Chapter 1: I Am Not a Medicine God

Blue Star, Huaxia, Liaoning Province, Longcheng, New Year's Eve, 2021.

After finishing his New Year's greeting calls, he stood by the window, watching the distant horizon and listening to the explosive crackle of firecrackers outside.

"Year after year, it just gets worse every year," Wang Yan sighed.

He didn't know when it started, but the feeling of the New Year had faded more and more; it truly was getting worse year by year.

In a daze, he saw a streak of blue light cut across the distant horizon, shining onto Wang Yan's face.

In his confusion, Wang Yan felt as if he had had a dream. He couldn't remember the specifics, only that he had met many people, done many things, and experienced reincarnation time and time again.

He opened his eyes, feeling the strangeness in his body.

Before Wang Yan could think much, a blue light flashed before his eyes, and a sci-fi-style interface floated in his vision. At the same time, a stream of information flooded into his mind.

Wang Yan

Attributes: Strength 6

Agility 7

Constitution 7

Spirit 10

Unallocated points: 3

Storage space: 1m³

The information explained that this was a Wish-Granting System, helping characters in film and television worlds realize their wishes. After completing a wisher's request, the system would provide rewards.

It also provided an explanation for the storage space. Within the space, only items rewarded by the system could travel between the two worlds.

Wang Yan accepted the facts before him very calmly; after all, he had read plenty of novels, so this wasn't fresh—it was an old trope.

Twenty-eight-year-old Wang Yan was an only child, an ordinary person with an average appearance. Both parents were alive, and his life was fulfilling. He had graduated over four years ago and worked as a real estate agent in Lüda City. His performance was average, with a monthly income of seven or eight thousand. He didn't dare dream of great wealth, but he could scrape by. One could say he had achieved nothing.

Now that opportunity had fallen from the sky, he felt that heaven was about to entrust him with a great mission.

As for any dark thoughts, Wang Yan didn't even bother to consider them. Even if there were some conspiracy, what could he do about it?

He lit a cigarette.

"Hiss... Phew..."

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

At this moment, a prompt to allocate points appeared on the interface.

Wang Yan chose Spirit without hesitation.

Primarily because high Spirit, while not increasing IQ, made the mind clear, logic sharp, and memory and analytical abilities soar.

Strength, Agility, and the like could be improved through Constitution, and Constitution could be trained.

Controlling the interface to allocate points, his Spirit changed from 10 to 13.

Instantly, he felt a surge of energy acting deep within his soul.

Feeling the coolness spreading through his brain and the emergence of some forgotten memories, Wang Yan felt a sense of floating.

"This feeling is truly damn good," Wang Yan said with a lewd expression on his face.

How should one describe this feeling?

Like the sublimation in that split second of release?

Or the sage-like state after a post-coital cigarette?

He couldn't describe it; he had to experience it for himself.

After the pleasure subsided, Wang Yan tested the system space, taking things in and out. It was just like in the novels—truly magical.

At this moment, a message popped up on the interface.

"Wang Jia from 'I Am Not a Medicine God' wishes: Hope that Lv Shengyi does not die by suicide due to lack of money, and hope that the child is safe and healthy."

Cheng Yong, the owner of an Indian oil shop, lived a miserable life. His shop had no business, his old father was critically ill, and he couldn't raise the surgery fees. His ex-wife was pregnant by a wealthy man and wanted to take custody of his son. One day, the arrival of an unexpected guest, Lv Shengyi, allowed him to open a new career path of going to India to buy medicine as a "purchasing agent." Although the road was fraught with difficulties, he discovered business opportunities on this "medicine-buying road" and uncontrollably became the exclusive agent for Indian generic drugs treating chronic myeloid leukemia.

While making money, he also met several patients and their families. They partnered up to do business, and while profits multiplied, crises lurked. Cheng Yong's former brother-in-law was ordered to investigate the source of the generic drugs, while fake medicine dealer Zhang Changlin and Swiss brand-name pharmaceutical representative Ye eyed him covetously. The business gradually turned into a tug-of-war about salvation.

He opened his computer, looked at the plot summary, and Wang Yan paid for a membership to watch the film.

Afterward, he checked some data and planned his action strategy.

