March 2000 to take back my medical records and a copy of my CT scan. The chief of the institute, Dr. Zhang, was shocked to see me, “Aren't you the one who was crawling on the floor?” I said, “Yes.”

He was even more surprised, “You can walk now?” I responded, “Didn't I just walk in?” I then moved about in the room and told him that I was now an able-bodied person who could do anything.

After discovering that I hadn't ordered any prescriptions since my last visit in February 1999, Dr. Zhang was eager to find out my secret, “Your recovery must not have been the result of the medicine. Tell me how?”

I replied, “I have recovered because I practice Falun Gong!” Immediately, I was shoved by a policeman visiting the hospital. “Come with me,” he said. “How dare you mention Falun Gong?”

I said, “So? What I said was true!”

Dr. Zhang agreed, “It is true. We can't deny it. It is truly a miracle!” The policeman became silent.

I initially declined Dr. Zhang's suggestion to take another CT scan of my bones, but changed my mind when he offered to do it for free.

Several other patients in the institute heard my story and couldn't wait to see the results of the CT scan.

To everyone's surprise, the new CT scan looked exactly like the previous one. Dr. Zhang was baffled, “Well, you didn't recover! Look, your bones still look like rotten potatoes.” However, I was able to walk and squat, without any symptoms of necrosis.

If it were not for Dr. Zhang and the CT scan, all those present probably would have easily discredited my recovery story.

A doctor concluded, “Falun Gong can really cure diseases.” Another one responded, “Of course. Otherwise why are so many people practicing it?” A third one chimed in, “Since Falun Gong has brought such a miracle to you, I have no doubt that the regime's fabrication against the practice is bogus. Why don't you tell everyone how Falun Gong helped you?”

I said, “Of course I will.”

Police Set Me Free after Villagers Testify to My Unbelievable Recovery

I visited the local appeals office to tell the staff how Falun Gong enabled me to walk again despite the fact that I was diagnosed with a crippling bone disease, as well as the results of the CT scan.

When I questioned them why the regime lied about Falun Gong, they called the 610 Office instead.

After I was taken to the Acheng Police Station, the police called my village to verify my identity. Everyone they contacted couldn't wait to share my amazing story of recovery, “This woman used to suffer from necrosis and was completely paralyzed. But now she's totally fine, all thanks to her practice of Falun Gong.”

The policemen were no longer suspicious of my story, but they were not sure what to do next.

One officer conceded, “Her story is really true. I just can't bring myself to send her to a detention center. I don't want to get bad karma.” He knows that Falun Gong is good.

After a two-hour meeting to discuss my fate, the police released me.

5. Following My Two Appeals in Beijing, I Was Detained and Tortured

Upon learning of my plan to go to Beijing to appeal for Falun Gong, my father was very supportive, “You have to go even if nobody else does! Falun Gong has saved your life.” My family borrowed money for my travel expenses.

Force-feeding Causes Me Excruciating Pain

After my visit to the National Appeals Office on June 5, 2000, I was arrested and soon transferred to the No. 2 Detention Center in Acheng City.

During the detention, I went on a hunger strike to demand my release. In response, the guards had doctors from the Acheng City Hospital force-feed me. Several times, the tube was inserted into my nostril and came out of my mouth. Once the tube was inserted seven times in a row.

The force-feeding caused me excruciating pain and I had mucus and tears come out every time. The guards intentionally added salt and alcohol in the force-feeding liquid to make my life even more miserable. The salt was to make me thirsty and the alcohol was added was because they know Falun Gong practitioners don't drink alcohol.

I was released two months later, but my family wasn't allowed to pick me up until they were forced to pay 500 yuan to the guards.

Dying from Breast Cancer

I went to Beijing the second time in October 2000 to appeal for Falun Gong, only to be arrested again. After being incarcerated at the No. 1 Detention Center in Acheng District, I was transferred to the notorious Wanjia Labor Camp to serve a one-year term.

In order to humiliate female practitioners who refused to give up their belief in Falun Gong, the forced labor camp moved them to male inmates' cells and had them stay there day and night. I myself was subjected to such humiliation twice.

