[{"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-27":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":21,"novelImage":22},{"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},2333953,4564,"Chapter 27: Change the Title to","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-27",27,"\u003Cp>Eat well, drink well—Wang Yan pretended to be drunk again, drinking even more than last time; if you’re going to fake it, do it right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again, Gu Jia dragged both of them back home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time Wang Yan was much more restrained—he couldn’t keep pulling little tricks. What if he lost control by accident? That’d be embarrassing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First time’s a stranger, second time’s familiar. This time, Gu Jia knew the ropes—she had the access code and gate pass, and settled Wang Yan in with effortless ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for everyone else, Wang Yan slept soundly in a peaceful dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, he went to the company to handle some matters. Some things his subordinates simply couldn’t manage—he had to step in himself. Besides, if everything could be handled by others, he wouldn’t trust them anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over this period, Wang Yan had diversified his operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He successfully liquidated all his previous stocks, securities, and other random assets. Meanwhile, he had people quietly siphoning funds on international markets. His scale was too small to stir up major waves—he’d get crushed easily. But small-time skimming worked fine; his assets grew steadily, nearly doubling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His company wasn’t just doing work for him—it also raised a portion of capital like a private equity fund. The returns were solid, and the investors were quite satisfied. Strong performance was the best advertising; rich people’s money sat idle in banks, watching it depreciate daily, making their hearts tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scoured everywhere for high-yield projects to preserve their wealth from erosion. Through word of mouth, Wang Yan had become somewhat well-known. He’d attracted substantial funds, enough to operate effectively. His main goal, however, was expanding his network—after all, things always go smoother with connections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a manager, a controller, he certainly didn’t micromanage everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan devoted most of his time to improving himself. He never slacked off on this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being able to clearly sense his own progress felt like flying—he never wanted to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was lucky—he could experience that thrill. Whether useful or not, once he mastered a certain level of skill, the system panel would display the corresponding ability. That sense of accomplishment was unmatched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Wang Yan could write code competently—he was building a small website. He didn’t need to understand underlying principles; once he learned the basic syntax, he could pick up frameworks, tinker for a couple days, and get something working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention Wang Yan’s learning ability. He didn’t need full mastery—just understanding most of how things worked was enough. For problems he couldn’t solve, open-source communities and forums were full of programmers yakking away; he’d just browse around and figure it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Wang Yan was banging away at his keyboard enthusiastically, he received an unexpected call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Huanshan and his good friend Shen Jie had been playing soccer, got into an argument with some kids, and got beaten up. They left him black-and-blue. The police took them to the station. Xu Huanshan didn’t want Gu Jia to find out—he’d get scolded nonstop. After thinking it over, he remembered Wang Yan, who’d been drinking with him the day before—his son’s godfather, his guiding light, his life mentor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately called Wang Yan, hoping he’d come help sort things out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was speechless. You got your ass kicked like that—how the hell are you going to explain it to Gu Jia? With her mind, three sentences and she’d know everything. You think you can hide it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since they’d already called, Wang Yan couldn’t refuse. He enthusiastically agreed, told him to wait a bit, and said he’d be right there. A free chance to boost goodwill? Absolutely had to take it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan tidied up, went downstairs, and drove to the police station where Xu Huanshan was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, he saw a row of people squatting—he found Xu Huanshan, black-and-blue and squatting there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Huanshan saw Wang Yan and felt like he’d seen a savior—he stood up immediately. “Lao Wang, you finally showed up! These kids today have no morals—they specifically target the face. Look at me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others who’d been playing soccer also stood up when they saw their savior arrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Jie beside him chimed in: “They hit way too hard—I lost my shoe completely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan burst out laughing. “Haha, you’re Shen Jie, right? Lao Xu mentioned you when we drank last time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, you’re too funny—this is a serious situation, don’t make me laugh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan shook his head. “Alright, keep squatting. I’ll handle this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan walked over to the officer. “Hello, officer, I’m a friend of Xu Huanshan—I’ve come to resolve this matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer shook his hand and gestured for Xu Huanshan to confirm his identity. “These kids are all students. We’ve already talked to them—they don’t want to settle privately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan thought for a moment. “How about this—I’ll talk to them again and try to reach a compromise. If we can settle privately, that’s better. Legal resources are limited—we shouldn’t waste them, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer agreed—he felt the same way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan walked over to the group of students squatting on the other side. “Who’s the leader here? Let’s resolve this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the youths spoke up: “No need to talk—we don’t want money. This isn’t negotiable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, they’d been discussing it for a long time—they were determined to get some kind of resolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For these students, even Chen Xu could handle it—let alone Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked up to him. “Let me say one thing. You’re all students. If this escalates, what consequences will you face for organized, disciplined gang fighting? Think about how your parents will react.