My parents died young. To protect my little sister, I stepped into a marriage scam woven from lies by my mother-in-law, only to be betrayed by both my own family and the person in my bed. At my lowest point, with nowhere left to turn, I was fortunate enough to meet an old immortal who gave me a warm, divine pearl. It melted into a stream of warmth and fused with my hands, filling my palms with a wondrous power. Without needles or medicine, using nothing but the folk technique of rubbing and kneading, I not only brought Uncle Zhang, whom the hospital had given up on, and my neighbor’s critically ill young nephew back from the brink of death, but also cured all kinds of baffling ailments and eased the suffering of countless strangers. Though my husband betrayed me twice, I never fell. With these miraculous hands, I fought disease and raised my child on my own, forging a path in traditional folk healing through hardship, helping others along the way.
