諸城孫景夏學師言：其邑中某甲，值流寇亂，被殺，首墜胸前。寇退，家人得尸，將舁瘞之，聞其氣縷縷然，審視之，咽不斷者盈指。遂扶其頭荷之以歸。經一晝夜能呻，以匕箸稍哺飲食，半年竟愈，又十余年，與二三人聚談，或作一解頤語，眾為哄堂，甲亦鼓掌。一俯仰間，刀痕暴裂，頭墮血流，共視之已死。父訟笑者，眾斂金賂之，乃葬甲。
诸城孙景夏学师言：其邑中某甲，值流寇乱，被杀，首坠胸前。寇退，家人得尸，将舁瘗之，闻其气缕缕然，审视之，咽不断者盈指。遂扶其头荷之以归。经一昼夜能呻，以匕箸稍哺饮食，半年竟愈，又十余年，与二三人聚谈，或作一解颐语，众为哄堂，甲亦鼓掌。一俯仰间，刀痕暴裂，头堕血流，共视之已死。父讼笑者，众敛金赂之，乃葬甲。
Sun Jingxia of Zhucheng, a director of studies, told this story. A man of his county, call him Jia, was killed when roving bandits swept through: his head fell forward onto his chest. When the bandits had gone, his family found the body and were about to carry it off for burial when they heard a thin thread of breath. Looking closely, they saw that the throat was still joined by a finger’s breadth. So they held his head in place and carried him home. After a day and a night he could groan. They fed him a little at a time with a spoon and chopsticks, and in half a year he was well. More than ten years later he was sitting talking with two or three others when one of them made a joke, and the whole room roared. Jia clapped his hands too. As he rocked back with laughter, the old knife wound burst open. His head dropped off and the blood ran, and when they looked, he was dead. His father took the men who had laughed to court. They pooled their money to buy him off, and only then was Jia buried.