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan looked around. “I’m not trying to scare you—think carefully.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Wang Yan’s words, their expressions changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their reaction, Wang Yan continued: “This isn’t a big deal. Isn’t there an old saying: better to resolve grudges than to deepen them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They got beaten up bad—you didn’t lose anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re all bosses—they won’t skimp on this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here’s an idea: you like soccer, right? I’ll get them to give each of you a membership card for the field—go play whenever you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And I’ll get each of you a pair of soccer shoes—just a small token. What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked at each other, exchanged glances. The same youth spoke up: “Alright, fine. We don’t want this to get too big. We’ll go with your suggestion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing they were reasonable, Wang Yan said: “Good. You’ve been playing soccer and fighting all day—you must be hungry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After we finish up, I’ll treat you all to a meal—eat and drink whatever you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Yan so generous, they said nothing. They were hungry anyway—who says no to free food?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reaching an agreement, Wang Yan had Xu Huanshan send someone to take the students to buy shoes, get memberships, and eat. He then found the officer, signed a letter of understanding, and completed all the paperwork—case closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the procedures, as they stepped out of the station, the person Xu Huanshan had called arrived—it was Chen Xu, of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan called Chen Xu over, took five ten-thousand-yuan cash from his car, and handed it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xu was the most normal among them—just a bit eccentric, but his thinking was sound. He didn’t know exactly how much things cost, but with over ten people, he guessed four or five ten-thousand-yuan would be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan told him to accompany them, gave him his contact, and said: “If you need more money, call me. Whatever’s left over is yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Huanshan added a few more instructions to Chen Xu—mostly not to tell Gu Jia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Chen Xu happily left—he knew eating, drinking, and buying shoes wouldn’t cost much. If he managed well, he could pocket ten or twenty thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving Chen Xu his instructions, Xu Huanshan walked over to Wang Yan. “Man, Lao Wang, I’m so sorry to drag you out like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That money’s a loan—I’ll pay you back when I get home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan shook his head. “Forget it. It’s not much. What kind of relationship do we have? Don’t be so formal. Just leave it. Next time, treat me to a meal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Shen Jie. “We’re all friends—I’ll call you Lao Shen. Don’t be polite—call me Lao Wang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard from Lao Xu you’re in fireworks too. I told him the same thing—safety is critical. If something goes wrong with that stuff, it’s no small matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan gave Shen Jie a reminder—he’d only appeared for two episodes before getting arrested. He was just tossing it out casually—take it or leave it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Jie nodded. Though he’d never met Wang Yan before, Xu Huanshan had mentioned him often, always saying he’d introduce them someday. A friend’s friend is a friend too—and Wang Yan wasn’t cursing him. The fact that Wang Yan warned him on their first meeting meant he didn’t treat him as a stranger. Shen Jie was genuinely pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been slack lately—I should go check things out,” Shen Jie thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them smoked a cigarette at the station entrance and chatted for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mostly, the two losers, beaten up like that, were still boasting about how fierce they’d been in the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan understood—men’s joy was that simple. Even though they’d lost, they’d still released pressure from work and life—they were genuinely happy inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood, but he didn’t want to indulge them. What’s the point of kids fighting? If Wang Yan truly lost his temper, a single glance—carrying the weight of dozens of lives—was no joke. These kids? They wouldn’t just pee themselves—they’d be trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After listening to their boasting for a while, Wang Yan said: “Alright, enough. Let’s go. I’ll drive you home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s it for today. Let’s do something proper another time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no other thoughts—got in the car, said nothing, already thinking about how to explain their black-and-blue faces to their wives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Going home looking like that? Without a decent excuse, it wouldn’t fly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Jie’s place was a bit farther, but still central. After all, he was a multi-millionaire—his home wasn’t some remote dump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after dropping off Shen Jie, Wang Yan drove Xu Huanshan back to Junyue Fu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the elevator, as they neared the twelfth floor, Wang Yan said nothing—just gave him a look that said, “Good luck.” He didn’t think Xu Huanshan had a chance. Gu Jia would either call or come upstairs to confront him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, when Gu Jia saw Xu Huanshan’s battered face, she rushed over: “What happened to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Huanshan turned into a mouse facing a cat. He stammered out the excuse he’d rehearsed for hours. They’d been together so long—Gu Jia knew