[{"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-36":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},2333962,4564,"Chapter 36: Heading to Jiangsu and Zhejiang","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-36",36,"\u003Cp>Wang Yan just entered the company and saw Chen Yu drinking water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry for the wait—I just got back from Hong Kong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu immediately stood up and called out, “Boss Wang,” then added, “I haven’t waited long, it’s no problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was so drained by those two lines he couldn’t even believe Chen Yu had made it this far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was I expressing regret? Who the hell are you even talking to?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without further nonsense, Wang Yan said, “Come with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought Chen Yu to his office and sat down on the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I only skimmed your resume—I didn’t pay special attention to your family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan asked, “Are you married?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu looked embarrassed: “Uh… I just… just got divorced…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why be embarrassed about that? I don’t know your situation, but based on what I know about you so far, your ex-wife was the one who filed for divorce—and you, in a fit of anger, just agreed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan stressed the words “ex-wife.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu was stunned: “Boss Wang, how did you figure that out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled confidently but didn’t answer, continuing: “You regret it, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu stayed silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t put on that dead look—your ex-wife can’t see it, and I don’t want to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan went on: “Marriage starts with love, but over time, passion fades, you’re no longer each other’s everything, and now you’ve got daily chores, rice, oil, salt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many marriages are truly dramatic? Most are just quiet, ordinary lives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not mocking you—you’re one of the majority.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Most women don’t want drama, but they also don’t want utter dullness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want a stable life—not a witty person, someone quiet, whose life is surely boring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So naturally, over time, conflicts arise. Small ones pile up, affection wears thin, and it’s over—just like you and your ex-wife.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu looked enlightened, nodding eagerly: “Boss Wang, you’re absolutely right—so is there any way to win her back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Wang Yan wanted to kick the bastard to death—no doubt, Old Wang had the strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I paid you fifty grand to come here for what? You’re asking me how to win her back? Didn’t you even catch the emphasis on “ex-wife”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppressing the urge to kick him, Wang Yan said with a sly tone: “Why bother winning her back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A failed marriage—even if you reconcile—is like a thorn stuck in your flesh, always pricking you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A broken mirror can’t be truly mended—think about it, can you ever go back to how things were?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu thought for a moment—it was true—but something felt off. He hesitantly nodded at Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The past can’t be reclaimed, Chen Yu. What you want to win back isn’t future caution, polite distance, and hollow respect—it’s the old days of closeness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you agree?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu still wasn’t sure, but out of respect for his boss, he nodded again, hesitantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t working—Wang Yan pressed on: “Besides, you’ll be working here. Early on, you’ll be working overtime; later, you might have to travel the world—less time together will only make it worse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This finally convinced Chen Yu—he nodded in agreement. It was true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So since you’ve already let go, why not let go completely? Hesitation isn’t the way of a real man. Look elsewhere—my compensation isn’t low. Enjoy life. Maybe you’ll find someone better suited.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu was lost in thought, doubting himself. Wang Yan’s words made sense—but not entirely. He was confused, unable to decide what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough thinking—let’s get to the real matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan cut him off. People’s minds don’t change easily—if they did, Chen Yu wouldn’t be here. Wang Yan talked about the bright world outside, but Chen Yu had never experienced it—how could he believe? So first, apply some medicine. Later, when he lived it, Wang Yan could convince him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu snapped back to attention, looking at Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan said: “The company will be ready in about a week. For now, just shadow me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once it’s ready, I’ll hand it over to you—be bold, don’t hesitate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have one requirement: you’re from TV—you know how to handle the boundaries, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This couldn’t be ignored. If Chen Yu, clueless, stirred up some sensitive content and accidentally exposed someone, trouble would follow. He’s the company manager, but more importantly—he works for me. If something goes wrong, they’ll come after me. I’m not afraid of them—but I hate the hassle. Those bastards are unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Wang, rest assured—I guarantee no problems.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Promises like that were as worthless as flatulence—he’d made plenty himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough of this empty talk. I want results, not promises.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan looked at the awkward Chen Yu: “That’s all. Did you bring your documents, bank card, etc.?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go handle your onboarding later—I’ll transfer your salary now. I’m counting it as a full year’s pay—consider it an advance bonus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu was stunned, speechless: “Boss Wang, I… really…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop. You can’t even speak properly. I understand—you don’t thank me with words. I’m waiting for your results.