On the day of the June 20 Atrocity at the Wanjia Labor Camp, the guards gathered every one of us whom they deemed “diehard” practitioners at the track field.

Shi Yingbai, deputy director of the labor camp, pointed to his own nose and said, “Who is the law? I'm the law once the gate of the labor camp closes!”

Under Shi's directive, the guards were divided into five-person groups, with each group ganging up on one practitioner. As long as we still refused to go to the male inmates' cells, we were brutally beaten.

When a female guard asked why I didn't move, I shot back, “Why? Can't you see I am a woman? Where are you dragging us to?”

She replied, “The men's cells.” I told her I was there once and know what it's like. As a matter of fact, my heart still trembled thinking about how another practitioner was driven insane after being raped there.

The female guard grabbed my hair and started dragging me forward on the sandy ground. In no time my back and heels began to bleed and my shoes fell off.

I asked her, “Why are you so brutal? You don't act like a woman! Aren't you a daughter in your family? Why are you so brutal to other women!”

She turned a blind eye instead.

I tried my best to resist, but they lifted me up and forcibly carried me to the male inmates' cell.

After being made to squat down for two nights and a day, I saw my right foot fester and it became so swollen that it could no longer fit in my shoe.

The guards didn't let up even though I could no longer squat down. Instead, they hung me up by my arms to the top level of a bunk bed and didn't release me until I passed out from the pain. After I came to, however, they forced me to squat down again.

They also forced me to sit on a small stool for several nights and days. My bottom festered as a result and the pus stuck to my pants. I was deprived of sleep and couldn't take a shower, either.

After such torture for nine days, I was sent back to the female inmates' cell. By then I could no longer walk and I had a high fever. After several days the fever subsided, but I felt lumps on my right breast and it hurt really bad.

About 20 days later, I was shocked to see black and purple blood and pus gushing out of my swollen right breast at night. My cellmate, also a practitioner, tried to stop the fluid with bathroom tissue, but it didn't work. She then held a washbasin to my breast to catch the fluid.

When a female guard came in to check what was going on, she was horrified at what she saw and fled right away. Several more female guards came in. Each time they accidentally touched my breast, blood and pus gushed out. It seemed that my right breast had only skin left.

I was sent to the hospital, but the doctor said after a quick examination, “The entire breast is hollow. There's no need for surgery. Nothing is left.” At that time, I was only about 70 pounds due to the high fever and the torture.

I Must Live

I was sent home on July 6, 2001, after eight months of detention. The 610 Office personnel and local policemen shamelessly publicized that I was dying from breast cancer as a result of my practice of Falun Gong. They spared no effort spreading this lie throughout the community.

I was so weak that I couldn't even open my eyes. Instead of showing his concern for me, my husband treated me as a total stranger. He refused to cook for me, let alone take care of my other needs. Every day I was in huge pain and often lost consciousness as a result.

My heart was broken and I almost wanted to give up. Yet the thought that I still had Master kept me holding on.

On about the tenth day, I felt that I was going to die and I wondered, “What should I do?”

I tried to recall the day I returned home. Rumors were flying that I developed breast cancer because of my practice of Falun Gong. Some even said with ulterior motives, “Go see Bo [my name]. She's dying. Even Falun Gong cannot save her this time.”

A friend visited me and said, “We had thought about raising 10,000 yuan for your hospital treatment, but were worried about the possible relapse of your necrosis without your Falun Gong practice. Breast cancer is another fatal disease. All you can do is to ask your Master for help. If you can recover from this breast cancer, our entire village will practice Falun Gong. Please do your exercises!”

I immediately understood that my fate, life or death, would directly affect people's attitude towards Falun Gong.

Although I was extremely weak, I firmed up my thought, “I am a Falun Gong practitioner. I will not die. No matter how hard it is, I will continue living so that I won't be used to slander Falun Gong.”

I must live.

With this one thought, the pain all over my body lessened and my head was no longer that disoriented.

I held a firm and clear thought that I am a cultivator and my Master is taking care of me.

(To be continued)