[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film-":3,"chapter-from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-1000":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","From the God of Medicine: A Journey Through Film and TV Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":12,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2334926,4564,"Chapter 1000","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-1000",1000,"\u003Cp>After harshly criticizing Mei Ping, Miss Wang lost all her spirit and slumped over the desk, distressed. “I remember when you came to No. 27 to pick me up for dinner on Huanghe Road—you told me then that Mei Ping was scheming, that you were looking out for me. But I was impatient and didn’t listen. Now I realize how foolish I was.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Miss Wang explain the full story, Wang Yan couldn’t help but smile. Earlier, when she hadn’t been wearing the pearl earrings sent by Abao, Wang Yan had assumed she’d handed them in—but in fact, she’d simply forgotten them, leaving them in her desk drawer. She’d rummaged through it daily, and they’d turned up again. She was always so rushed she hadn’t remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plot had returned to its original course, and at this point, Ling Hong had no choice but to produce the purchase invoice—it was no longer a matter of whether Wang Yan wanted to act or not. If Ling Hong didn’t produce the invoice, the price of those pearl earrings would be 26,000 yuan in 1993. For Miss Wang, a reprimand would be the least of it; she might even end up in prison. The nature of the offense was entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said that yourself—I never said, ‘I told you so.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you just said it now! And you’re laughing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t cry, can I? I’ll call Ling Zi and the others—tell Ling Hong to find that invoice, or this won’t be a small matter for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan picked up his brick phone with a smile and called Yedongjing, explaining the seriousness of the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, he said with a grin, “I came straight from No. 27, wanted to find you, but Mei Ping said you’d left, so I went to Jin Ke to check the situation…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, even my master doesn’t protect me at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re wrong to blame Jin Ke. First and foremost, she’s your superior, secondly your master. When a subordinate raises an issue, she can’t ignore it. If she shielded you now, you’d both be leaving early—and that would look bad. She has to avoid even the appearance of favoritism.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think I don’t know that? I just can’t accept it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan shook his head and changed the subject. “When I left No. 27, Mei Ping came to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did she want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Said she wanted to take over Hongyun’s business and guarantee she’d handle it perfectly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My case hasn’t even been resolved yet—how eager is she?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told her I’d already discussed it with Jin Ke, and that Jin Ke would handle everything. I got in the car to leave, but she called me back and said…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Wang Yan’s words, Miss Wang slammed her fist on the table again, furious. “How did I never see Mei Ping was like this? She…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scolded Mei Ping again, then deflated. “But you absolutely must not say anything to our superiors—how would they see me? How would they see you? I made a bad choice in friends, but I won’t use my influence to bully others.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded with a smile. “Don’t worry—people like Mei Ping won’t last long. She’ll have a hard time ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s hard about it? No one’s going to point at her nose and curse her. Everyone just smiles politely, avoids offending anyone. As for what’s said behind her back? Mei Ping doesn’t care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, you’ve improved. I still remember the look on your face when you insisted Mei Ping would never harm you—so certain, so confident.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re still talking? I’ll hit you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang gritted her teeth and swung her fists at him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Wang, I understand what happened. That kind of person? They’re like sticky candy—no shame at all. We’re decent people; no need to waste energy on them. I say, you shouldn’t have suffered at No. 27. After this, your promotion’s out of the question. Staying there just invites gossip. Everyone’s talking about going into business now. Mr. Wang is right here—he’ll definitely do better for you than No. 27 ever could.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the rain-soaked restaurant, the owner came over with the food and spoke these words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan clapped his hands and added, “The boss is right—we won’t take this abuse. Come with me—I’ll give you shares.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. If I do something, I want to build it from scratch—I won’t join your company.” Miss Wang pouted and gave Wang Yan another light punch. She was thinking of “keeping,” of Little Jiangxi, of Betty in Hong Kong, of Li Li…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t just watch you struggle—I’ll help you, openly or behind the scenes. Isn’t working with me the same thing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang fell silent. Wang Yan was right. She didn’t fully grasp his power, but she knew it was immense. Working in government, entangled with Hongyun, she understood exactly how much weight Wang Yan carried in their circles. And his many businesses—all seemed to be thriving. Helping her would be effortless for him. She hadn’t realized it until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh…” Miss Wang waved her hand irritably. “Let’s deal with today first—I don’t even know what the outcome will be. They’re making me write a self-criticism. It’s driving me crazy. I made a mistake, sure, but it’s minor—why are they blowing it out of proportion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Organizational procedure, organizational rules. If they tell you to write, write. All your grumbling won’t get you anywhere.” Seeing her glare, Wang Yan smiled. “Eat first. I’ll dictate what you write—you won’t have to strain your brain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s more like it.” Miss Wang shot him a look, then grabbed a plate of ribs and started eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve been sitting here for hours—haven’t eaten yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m hungry again. Is that a crime?