[{"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-5":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},2333931,4564,"Chapter 5: Chapter Five: Major Expansion","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>Time passed quickly; before they knew it, two days had gone by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, Wang Yan was discussing logistics company issues with Lv Shengyi when his phone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up casually—it was Cheng Yong calling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need three hundred thousand, right now,” Cheng Yong said bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was straightforward: “Wait for me at your shop.” Then he hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He must be at his limit, Wang Yan thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterwards, Wang Yan bought a large bag at the supermarket, took out three hundred thousand in cash from his storage space—something he always carried with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drove directly to Cheng Yong’s miracle oil shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, Cheng Yong sat slumped on the floor, one hand holding a cigarette, the other a bottle of alcohol, looking up at Wang Yan without speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was despair toward life; though Wang Yan had never experienced it and never would, he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan said nothing, simply tossed the bag containing three hundred thousand cash onto the floor in front of Cheng Yong with a thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three hundred thousand in cash still had some weight; Cheng Yong immediately looked more alert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan said: “This is certainly not enough—consider it a deposit. How much more you get depends on your final results. You understand what I mean.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Yong replied: “I understand. What do you want me to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not yet. Get settled first. Then contact me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’m leaving. Wait for your call.” With that, Wang Yan stepped out of Cheng Yong’s miracle oil shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another week passed; both Cheng Yong and Peng Hao had finished handling their affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They called Wang Yan at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan brought them together, found a restaurant, and began planning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting at the table, Wang Yan noticed Peng Hao’s hair had been cut—he now had a buzz cut and looked much sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded approvingly: “Look at that. So much better. What was that mess before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added: “Have you had your family checked? Any matches?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My brother’s a match. He agreed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Hao nodded. Though days had passed, knowing he had a chance still made him tremble with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Wait a few months, then go ahead with the surgery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worried Peng Hao might misunderstand, he added: “I’m not lying. You still need to open up the market first—two or three months should be enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Cheng Yong: “How about your father? Is he alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Yong answered: “He had the surgery. Nothing serious now. Just needs proper rest and care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s old. He can’t take much stress. Don’t send him to a nursing home again—they’re overwhelmed with too many elderly. Hire a nurse. Do you still have money?” Wang Yan asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still have quite a bit left,” Cheng Yong replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. I won’t say more. If you run out, tell me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Peng Hao: “Same goes for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then continued: “Enough about family. Now let’s talk about what you’re going to do next.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s simple. Old Cheng, you’ve got connections in India—handle smuggling and transportation. Peng Hao, you handle expanding the patient base and selling the medicine. Clear division of labor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any problems?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing both shake their heads: “Good. Now let me go into detail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan then explained everything thoroughly to the two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan trusted Cheng Yong—he’d weathered decades of storms, had plenty of experience, understood many things, had been smuggling for years, knew the ropes inside out, no need for Wang Yan to explain much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Peng Hao—oh right, he couldn’t be called “Peng Hao” anymore now that he’d shaved his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Hao was the one Wang Yan had to worry about—he was too young, stubborn, and had no experience managing people or organizations; Wang Yan had to teach him everything step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan himself had little expertise—he’d never done this before—but thanks to the four months since his arrival and his elevated mental state, he’d progressed rapidly. Teaching Peng Hao was more than enough, and it also helped him practice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long, rambling explanation, Wang Yan finally got the two—especially Peng Hao—to understand what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as Wang Yan kept an occasional eye on things, there wouldn’t be major issues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s all. You both understand. Now get started.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Wang Yan finished, the three parted ways and began their operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Wang Yan took Cheng Yong and Peng Hao inside India.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He transferred the domestic agency rights to Peng Hao, had them deliver the goods to Cheng Yong, who then used his channels to smuggle the medicine into China.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Peng Hao, Wang Yan handed him all the patients previously managed by Liu Sihui, entrusting him with maintenance and sales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Hao had decent insight; after being guided by Wang Yan for a while, he managed everything—not perfectly, not flawlessly, but at least competently, with few mistakes. He grew steadily more composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was very satisfied with Peng Hao’s progress. In this business, stability was most important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Peng Hao was on the right path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan used his two companies to operate. Thanks to China’s entry into the WTO, both companies rode a fast track. Shanghai, being a major port, saw increasing cargo volume, and Cao Cao Logistics grew rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan applied for loans for both companies; due to their rapid growth, approval came smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t mix the loan money with laundered funds—he hired extensively and built logistics networks across the country.