him too well. One look told her he was lying through his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In three sentences, she took full control—he finally spilled the whole story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Gu Jia heard he’d gotten into a fight with students while playing soccer—and lost—she thought about his upcoming trip to Beijing to present plans and negotiate partnerships at the amusement park. She was furious, and gave him a scolding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fed up with her nagging, Xu Huanshan snapped. He let out some truths—about his eldest son, about his obsession with climbing the social ladder among wives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did she hustle so hard, grovel so much? Who was it all for? Wasn’t it for their happiness? Facing her husband’s lack of appreciation, Gu Jia was heartbroken. But knowing Xu Huanshan hated this kind of talk, she loved him precisely because he was this kind of man. She suppressed her anger and gently comforted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Huanshan was a softie—over the years, Gu Jia had mastered him completely. Within a few sentences, his anger vanished, and they resumed their sweet, affectionate harmony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After applying ointment to Xu Huanshan, she let him play with the child. Then she busied herself making some small pastries. She brought them upstairs for Wang Yan to taste—her way of expressing thanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan invited Gu Jia to sit inside. She smiled and declined. When alone with Wang Yan, she always felt uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t care about her refusal—it only proved she had feelings. They chatted at the door, and he reminded her to bring his godson over to play before seeing her off downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After seeing Gu Jia off, he turned back inside, sat on a cushion in the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan brewed a pot of tea and ate the pastries Gu Jia had brought. The taste was indeed good—enough to earn praise from wealthy ladies who’d tasted the finest delicacies. Her skill was certainly adequate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today Xu Huanshan got beaten up; tomorrow he flies to Beijing. Lin Youyou should be making her entrance soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he ate, he called his two subordinates and told them to assign someone to track Xu Huanshan’s movements. Once he got them together, Wang Yan would begin his own move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Huanshan would be in Beijing for ten days or so before returning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jia would stay home, take care of the child, run her pastry shop, and climb the social ladder among the wives. Of course, Wang Yan couldn’t be absent—his godson kept demanding to play with his godfather. When Gu Jia was too busy to handle the child, besides the nanny, she now had another option: Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, in Gu Jia’s heart, she preferred Wang Yan to the nanny. Trust built gradually. Over time, she stopped using the nanny entirely and simply called Wang Yan to take the child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frankly, Gu Jia and Xu Huanshan envied Wang Yan—he had nothing to do all day. Every time they called him, he was either studying or out somewhere having fun. They weren’t ignorant of finance—they just never saw anyone in this field as idle as Wang Yan, wandering around with no responsibilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Huanshan knew Wang Yan took care of the child too—he said nothing. In fact, every time he saw Xu Ziyun laughing heartily, he was deeply grateful to Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes Wang Yan picked him up from school; sometimes they spent weekends exploring Shanghai. Other times, to maintain his physical condition, Wang Yan trained at a martial arts school he’d acquired. Children all dream of heroes—Xu Ziyun watched Wang Yan practice with powerful, dynamic movements and became utterly worshipful. He clung to Wang Yan’s legs, begged, whined, rolled around, demanding to learn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan thought about it, then asked Gu Jia and Xu Huanshan—mostly Gu Jia’s opinion. When she heard Wang Yan ask, she was slightly surprised: “No wonder he felt so good when he touched me—he’s actually trained?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jia had always pursued elite education for Xu Ziyun and supported martial arts to strengthen his physique. Especially since it came from Wang Yan, who had grown increasingly important in her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jia’s education was decent—she’d instilled persistence above all else. Martial arts were hard—even though Xu Ziyun was only four and training lightly, it was still a big challenge for him. Xu Ziyun’s own determination, combined with Wang Yan demonstrating moves right in front of him whenever he nearly gave up, gave him motivation to keep going—and he made steady progress. Overall, it was good—he never quit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time Wang Yan brought Xu Ziyun back, cheerful, energetic, and more boyish, Gu Jia was delighted. She could see Xu Ziyun was truly happy—happier and more outgoing than when she took care of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As time passed, Wang Yan found it awkward that the child kept calling him “godfather.” He finally spoke to Gu Jia and Xu Huanshan and suggested changing it to “Dad.” For clarity, Xu Huanshan would be called “Dad.” It was just a title—they didn’t object. Xu Ziyun happily started calling him “Dad,” the word rolling off his tongue naturally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Huanshan sometimes couldn’t help wondering if, in Xu Ziyang’s heart, “Dad” was closer than “Father.” But every time he saw Xu Ziyang laughing and joking with him, he let it go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he was completely bewitched by Lin Youyou—how could he possibly have time to care for his wife and child? That left the perfect opening for his life mentor, guiding light, and good friend, Old Wang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Gu Jia, he found not a shred of masculine confidence. But with Lin Youyou, it was different—she acted exactly like a fangirl utterly conquered by Xu Huanshan’s male charm: warm, sweet, lively, and adorable. On Lin Youyou, Xu Huanshan rediscovered the confidence of a man, and without realizing it, he became lost in it.\u003C\u002Fp>",2754,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","63386ba07c430666edf4d4f0e216519782bf57daf2ae274a1223ed942cfd8d00","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-28","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-26",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]