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan shook his head and ate the ribs and rice cakes with Miss Wang, listening to her endless complaints about today’s events—mostly cursing Mei Ping, then the Personnel Department…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the meal, Wang Yan stood up. “Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where to? Don’t we still have to write the self-criticism?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To my place. I’ve paper and pen ready, and a big desk—plenty of room to spread out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang eyed him suspiciously. “I’m warning you—don’t get any funny ideas.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you talking about? Look at the owner’s expression.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting the owner’s knowing gaze, Miss Wang blushed, grabbed her small bag. “Fine, let’s go. Tao Tao and the others all say your place is great—I’ve never seen it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan ran out laughing to start the car. Once Miss Wang got in, he drove through the rain toward the familiar Julu Road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the rush hour. The heavy rain darkened the sky. Those unprepared ran frantically; those prepared smiled inwardly. Drivers already in their cars honked incessantly—a lively scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang hugged her arms, forehead pressed against the cold, rain-streaked window, suppressing her inner turmoil. It was raining hard, it was night, she was going to a man’s home—even though she knew him so well, even though they’d kissed and touched—she still couldn’t help resisting. And yet, beneath the resistance, she couldn’t help but anticipate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was torn—longing and fear. Her mind was filled with memories of Wang Yan. Of course, Betty, Li Li, and Little Jiangxi still crept in. She wondered if it was worth it, if she truly had the courage to decide—she was fighting with herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So much so that the events of today had slipped from her mind…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While she was lost in chaotic thoughts, Wang Yan stopped the car, turned to her with a grin. “We’re here. Get out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Scared? I won’t eat you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the one who’s scared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang snorted, opened the door, stepped out, and ran a few steps with Wang Yan into the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wandered around, peering here and there, pulled out a few books to flip through, then plopped down on the comfortable sofa, swinging her legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your place is really nicely decorated—so comfortable. I never thought a guy like you would keep such a tidy home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hired someone to clean regularly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And these books? Have you read them all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve flipped through most of them. No matter when, ignorance won’t do. You can’t stop learning and improving. I’ve got so many businesses—I don’t understand many things. If I don’t understand, my subordinates will cheat me. I study just so they won’t deceive me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled, pulled out paper and pen, and placed them on the large window-side desk. “Come on, write quickly. Get it over with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh come on, you won’t even offer me a drink?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan tossed her a bottle of mineral water. She caught it, checked the brand. “Mount Zhangbai? New?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A friend gave it to me. It’ll be on the market soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obviously, now wasn’t the time for anything that spoiled the mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mount Zhangbai mineral water was the first batch produced by Betty after months of effort. She’d sent him a pile to review. Mineral water? There wasn’t much to inspect—just keep it clean. The rest was all about hype.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had already given Betty the advertising lines: “We don’t produce water—we’re just nature’s deliverymen.” And “Mount Zhangbai, a little sweet.” Honestly, those two phrases were incredibly powerful—a true marketing classic…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang didn’t care. She opened it, took a sip, didn’t notice any difference, then reluctantly sat down, sighed heavily, picked up the pen like it was a death sentence. “Go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang wasn’t good at handling bureaucratic tasks—she was stubborn. Just like in the original plot, when she wrote her self-criticism with Uncle Ye at the ribs-and-rice-cake shop, now with Wang Yan it was the same. For any point admitting fault, she always resisted, always wanted to argue with Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a simple self-criticism took until ten o’clock to finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally done, Miss Wang folded it neatly three times and tucked it into her bag, stretched, yawned. “Finally done. Didn’t expect you’ve never worked in government—you’re so familiar with this stuff.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve read every government announcement, official document, and leader’s quote—they’re all basically the same. See? Reading pays off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang said, “Yes, yes, you’re so well-read, so impressive. It’s late—take me home. My parents will worry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My place is huge. It’s late, the rain hasn’t stopped, the bedding’s ready—just stay the night. Call them, tell them you’re staying at a friend’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No… um…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she finished speaking, Wang Yan had stepped forward, picked her up, and sat her on the soft sofa, kissing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, Miss Wang, cheeks flushed, gasped for breath, and punched him hard. “I knew you had ulterior motives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you came anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—I need to call first.” She pushed away his hand again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The call took only a few words. She brushed off her father’s questions, said the rain was too heavy to travel, and was staying overnight at a friend’s. She hung up and tossed Wang Yan’s brick phone aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All set now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you ever betray me, I’ll kill you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve already betrayed you enough—how could I betray you again?” Wang Yan shook his head, smiling. “Think about it—we’ve known each other three years. Don’t you know who I am?