My best friend from college. Her parents worked at the local bus station.
Her father passed away when she was in second grade. A year or two later, her father’s best friend fell and broke his leg, but the bone wouldn’t heal. They saw both traditional Chinese medicine and Western doctors, but nothing worked. The family spent a lot of money and went everywhere trying to help, and the injured man was almost driven to a mental breakdown.
One night, she dreamed that her father was holding her hand, leading her to the basement. They went to a corner, pointed to a brick on the ground, and said, “Tell your mother to find a car with license plate number *** and have it reverse and run over this brick, and your Uncle Liu’s leg will be healed.” He made her repeat it.
After waking up, she told her mother. Her mother quickly found her uncle’s wife, and the two of them went to the corner of the basement and found a brick. They carried the brick to the bus station parking lot and found a car with the same license plate number. They asked the driver to reverse and run over the brick. Soon, her uncle’s broken bone began to heal, and he slowly recovered.
