[{"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-35":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},2333961,4564,"Chapter 35: Zhao Jingyu","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-35",35,"\u003Cp>Chen Yu found someone to vent to, poured out his grievances, and railed against all kinds of chaos—from frontline news gathering all the way up to leadership and society, and the entire media industry, he unleashed a furious tirade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When someone is passionately venting, it’s best not to interrupt, for the catharsis of unburdening oneself is deeply satisfying; after holding back frustration for so long, finally releasing that pent-up anger is truly liberating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t interrupt at all—he listened with full approval, smiling, occasionally nodding and chiming in with brief affirmations, stepping in at key moments to lend support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Chen Yu had finally emptied his heart, he remembered why he’d come, remembered who was sitting across from him, and realized how inappropriate it had been—he immediately offered Wang Yan an apologetic smile: “Sorry, I got carried away, talked too much.” He then picked up his coffee and took a sip to mask his embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s there to be sorry about? You’re absolutely right—many of your thoughts align with mine, and it’s only made me admire you more.” Wang Yan waved off his polite humility and smiled. “You’ve said so much—I think it’s time we get to the point.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You speak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Earlier on the phone, I told you I wanted to start a self-media venture, and when I said I wanted to spread truth, goodness, and beauty, I wasn’t just talking empty words. After hearing your outburst just now, I know you’re a person with ideals, responsibility, and integrity—I have great faith in you. So I want to entrust this project to someone like you: to build a company with conscience from scratch, overseeing everything. What do you say? Will you come help me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing he was being offered a leadership role, Chen Yu froze. Being a boss was obviously great—especially since, compared to his TV station rank, it was a leap of countless levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, facing a golden opportunity like this—falling from the sky and landing right on your head—it would be false to claim he wasn’t excited. But Chen Yu was an honest man; he knew exactly his own level as a frontline reporter and had a clear-eyed assessment of his abilities—he couldn’t betray the trust placed in him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately shook his head and refused: “I’m sorry, Manager Wang, the position you’re offering is too high. I’m just a lowly reporter—my capabilities are truly limited. Thank you for your recognition, but I can’t afford to let you down. I’m truly sorry, Manager Wang—I’m not qualified for the role you’ve offered.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t rush to refuse—you haven’t even tried yet, how do you know you can’t do it? You’ve been a reporter for years, you know plenty of people in the industry, you understand all the ins and outs—you’ve just never taken the lead or made the final calls.” Wang Yan smiled. “And most importantly, if your skills aren’t enough, you can always learn and improve. What I care about is character—everything else is secondary. If you work hard, you’ll get there. I’m not in a hurry for results; you have plenty of time—take it slow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chen Yu open his mouth to protest, Wang Yan cut in: “What’s your current salary at the TV station?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu thought for a moment and replied politely: “Including project bonuses and other miscellaneous income, it’s just under 200,000.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan waved his hand dismissively: “Then I’ll double it, round it up—after tax, 500,000, full benefits. Don’t say another word—I know your concerns, but I don’t care. Chen Yu, if I’m not worried, why should you be? It’s settled!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up, clapped Chen Yu on the shoulder: “Go back and finish your resignation paperwork quickly. The company is currently acquiring assets—call me once you’re done, and you can help oversee the process. That’s all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without waiting for Chen Yu’s reaction, Wang Yan walked out. After all, such a great offer, such a prime position—what was there to refuse? What was there to hesitate over? To be blunt, even if Chen Yu was utterly incompetent and bled the company dry, Wang Yan would still support him—this amount of money was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the café, Wang Yan took a taxi back to Tianyue Mansion. When he arrived, Gu Jia had already prepared dinner and was waiting for him to eat together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the door open, Xu Ziyan, who had been waiting impatiently, rushed over and hugged Wang Yan’s leg: “Dad, you’re finally back—I’m starving!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan changed his shoes, bent down, and picked up Xu Ziyan: “If you’re hungry, why didn’t you eat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom insisted we wait for you to eat together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so? Then I’ll tell Mom—how can you keep a child from eating? Don’t suffer—I’ll wash up with you, then we’ll eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan took Xu Ziyan to the bathroom to wash their hands; meanwhile, Gu Jia brought the dishes to the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three sat down to eat. Wang Yan placed a bite of food in Xu Ziyan’s bowl, watching him shovel it in, and said: “Next time, don’t wait for me—just eat. Look how hungry Ziyan is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jia nodded with a smile—she simply wanted Wang Yan to feel more at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over dinner, they chatted and laughed. Xu Ziyan acted silly, Gu Jia tended to the child while recounting small events from her day—everything was warm and joyful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, as usual, they engaged in family bonding: Wang Yan and Gu Jia played with Xu Ziyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After tucking the child in, and after their usual marital intimacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hssss… huuuh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding Gu Jia, Wang Yan lit a cigarette: “I forgot to mention over dinner—I’m going to Hong Kong tomorrow, back on Monday. Are you coming with the kid? If you do, I won’t have time to hang out—you two’ll have to shop alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jia paused, then said: “No, I won’t go. You won’t have time, and Ziyan has school on Monday—it’s only two days, not worth it, and he’ll throw a fit afterward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. Then stay home with Ziyan. When we have more time, we’ll make a special trip.