He glanced at the time; it was already five o'clock.

Lying on the bed, he opened the system interface and chose to depart.

With a flash of blue light, Wang Yan disappeared from the bed.

Wang Yan stood outside the Shanghai Railway Station, looking at the surrounding environment and listening to the noisy sounds all around. Wang Yan found it very strange.

In reality, Wang Yan had never been to Shanghai. One second he was in his hometown in the Northeast, and the next he was standing at the Shanghai Railway Station from over a decade ago. This feeling was truly... damn good.

He flipped through the information sent by the system in his mind.

The identity arranged by the system was Wang Jia's older brother—a real one. Their parents had passed away a few years ago, and he had no wife; only the two siblings were left.

He had come to Shanghai this time because he heard his sister Wang Jia had given birth, and her husband had leukemia. His sister had borrowed money and asked for help, so as the only family member left, he had come to check on her.

The system had handled all the identity documents and even provided fifty thousand in cash, all stored in the space.

Looking at the sunset glow on the horizon, he hoisted the large bag filled with local specialties, waved down a taxi, and found the residential complex where Wang Jia lived based on his memory.

He waved goodbye to the driver, looked at the old complex before him, asked for directions, and walked toward Wang Jia's home.

He checked the address to confirm he hadn't gone to the wrong place.

"Bang... bang... bang."

The iron door was knocked until it clanged by Wang Yan.

"Coming, coming." Before long, the sound of footsteps came from inside.

With a "creak," the door was pushed open, revealing a man wearing glasses with a gaunt face.

Lv Shengyi saw Wang Yan standing at the door. "Oh, Brother is here. Come in quickly."

As he spoke, he moved aside, slightly complaining, "Why didn't you tell me when you arrived? I could have gone to pick you up."

"It's not like I couldn't find it; why bother you guys?" As he spoke, Wang Yan squeezed into the room.

At this moment, Wang Jia inside heard the commotion and walked out. Seeing Wang Yan, she shouted, "Brother!"

She threw herself directly onto Wang Yan and burst into tears. With the child born and her husband terminally ill, her anxiety about the future and her helplessness were all vented the moment she saw Wang Yan.

Although her brother drank, gambled, and got into fights, he was truly good to her, taking care of and protecting her since she was small.

Now seeing Wang Yan, she was sobbing with tears and snot, feeling aggrieved.

Wang Yan felt awkward and hurriedly tried to soothe her, his head spinning. He had never seen such a scene before.

Regarding Wang Jia, Wang Yan had the memories instilled by the system, as if he had experienced them himself. However, subjectively, Wang Yan felt some rejection, and he always felt unnatural when facing Wang Jia.

"Don't be so startled. Didn't I come? Don't worry, it's nothing major. Don't scare the child." After much persuasion, he managed to stabilize Wang Jia.

He walked into the room and looked at the little one still in swaddling clothes, feeling a pang of affection.

This was the time when children were most adorable; it wouldn't be the same when they grew up.

Although he didn't even have a wife in reality, it didn't affect Wang Yan's heart of an old father.

"Have you named him?" Wang Yan asked.

"Shengyi named him Lü Ping."

Wang Yan smacked his lips. "Lü Ping, that's good."

He teased the child for a while, and seeing little Lü Ping sleeping soundly after being fussed over, Wang Yan felt happy in body and mind.

Sitting down in the living room, facing the young couple, Wang Yan asked, "How is your illness?"

"It can't be cured, only maintained with medicine. But the medicine is too expensive—37,000 per bottle, and one bottle only lasts half a month. Selling my old house would only cover half a year. Sigh..." Lv Shengyi lamented.

Lv Shengyi's parents had passed away a few years ago, leaving behind a house. Before he got sick, he was also a middle-class citizen in Shanghai, with no worries about food or drink.

"I can't afford it anymore. I can still hold on for a while, but I'm thinking of just letting it go."

"I won't treat it anymore. I won't drag them down. I'll leave this house to Wang Jia and the child, and I'll just let myself die. It's just that I've let the mother and son down."

Wang Jia just wiped her tears silently on the side.

Wang Yan cursed angrily, "You useless piece of trash! What bullshit 'letting yourself die'? What are you going to make this widow and orphan do? Stop spouting useless bullshit."

