A Glass Wound Disappeared Without a Scar After Bleeding for an Hour

        On a day I was off from work, I had an idea of making a meal of steamed dumplings as an offering to our Master¹. I was very happy about it at the time. After I finished mixing ingredients and seasonings into the dumpling filling, I did what I usually do at home when I cook. I picked up a tiny bit of the filling from the tray and tasted it with my tongue to find out if the amount of salt I put in was right. Then I put it back onto the tray. Such was the usual practice that I followed when cooking at home for my family. After that, I set aside the filling and began to mix the flour with water to make the dumpling wraps.

        Right when I was placing the filling inside the wraps and before any of the dumplings were put in the steamer, I heard a sudden loud crashing sound. I was greatly scared by the sound because I was standing in the kitchen making dumplings and was not moving around at all. As I turned to look, I saw that a bottle of unopened soy sauce had for no reason at all fallen from the condiment table to the ground and was completely shattered. That table was about two to three feet away from me. The fright from that sudden and loud sound made my whole body break into a cold sweat. I then felt a flow of hot energy rising from my body to my head. A thought spontaneously flashed across my mind. I realized that I had committed an offense. I put my palms together and immediately started to repent. I reflected to myself, “Ah, I was wrong! I was stupid and ignorant. I am cooking for my Master now. How could I taste the filling first and then wrap it into the dumplings for my Master? Ah, I was wrong!”

        Tears flowed down my face without stopping. I didn’t need to analyze it. I kept asking myself how I could have done that. My tears continued to flow. The only thought in my mind was that I was guilty of committing that offense. The more I thought about it, the more contrite I became and the guiltier I felt. Of course, after I repented, I felt a little relieved.

        I was about to clean up the broken pieces of the glass bottle and the spilled soy sauce that was all over the floor and then quickly cook and present the meal to my Master. I couldn’t waste any time. However, as soon as I started to move my leg, I found I couldn’t walk. I felt great pain, and my right foot couldn’t touch the ground anymore. Leaning on the wall and moving with the other foot, I made my way to the bathroom. I raised my injured right foot onto the edge of the bathtub and, with great difficulty, took off the leather shoe on my right foot. I discovered that blood was continuously flowing from the arch of my right foot at a place slightly in front of the acupuncture point called yong quan. I realized that something had penetrated my shoe. I touched my foot while washing the blood off and found a sharp piece of glass in my foot arch. I carefully pulled it out. My foot was still bleeding. I did not have the time to treat the injury and simply used a piece of ordinary tissue paper to plug up the wound.

        It was past 11 o’clock already, and I had to steam and bring the dumplings over to the Master’s house. It would take 25 minutes to get there by riding my bicycle. Any further delay would cause me to miss my Master’s mealtime. I didn’t want to delay even one second. That was the only thought in my mind. I must not delay the Master’s mealtime. I wasn’t concerned about my foot at all. If I missed the Master’s lunchtime, the dumplings would become leftovers for the evening. That would make me very unhappy indeed.

        After going to my Master’s house and presenting the lunch, I came back home and sat on a chair. I realized that I had to treat my wound. It was a big cut with a lot of bleeding. I had worked as a medical doctor for three years and knew what needed to be done. I should first disinfect the wound with alcohol or iodine solution using cotton balls at home. Then I would go to the hospital to get a shot to prevent tetanus.

        However, after taking off my shoe, I saw that a miracle had happened. The wound on the bottom of my foot was nowhere to be found! Even any trace of the wound was gone! I was extremely surprised. The only thing I saw that was related to the wound was that piece of tissue in my shoe with dried blood on it. The cut by the sharp broken glass was no longer on my foot! This was very surprising to me but was absolutely true. I couldn’t understand this fact before my very eyes even after pondering it over many times. How could this happen?

        I told the story to my husband that evening. He is a graduate of Beijing Postal and Telecommunications College and studied radio waves and digital communication. So he emphasizes scientific reasoning. He knew that I was telling the truth. He looked at my foot himself and affirmed that there was no wound. Neither of us could understand this no matter how hard we thought because it was inexplicable. Such a severe injury was gone after at most one hour without receiving any treatment. There was not even any trace of redness or swelling. You all may not know my situation. Normally, if I accidentally poke my finger with a needle while sewing a button, the little bit of bleeding causes the finger to swell for at least three days. That is precisely why what happened to me this time is so extraordinary.

        Later, I realized that this was a blessing from the dharma-protecting Bodhisattvas. They saw my stupid act of tasting food that was being prepared for and that was later presented to my Master. They were angry at me and gave me a warning by smashing the bottle of soy sauce. The dharma-protecting Bodhisattvas are also very benevolent to me. When they saw that I was sincerely repenting and correcting my mistake, they fully mended the cut on my foot. I am very grateful to my Master and am also very grateful to the dharma-protecting Bodhisattvas for their help.

        From this experience, I truly realized that we disciples must be very pious to our Master. Our three karmas must completely correspond with those of our Master. There must not be the slightest deviation in such correspondence, whether intentional or not.

        What I described above was a true experience of mine. I did not state anything false in my description of it. I would like to make the following vow. If I made any false statement or said anything that was not true, I am willing to descend to the hell realm immediately. I will end my statement at this point.

Yuxiang Wang
(Based on an edited tape-recorded statement of Ms. Yuxiang Wang)