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan replied, exchanged a few quiet words, and then they embraced and fell asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, after packing, Wang Yan boarded the flight to Hong Kong, arriving in the afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exiting the airport, he hailed a taxi, gave the driver the hotel address, and told him to drive there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taxi drivers are always like that—they love idle chatter, since driving alone is so boring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan exchanged half-hearted small talk with the driver, but his eyes kept scanning the windows. The last time he’d been here was in the 1990s of *Infernal Affairs*—twenty years later, Hong Kong had changed, sure, but it was no longer the old Four Asian Tigers. Still, he felt no deep nostalgia—*Infernal Affairs* held nothing for him to miss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the hotel, he booked a suite. After settling in, he stepped onto the balcony and called: “Hello, Zhao Jingyu?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“About Liang Zhengxian, I think we should talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, see you soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hung up, lay back in his chair, watched the scenery for a while, estimated the time, then set off for the meeting spot with Zhao Jingyu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t far—the hotel was near her home, and the meeting place was nearby: a teahouse. Wang Yan arrived early, ordered a pot of tea, and sipped slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Zhao Jingyu arrived precisely on time, walking gracefully to sit across from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sized her up—her looks didn’t quite match his taste, but she wore high heels, dressed elegantly, radiated femininity, and carried a touch of allure…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan extended his hand: “Hello, Wang Yan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhao Jingyu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shook hands; Wang Yan took the chance to feel her palm—it was soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about Liang Zhengxian did you want to discuss?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jingyu didn’t ask the usual pointless questions—Who are you? How did you find me? Anyone who showed up mentioning Liang Zhengxian clearly knew everything. As for who Wang Yan was? Obviously, Liang Zhengxian had been fooling around again, and now someone had come knocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked bluntly; Wang Yan cut straight to the point: “I know you’ve been with him for years, and he’s chased after every woman while ignoring you—do you want to break free from Liang Zhengxian?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jingyu smiled: “Why would I leave him? What’s in it for me? Isn’t my life good enough? If that’s all you’ve got to say, let’s not waste each other’s time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you’ve secretly transferred a lot of assets behind his back, Zhao Jingyu. If you truly think that way, why transfer assets at all?” Wang Yan exposed her facade: “Besides, you’ve been with him seven years and gotten nothing. Can you guarantee that someday a younger, better woman won’t come along and he’ll kick you out, leaving you with nothing? But if you leave him, you’ll have more money than you can spend in a lifetime, no one to control you, free to do whatever you want—date whoever you like, even change partners eight times a day. Isn’t that a better life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke only of tangible benefits. Zhao Jingyu had spent years managing Liang Zhengxian’s messes—there was no love left, no romance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Wang Yan’s words, Zhao Jingyu fell silent—because he was telling the truth. Of course she had thoughts—but she had no way out. Hong Kong’s environment was unique; families like Liang’s controlled both legal and illegal spheres. A woman dependent on a man like her couldn’t escape his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, this seemed like an opportunity—clearly, he’d come prepared. Even if it failed, it was worth trying. Zhao Jingyu thought carefully and asked cautiously: “What exactly do you plan to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded, his tone commanding: “Give yourself half a month to accelerate asset transfers. I guarantee Liang Zhengxian won’t be able to touch you. The rest doesn’t concern you—you don’t need to worry about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having once controlled a behemoth conglomerate and risen to the top, Wang Yan’s authority was no joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Liang family wasn’t top-tier, Zhao Jingyu wasn’t naive—she’d lived in Hong Kong long enough to know the score. She recognized the aura of unstoppable control over life and death radiating from Wang Yan—he wasn’t some nobody.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To believe a stranger on mere words alone? She wasn’t foolish. But Wang Yan’s presence had won her over—she could at least trust him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, she had nothing to lose. Wang Yan only asked her to transfer assets—nothing else. And she was an expert at this—she’d done it countless times over the years. Now she was just speeding things up—no big deal. Still, she’d be cautious—if Wang Yan was just bluffing and she moved too fast and got caught, the consequences would be dire. But overall, the risk was minimal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After long consideration, Zhao Jingyu looked up and nodded firmly: “Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her agree, Wang Yan sipped his tea: “That’s the main reason I contacted you. As for the secondary matter…” He glanced at her again. “Would you be interested in having a drink with me? Let’s celebrate your coming freedom in advance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jingyu wasn’t some naive girl—she understood the intent behind Wang Yan’s bold gaze. Though they’d only met for ten minutes, it didn’t matter. Liang Zhengxian had cheated on her constantly, abandoned her in Hong Kong—of course she was lonely. She’d suffered under him for years, and now that he’d made enemies, she was happy to see him suffer. A little contact was harmless—after all, they were adults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, after this brief exchange, she could tell Wang Yan wasn’t an ordinary man. His gaze made her slightly uncomfortable—she nodded: “Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.” Wang Yan finished his tea, stood, straightened his clothes, and tilted his head at her: “Shall we go?” He left his arm free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jingyu smiled demurely, picked up her bag, and slipped her arm through his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a real couple, they laughed and strolled out of the teahouse, heading leisurely to Wang Yan’s hotel…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Wang Yan woke naturally, refreshed, and sat up with a long, satisfying stretch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jingyu, still asleep beside him, stirred at his movement and let out a soft “Mmm…” as she woke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After showering and getting dressed, they went out for lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the meal, Wang Yan asked: “Do you have plans later?