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him about to spill more heartfelt nonsense, Wang Yan cut him off: “By the way, I forgot to mention—you like photography, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Boss Wang—I used to do it for a while. Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then start a photography column. You’re familiar with it—consider it an added responsibility.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan continued: “I won’t let you work for free. Once you’ve got the company running smoothly, I’ll equip you with top gear. When you’re free, go out and shoot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yu’s face flushed with excitement—reporting under his own vision, shooting photos on the side, no financial worries—it felt like his dream life was within reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan then called in the staff handling acquisitions, introduced Chen Yu, and, amid Chen Yu’s profuse thanks, sent him off to complete his paperwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan arranged other matters too—after all, he was about to move against the Liang family and needed to prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing his paperwork, Chen Yu stepped out of the company, stared at his bank balance, and trembled with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately transferred 100,000 to his mother, called to tell her. When she asked, he gave a vague answer—just said it was a project bonus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hung up, looked up at the sky beyond the towering buildings, and asked himself uncertainly: “Have I really broken free?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped overthinking and strode purposefully toward the parking lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A better life begins today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He returned home for a lavish dinner, celebrating his complete rebirth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whenever Chen Yu looked at Zhong Xiaoqin, he remembered Wang Yan’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Wang Yan’s status that gave weight to his words—the same advice from a successful man was golden; from a nobody, you’d know it was just bullshit the moment he opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe I really should think this through.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without his earlier joy, distracted, Chen Yu finished the meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When you’re absorbed in something, time flies—he was lost in his work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was jolted awake by the noise outside his office—he checked the time: it was almost quitting time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped out of his office—before he even saw anyone, he heard “Thank you, Boss Lady.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew immediately it was Gu Jia—he’d sent her over to meet the staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, Wang Yan had told Gu Jia: when he returned, she had to come to the company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She timed it perfectly—arriving just before quitting, so they could pick up Xu Ziyan together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up close, he saw Gu Jia handing out fruit with two delivery staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan’s team was small—mostly middle-aged employees, a few interns. Their salaries were good. Though Gu Jia’s fruit was high-end, they didn’t need it—they valued the gesture. That mattered more than fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jia, indeed, was good at winning people’s hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Yan, Gu Jia smiled gently at him, then turned back to handing out fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While she worked, Wang Yan tidied his office. When he came out, she was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved goodbye to the staff, took Gu Jia’s arm, and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jia had driven his A8—he took the driver’s seat without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started the car and headed for the kindergarten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the car, Gu Jia talked about the past two days. She didn’t ask about his trip to Hong Kong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike with Xu Huanshan, she didn’t meddle. With Wang Yan, she had no desire to—why overthink? The more she knew, the more it upset her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted and laughed as they picked up Xu Ziyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Ziyan had missed them terribly—he bombarded them with questions in the car. Wang Yan answered patiently and promised to take him on a trip next time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back home, Wang Yan brought out the gifts he’d brought—letting them both feel happy, knowing their husband and father thought of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The many things Zhao Jingyu bought would arrive tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Gu Jia, he gave a watch—costing over a hundred grand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the child, it was simple—he’d bought a toy on impulse at the airport. Just enough to keep Xu Ziyan entertained for a couple days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, both were delighted—one kissed him, the other hugged his leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jia prepared dinner, and the family ate together warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, Wang Yan—the tea factory is done. I want to go see it these next few days,” Gu Jia said to Wang Yan, who sat beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had forgotten about it entirely—until she mentioned it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could speak, Xu Ziyan pulled his face from his bowl, wiped rice grains off his mouth, and blurted: “I’m going too! I’m going too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his eyes darted around—he realized this wasn’t enough. If he didn’t push harder, they wouldn’t take him seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw down his spoon, abandoned his meal, and ran over to hug Wang Yan’s waist, clinging and whining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, let’s go together. You took me to Hong Kong? No—you didn’t even take me! You just promised to take me out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, interest was the best teacher—mentioning “play,” and his speech became perfectly clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jia watched Xu Ziyang’s antics, torn between anger and amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately moved to grab him; she couldn’t bring herself to hit her own child, but she could at least scare him into remembering his lesson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Gu Jia’s move, Xu Ziyang buried his head in Wang Yan’s chest: “Dad, Mom’s gonna beat me—help!