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, most employees were still family members of patients; their benefits were among the best in this era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Money still had strong purchasing power in this era; Wang Yan’s funds allowed the logistics company to sprout everywhere, expanding rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Money always made things easier. In two months, he opened logistics branches throughout the Shanghai region, using the network to deliver medicine to patients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some people grew suspicious of the rapid growth of the logistics company and clothing factory. But Wang Yan’s books were clean, transactions transparent, operations compliant, never evading taxes—he paid on time. The legal owner wasn’t him—it was Lv Shengyi. He didn’t even use Wang Jia because he wanted Lv Shengyi to take the blame if anything went wrong—since the risks weren’t serious. After investigations turned up nothing, Wang Yan’s rise was quietly ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Cheng Yong and Peng Hao handling operations, Wang Yan only occasionally checked in—nothing else needed his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The company was managed by Liu Sihui and Lv Shengyi, both now increasingly competent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Jia stayed home caring for Lu Ping, and when she had free time, she pushed a stroller and shopped with Liu Sihui—very comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all doing well; Wang Yan didn’t need to exert himself—just occasionally steer the direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he didn’t have to do anything, Wang Yan still wasn’t at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every day he trained his body, studied various knowledge, constantly innovating, iterating, and elevating himself. Occasionally, he used his foreknowledge to trade stocks. The virus was beginning to show signs; some regions were in panic, the stock market fluctuated wildly, and Wang Yan profited significantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not that Wang Yan had no conscience—it’s just that no one could do much about such a thing. He wasn’t powerful enough. Besides donating supplies and money, what else could he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan could now truthfully say he was a millionaire—without even counting the uncleaned funds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pull up the system panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attributes: Strength 8\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agility 8\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constitution 9\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit 13\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unallocated points: 0\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Storage space: 1m³\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skills: English LV2\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combat LV1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Management LV1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>... (numerous zero-level skills omitted)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this period of training and study, Wang Yan gained greatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His weight rose from 145 to 150; strength, agility, and constitution each increased by one point. Earlier, due to lack of exercise, gains came quickly; now, further improvement wouldn’t match the pace of the past six months. Overall, progress was steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His English skill reached LV2; according to the system, he now possessed proficient-level English. Through continuous study of Sanda and mixed martial arts, he had finally entered the realm of combat—given his current physical condition, he could defeat an ordinary person without exceptional talent, even if he took minor injuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His six months of management experience weren’t wasted—he also reached LV1 in management. Many other skills—stocks, finance, health, fitness, and more—had all improved somewhat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Wang Yan now didn’t want to leave at all. Here, he was a millionaire success, with plenty of time to enrich himself. In real life, he was just an ordinary, annoying real estate salesman. The difference was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan knew this wasn’t realistic—he could only keep learning and improving, never knowing if he’d someday end up in a war-torn, artillery-ridden world. More skills meant more survival chances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past two months, Wang Yan’s medicine-selling enterprise had fully formed a closed industrial loop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upstream: Cheng Yong smuggled medicine into China. Midstream: the logistics company and transportation network complemented each other and kept growing. Downstream: Peng Hao distributed medicine to patients and collected payments in a cycle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless people handled the process, but very few knew the truth. Medicine delivery and payment collection were separate channels, both controlled by Peng Hao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Wang Yan was taking advantage of the kid’s honesty. But then again, if he weren’t honest, Wang Yan wouldn’t dare use him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As sales grew, Wang Yan lost control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, Novartis had already noticed the sales. Now, with Wang Yan increasing volume for another two months, counterfeit drugs had flooded the market. During this period, Novartis suffered losses exceeding a hundred million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Novartis exploded into action, launching a fierce crackdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no help—pharmaceutical industry waters ran too deep. When Novartis stirred, the power of pharmaceutical giants became brutally clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One official after another called down the chain, pressure cascading until it landed on Shanghai police. The cops didn’t want to handle this mess, but what could they do? One order from above meant running themselves ragged below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had prepared for this. With the Lunar New Year just days away, he halted everything—wait until after the holiday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>January 31, 2003—New Year’s Eve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the festive lights and nationwide celebration, Wang Yan gathered a group to celebrate the New Year together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lv Shengyi