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m flying back tomorrow. Will you accompany me to shop? I’m terrible at buying women’s gifts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a trip, you can’t return empty-handed. Women, no matter their age, always love gifts and surprises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem,” Zhao Jingyu replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t ask unnecessary questions—whose gifts he bought was none of her concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After lunch, Zhao Jingyu took Wang Yan to her favorite luxury boutique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t hesitate—he pulled up a photo of Gu Jia and showed it to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jingyu, having lived as a wealthy woman and survived by pleasing men, knew this world inside out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew Wang Yan had money, so she went on a buying spree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shopped all day, buying clothes, shoes, bags, watches—everything. Since his home had plenty of space, she just gave the store his address to ship everything directly—he didn’t have to carry it himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Zhao Jingyu naturally stayed, and they made love. Throughout, she never asked why he wanted to take down Liang Zhengxian—it didn’t matter, did it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After another wonderful night, Wang Yan gave Zhao Jingyu some instructions, then boarded his flight back to Shanghai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, his trip to Hong Kong was entirely for Zhao Jingyu. First, when Wang Yan attacked Liang Zhengxian, he didn’t want to accidentally crush an innocent woman—someone manipulated by Liang Zhengxian, who hadn’t wronged him, shouldn’t be dragged down. Second, he wanted to meet her—after all, he owed it to his name, and to Old Cao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that, nothing else mattered. Zhao Jingyu had no real influence, no significant leverage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jingyu still held some weight in Liang Zhengxian’s eyes. Given how he treated her, Wang Yan guessed she’d make him pay dearly for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That little brat had come looking for trouble, trying to show off, to humiliate Wang Yan—he’d make him remember it. Betrayal by a woman, loss of wealth—combined, it might just drive Liang Zhengxian to despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Liang Zhengxian’s other family members, Wang Yan had investigated them when he first arrived in this world—none of them were decent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Kong once allowed polygamy; their family was large, and their children fought viciously over inheritance, using every underhanded tactic—unfair competition, illegal dealings, countless dirty schemes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had no intention of killing them—he wasn’t that cruel. He’d just let them end up on the streets—save them from their daily hypocrisy and empty posturing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plane landed, noon. He took a taxi back to Tianyue Mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before returning, Wang Yan had told Gu Jia not to come pick him up. But she insisted—he told her to stay home, don’t bother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he got home, Gu Jia wasn’t there—she was at a dessert shop, socializing with the neighborhood ladies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped his belongings, grabbed a quick meal downstairs, then headed to the company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, while his phone was off, Chen Yu had messaged him: his resignation was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After meeting Wang Yan, Chen Yu had looked forward to the coming challenges and better life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He happily prepared a full table of dishes to celebrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoqin had divorced him, but they still lived together. Seeing Chen Yu’s elaborate dinner, she thought something was wrong and asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu didn’t mention Wang Yan—he just said someone had offered him a job, made him a boss, salary 500,000, full benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing it, Zhong Xiaoqin was briefly pleased, then it was over—what did it have to do with her? She offered polite congratulations, but her true feelings were known only to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu spent two days of vacation happily, and this morning he immediately submitted his resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Chen Yu had worked many years and was experienced, for such a large television station, he was truly not irreplaceable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, his superior had long been dissatisfied with him; as soon as Chen Yu brought it up, the man agreed immediately—no questions asked, and the procedure moved swiftly. His colleagues showed no reaction to his sudden departure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For someone who had been ignored even before he left, he felt deeply how much of a failure he was, and for a moment, he was heartbroken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, one friend, Man Ge, cared enough to ask why he was quitting, giving him a sense of warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu told the truth, explaining to him the position and compensation Wang Yan had offered him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing the salary and benefits, Man Ge let out a startled shout: “How much? Five hundred thousand? After tax?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That shout drew immediate attention—colleagues who had previously ignored him now gathered around, asking questions left and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they understood, they internally cursed their boss for being clueless, wondering why such a pie hadn’t fallen on their own heads. But to his face, they still offered congratulations, since Chen Yu’s move was essentially a promotion—he might one day be useful to them—and they all said things like, “Let’s stay in touch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu had never seen such scenes of flattery before—he only watched TV and read novels, let alone experienced them firsthand. Faced with all the praise, he couldn’t help but feel a slight lift in spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he said nothing more—he truly wasn’t comfortable with such things. After politely thanking everyone, he left before noon.\u003C\u002Fp>",2923,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f7ef062a15292cf2db1157c1392eeacf267feadd5073d3718438212e7ec1b542","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-36","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-34",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]