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled, stopped Gu Jia, and pulled Xu Ziyang out: “Enough. I’ve thought about it—we’re all going.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll drive. Perfect chance to see some scenery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Ziyang, thrilled Wang Yan had agreed, screamed with joy and ran wild through the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jia watched the energetic child, worried his studies would suffer—round-trip by car would take half a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She voiced her concern to Wang Yan: “If we take Ziyang and drive, what about his studies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan waved it off: “No problem. He’s still young. Knowledge isn’t just in books. Kids need exposure, broadened horizons. For him right now, that’s more valuable than studying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped the subject: “Hey, by the way, where’s that tea factory again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In Pan’an, Jiang-Zhe. Not far at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang-Zhe? Perfect. We can swing by Lin’an on the way, see West Lake and all. Yeah, decided.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan made the call: “Tomorrow we’ll go check it out—get a motorhome.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing he’d settled it, Gu Jia said no more. After calming down the exuberant Xu Ziyang, they resumed eating, chatting and laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, the usual warm ritual: putting Xu Ziyang to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having tasted the pleasure, after two days of emptiness, Gu Jia felt restless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave it her all, her energy matching their very first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, exhausted, Gu Jia woke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She instinctively reached beside her—nothing there. She knew Wang Yan had already risen for his workout, silently cursing the brute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d worn her out the night before, yet still got up early to exercise. She couldn’t bring herself to comment on his physique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dragging herself out of bed, she tidied up quickly and went to make breakfast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had hired a maid; with such a big house, just cleaning it would take all three of them half a day—it was too much work. So they hired one, mainly for cleaning. Gu Jia didn’t let her cook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jia stubbornly insisted on winning Wang Yan’s stomach: no matter how tired she was, she always cooked for them herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With nothing else to do, Wang Yan stuck to his daily morning run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house bordered the Huangpu River; mornings felt especially nice. He’d run ten kilometers to warm up, then practice two random sets of fists, stretch a bit—that was enough to stay in shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back home, he woke Xu Ziyang. The two washed up. Gu Jia had already prepared breakfast—her cooking was unmatched. Simplicity was hardest; she turned basic breakfasts into elaborate feasts, perfectly to Wang Yan’s taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan ate decently enough—big bites, wolfing it down. Xu Ziyang copied his father, eating just as fiercely, his small mouth snarling with determination. Between them, breakfast turned into a battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Jia watched them devouring, beaming with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After breakfast, they dropped Xu Ziyang off at school, then headed to the motorhome dealership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t understand these things, but he knew one thing: if it was expensive, it was worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cut straight to the point: “Don’t explain anything to me—I don’t get it. Just tell me the most expensive one costs how much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The salesperson instantly understood. Without a word, he took them straight to the showroom’s most ostentatious models.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These vehicles cost tens of millions—nobody usually bought them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan glanced around casually. The boss had real clout: several flashy models—bus-style, off-road, extended trailers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He examined each one, finally choosing a bus-style model.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve meters long, with lateral expansion for more space. It had a small garage, so the salesperson had also arranged a tiny car to go with it. Inside, two rooms were divided: one large, one small. Solid wood furniture, genuine leather sofas and seats—everything was fully equipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan mainly wanted those two separate rooms; otherwise, sharing one big bed with a kid would be too inconvenient, messing with his rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driving wasn’t an issue—the system had granted him a bus license.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was he didn’t know how to drive. The vehicle was too long, hard to control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no big deal—he learned fast. He’d just practice hard today, get used to it. Main thing: don’t hit anyone. That’d be a sin. The rest? Drive slow. Minor bumps? Fine. Practice teaches best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spent over ten million. Money made things easy—they registered and picked up the vehicle the same day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He told Gu Jia to go do her own thing—he didn’t want her seeing him fumble with the wheel. Afraid she’d refuse to ride with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the rest of the day, Wang Yan did nothing but practice driving. Agile limbs, sharp senses—he picked it up quickly. The key was feel: the vehicle was too long, blind spots too big. Once he got the feel, that was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was getting the hang of it, Wang Yan realized: he’d played out this cinematic world. What was he supposed to do back in reality?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought long and hard—but came up with nothing. He’d just have to take it one step at a time. After all, the famine wasn’t even paid off yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since they were leaving tomorrow, Xu Ziyang didn’t cause trouble—he went to bed early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan and Gu Jia also avoided overexertion, conserving their energy.\u003C\u002Fp>",2589,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6923ca235e4dadecb8b8d3a08428dd20f96f355b01731edddd7f8422ca2d0a96","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-37","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-35",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]