and Wang Jia with their child, Liu Sihui and Liu Tiantian, plus Peng Hao—who hadn’t gone home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Yong had planned to come too—he lived with only three men—but since his father couldn’t travel, Wang Yan told them not to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone happily watched the Spring Festival Gala, ate the New Year’s dinner, reminisced about the past, and looked toward tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to the crackling firecrackers outside, Wang Yan sighed: “This is what a real New Year’s Eve should be like.” Shanghai hadn’t banned fireworks yet, and the Gala was still full of classics—worth watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, Wang Yan drank a lot of alcohol, and Lv Shengyi unusually joined him in drinking—he truly thanked Wang Yan, his brother-in-law, for without him, there would be no peace and harmony in his life today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Hao didn’t need to be mentioned; Wang Yan had already promised him surgery after the New Year, and now he had no worries about food or clothing, with hope right before his eyes—he was immensely grateful to Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Sihui, of course, was completely under Wang Yan’s control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laughter and joy filled the table; everyone present owed their improved lives to Wang Yan—it was undoubtedly the happiest New Year they’d had in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world was not all laughter and joy; human sorrows and joys did not connect, and Wang Yan could not hear their noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the Spring Festival Gala’s countdown and countless fireworks outside the window, 2003 arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the New Year, Wang Yan arranged for Peng Hao’s surgery; before leaving, Huangmao gave him the phone number of one of his subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan resumed remote control over the sale of Gleevec; with Shanghai cracking down hard, he no longer sold it there, instead moving it around various locations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a time, Zhao Lizhong, Novartis’s domestic head, was overwhelmed; while declining sales meant less profit, the real problem was that Switzerland had repeatedly expressed dissatisfaction—if no solution emerged, Zhao Lizhong’s career was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how overwhelmed he was, there was nothing he could do but repeatedly pressure the police, and have the parent company pressure India.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>India didn’t tolerate empty threats; everything was a matter of exchange—words alone couldn’t scare them. They bit down hard and seized the chance to negotiate every condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The police were also stuck; when they went out to investigate and visit patients, the patients looked at them like enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few had been arrested, but even within the tightly organized network, there were cracks—these were all low-level thugs, all patients themselves, and since they were paid well, they said nothing. The police had no leads and were utterly lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan himself felt the situation was complex; he had always thought his plans flawless, but only when it came to execution did he realize how many oversights remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, it was normal—Wang Yan was just an ordinary small man; his prior education and life experience combined amounted to less than what he’d learned in the past six months. Without his foresight, he’d already be singing the blues behind bars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Wang Yan was pondering, Peng Hao called to say a man named Zhang Zhanglin had contacted him, seeking a channel for Gleevec.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peng Hao’s surgery was a complete success; he was now in the hospital recovering, with no signs of rejection—he could be discharged soon. Besides directing his men to sell the drug, he had nothing else to do but wait to go to prison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past half year, Wang Yan had unknowingly become addicted to it; coupled with his constant learning, he wasn’t a photographic memory—he’d already forgotten some of the things he’d known when he first arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this from Peng Hao, Wang Yan suddenly remembered: “How could I have forgotten him!” He excitedly slapped his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Zhanglin truly lives up to his reputation—the police couldn’t find Peng Hao, but he showed up first.” Wang Yan could only sigh: expertise lies in specialization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan instructed Huangmao on how to handle Zhang Zhanglin—first, negotiate the terms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huangmao still needed time to recover and couldn’t move around yet; he’d stall for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had a plan—he vanished completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, there was no time to care about patient emotions—only desperate soothing remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Patients across the country now demonstrated overwhelming power—a force capable of changing the sun and moon, a force willing to sacrifice everything for survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had never seen such a scene; if he lost control, he’d be arrested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he arrived, Wang Yan had said he wasn’t here to make a grand entrance and sing the blues behind bars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only say everything nice—he promised that sales would resume within a month at most, with prices lowered to four thousand yuan. Only after great effort did he stabilize the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan truly felt the power of the masses; he couldn’t help thinking: if you had this courage, why the hell didn’t you act sooner?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be fair, if these people gathered together, who wouldn’t be afraid? If only a few leaders were sacrificed to quell the unrest, a few would surely be punished—long ago, they wouldn’t have needed thirty-seven thousand, and there’d be no damn Cheng Yong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People are just so contradictory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This method is unacceptable, even if it works.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since ancient times, those who manipulate public opinion deserve execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the state has its own considerations, and drugs have their high prices for reasons—many factors are involved; one cannot judge them with narrow-minded malice.\u003C\u002Fp>",2623,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f2c51c9a7ce123b28bae986b904ace2d2142c6abe7a2861d815a08290da3f283","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-6","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-4",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]