"37,000 domestically, but what about abroad? Think of a way elsewhere."

"Can a living person be suffocated by urine?"

"Abroad, the medicine from India is effective and cheap, only 2,000. I've had someone verify it, but you can't buy it domestically," Lv Shengyi replied. At this time, Lv Shengyi hadn't gone to Cheng Yong yet.

Wang Yan said forcefully, "Look, isn't there a way out? Always thinking about dying. Alright, I'll think of a way. Are there many people with this illness?"

Wang Jia spoke up at this moment: "Brother, you don't want to smuggle, do you? Don't do anything stupid; that's against the law."

Wang Jia knew this brother of hers quite well. He had been causing trouble since he was small, and he was bold. Wang Jia was afraid that if this brother got into trouble again, what would happen?

"Yeah, Brother, you can't do illegal things. You'll be sentenced if you get caught," Lv Shengyi also advised from the side.

Wang Jia had told him about her brother's past, and he had listened with trepidation. To be honest, he was quite afraid of this brother-in-law.

Of course, they didn't know that the person in front of them had already changed; he wasn't the reckless brother they knew.

Whether this brother existed in the plot was debatable, so Wang Yan could only say the system was awesome.

Come to think of it, the current Wang Yan, including the protagonists in the novels he read, were all small, insignificant people in their original lives who, once they transmigrated, lived wildly in various worlds.

Including knowledge, vision, experience, and pattern—these things could not be made up for by foresight alone. Regarding this, Wang Yan could only say it was truly damn refreshing. After all, he was also one of those insignificant people, not an elite or a winner in life. Who wouldn't want to turn the tables?

"Forget it. Your life is almost gone; why talk about those things? What's wrong with wanting to live?"

"Besides, you're my only sister. I can't just watch you become a widow with an orphan."

"Alright, don't worry about it. Just focus on your postpartum recovery and don't worry blindly." Wang Yan made the final decision.

"How much money do you have left? I have 50,000 here," Wang Yan asked. Money made things easier.

Wang Jia said, "A little less than that." She was the one managing the household.

"Alright, take out 50,000 for me tomorrow. I'll make a trip."

Seeing they didn't speak, "Alright, stop thinking about it. Get something to eat; I haven't eaten yet."

Afterward, they ate, drank some wine, and Wang Yan carefully learned about the situation from Lv Shengyi.

It was only then that Wang Yan learned that Lv Shengyi had already started looking for someone who could smuggle and had already found Cheng Yong's neighbor, Zhang Jun, who ran a hotel.

Through some guidance, he also learned about Liu Sihui.

After eating and drinking, because the place was small, Wang Yan slept on the sofa.

Wang Yan fell asleep, but the young couple had no heart to sleep.

Looking at the sleeping child, they whispered to each other, staying awake all night.

The next day, Wang Yan was woken up by the child's crying. His body wasn't very comfortable; after all, he had slept on the sofa all night.

"Crying quite loudly." Woken up from a good dream, Wang Yan said helplessly.

After breakfast, Wang Jia and Lv Shengyi handed the 50,000 they had withdrawn early in the morning to Wang Yan with worried faces.

"Brother, be careful. India is not like our country," Wang Jia advised worriedly.

"Alright, don't worry. I'll be back in three to five days." Wang Yan waved his hand and left.

He found an internet cafe, and looking at the dozen or so bulky computers in the small room, Wang Yan couldn't help but sigh at the speed of technological iteration.

In just over ten years, the speed of technological iteration was unimaginable. In reality, this stuff wouldn't even be worth a kitchen knife; it would have been thrown in the trash long ago.

He went online to check some information about Gleevec in India. Although information was exploding now, it was still far behind what it would be in over ten years. Just looking at the number of internet users in the country at this time, it was only over 40 million, while in 2020 it was over a billion—a chasm of difference.

Wang Yan came to the internet cafe mainly to confirm whether the information he found in reality matched the information in the film world. After all, these were two different worlds, and information would be different.

After confirming the information, he went to buy a machete and a dagger, which he put into the space for self-defense.

The identity information system had been fully arranged. Wang Yan went to buy a plane ticket to India and set off. ===== CHAPTER 2 =====