My doomed nephew had already received 5 sessions of Chi-kung treatment for his liver cancer when I accompanied him for the sixth. I had planned to challenge the master against the apparently worsening condition of my nephew. To the contrary, I ended up encouraging my nephew to full-heartily accept the service after some word-fights with the lofty practitioner.
He skillfully sided away all my criticism with arguments implying this was the only chance for my nephew if he ever wanted to survive, and all the symptoms that we had found disagreeing were just insignificant and caused only by non-compliance to his instructions on the part of the patient.
“Your nephew were already dead, if not for the treatments.” He almost shouted.
In fact, he was not totally buffing. Though my nephew had been certified dying in a short time by the hospital a month ago, he still looked quite lively and strong, walking on his own and eating normally. You can’t tell whether he was recovering or not with these signs, in spite of his bulging stomach and withering body shape.
In order not to diminish hope for my nephew, I decided to bet on the situation and pretended (with doubts myself) I had believed what the master had explained and convinced my nephew to do the same, reasoning that there was nothing more to lose for this and he should focus all his energy in co-operation with the master during the treatments.
Did I do it right?
May God bless my nephew!