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know. I thought you were good once. Then I found out you were someone who deserved to be shot. I wanted to cut you off completely—but I couldn’t bear to. And then I couldn’t bear to let go. It’s all your fault.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, it’s all my fault.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they spoke, Wang Yan rose, lifted the disheveled Miss Wang, and carried her up the stairs…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain still hadn’t stopped. Rain blurred the windows. Indoor light glowed on the glass, tracing droplets that reflected the beautiful woman tightly clinging to the man’s neck, frowning softly as she sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain grew heavier, thunder and lightning flashed. Rain fell to earth, soaked into soil, merged into streams, and finally poured into the sea—a vast, overwhelming downpour…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-end ingredients often need only the simplest cooking—but old hen soup is not one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had lost count of how many times, after waking to a woman locked in his arms, he’d slipped out, stretched his arm, pried open her legs, gone to the morning market, carefully selected a lively old hen, added ginseng and herbs, simmered it for hours, and turned it into a nourishing delicacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhausted, aching, and blissfully spent, Miss Wang woke to the scent of the soup. Breathing in the aroma, she finally emerged from her haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hugging the blanket, feeling the strange sensations in her body, she stared blankly at the ceiling. After a jumble of thoughts, she slowly put on the clothes Wang Yan had already laid out and went downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the bottom, she saw Wang Yan in loose shorts, bare-chested, legs crossed, smoking and reading on the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked over as if it were natural, took a bottle of mineral water, and asked casually, “What’s cooking? Smells so good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old hen soup.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm… that’s the family recipe you told me about before?” Miss Wang remembered the past, frowned, glared at him. “So that’s what you were planning all along!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That wasn’t then. The moment I saw you at the ribs-and-rice-cake shop, I thought—this woman will be my wife.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, now you’re just keeping me.” Miss Wang wasn’t done. She hurled the water bottle at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fate brought us here—we never imagined this. When things happen, you must face them, accept them. Like Mei Ping’s betrayal… and like us…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you dare say it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan shrugged, stood up, guided Miss Wang to the dining table. “Sit down. Dinner’s ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be late for work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you still have work today? I’ve already called Jin Ke. You just need to go over this afternoon, submit your self-criticism, and chat with the Organization Department.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still chatting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you don’t sort this out properly, you’ll be chatting every day. I’m going to check on Yedongjing this afternoon—see if we’ve found Ling Hong’s purchase order. Even if we haven’t, we need to find a solution. The punishment doesn’t matter, but we can’t actually end up in jail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait.” Miss Wang suddenly spoke up. “If you call my master to take leave, won’t he find out we’re together? We have rules—no relationships with people we’re connected to. Then even if I’m cleared, I still can’t stay at No. 27?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t get married.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan stopped mid-sentence, but Miss Wang understood exactly what he meant, and immediately shot him an irritated glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t look at me like that. It’s actually better if you leave No. 27. Think about it—if you’re still working there, I can’t give you anything. And if I’m about to be shot, the only thing I can use to make up for you is money. But if you leave No. 27, you can buy whatever you want. Don’t save my money—spend it all. Spend me broke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want that. That would make me your kept woman. I’m not Little Jiangxi—I want to do things myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t we back to the same thing again? Isn’t it all the same? If you like fashion, go work at Hongyun. If you like sports teams, manage one. If you like something else, I’ll fund you to start a company. Isn’t that great? Not using the resources you have is the stupidest thing. You get it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m hungry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan shook his head with a smile, said no more, turned, and went into the kitchen. Besides the chicken soup, he stir-fried two more dishes, then sat down to eat with Miss Wang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm~” Miss Wang slurped the chicken soup, nodding repeatedly. “Honestly, your chicken soup is amazing. Your ancestors must’ve been great…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was complimenting you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still, thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang smiled dreamily, then said: “But I still love pork ribs with rice cake the most.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I love pork ribs with rice cake too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two looked at each other and smiled…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Miss Wang wasn’t as composed as she appeared. A good young girl, suddenly becoming a woman overnight—there were bound to be many awkward feelings. Especially since the man was Wang Yan, someone who deserved to be shot. Having just lost something precious, Miss Wang was deeply insecure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face stayed flushed with embarrassment, yet she pretended to be casual, laughing and scolding—so awkward. But everything was answered in that one phrase: pork ribs with rice cake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan truly loved pork ribs with rice cake…\u003C\u002Fp>",2755,"2026-06-20T21:08:55.377Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cccabdb855bc685eabd0a00166769241382ee85a927cc149b057de9c1c4084d5",null,"from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-999","https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]