[{"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-50":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},2333976,4564,"Chapter 50: Chapter Fifty: I Have a Question","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-50",50,"\u003Cp>Listening to the lecture above, Wang Yan flipped through his textbook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These things, though, if you boost your mental memory, you can recall much of what you learned in high school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But recalling them isn’t enough—you have to know how to use them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, these are minor issues; with his learning ability, in two years he might even get into Tsinghua or Peking University.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trio over there were discussing the two new students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey hey hey, what do you think of that girl?” Zhao Ye nudged the other two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun replied insincerely: “Not great.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Ran, pretending to focus on class, replied offhandedly: “Fine, I guess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye wouldn’t give up: “What about that guy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This question hit the nail on the head—both answered in unison: “Idiot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, I think so too—he clearly doesn’t fit in,” Zhao Ye nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All three of you, shut your mouths,” Teacher Hou said, unable to bear their constant buzzing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three fell silent, sullen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamu, watching them get scolded, chuckled smugly to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin Jiamu, you think you’re exempt because we weren’t talking about you? What’s so funny?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it was the trio’s turn to laugh, shoulders shaking as they barely held back their amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamu clenched her teeth in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan, witnessing this, smiled knowingly—studenthood’s joy was this simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unluckily, as Zhao Ye turned back to wink at Lin Jiamu, he caught Wang Yan smiling—and in his eyes, that smile was mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt provoked, raised his fist in a threatening gesture, glaring as if to say, “You’re in for it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan said nothing, only narrowed his eyes—and instantly, his gaze turned icy toward Zhao Ye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met. Zhao Ye felt a jolt, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as he turned, he felt he’d shown weakness—he refused to back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back again—but Wang Yan wasn’t even looking at him; he was reading his book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching that focused figure, Zhao Ye felt this kid was somehow unusual, though he couldn’t say how. He rubbed his eyes, looked again—and the boy seemed ordinary, plain, unremarkable. Zhao Ye dismissed it as a trick of his vision and didn’t think more of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Wang Yan and Fang Ni were new; though friendships form quickly at this age, they still needed time to understand each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t try to show off or stir trouble, so the day passed quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After school, he went to the address given by the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just two streets away from the experimental middle school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, Wang Yan gazed around curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t the Beijing of twenty years later, with skyscrapers lining the streets and neon lights blazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There weren’t many cars—mostly bicycles, and men in their thirties and forties pedaling rickshaws, chatting loudly with passengers in thick Beijing dialect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets were filled with stylish young men and women dressed in the latest fashions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing a vegetable stall, Wang Yan bought some, planning to cook dinner later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept looking around, and soon arrived at his destination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an old six-story building on the Second Ring Road—this location, in a few years, would be demolished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He climbed to the top floor, took out the key from his space, and unlocked the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Houses built in those days were small—his was only sixty square meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked around—the room was clean, tidy, sparsely furnished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan washed his hands, then began preparing dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he cooked two dishes and finished every last bite of steamed bread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He instinctively patted his pockets, reaching for a cigarette—then realized his clothes had none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head, cleared the dishes, went downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes, climbed to the rooftop, and lit one, smoking alone in the evening breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the next month, Wang Yan attended classes daily, and on weekends he went to Zhongguancun to fix gaps, earning his first pot of gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes he visited the former welfare home; his abilities were still limited, so he couldn’t help much—just sat with the elderly, talked to them, and played with the children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some contact, everyone realized the two newcomers were quiet and didn’t fit in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one actively rejected them—they simply coexisted peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the trio kept speculating about Fang Ni—they were curious about this girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During National Day holiday, Wang Yan went with the welfare home staff to watch the military parade. It was the first time in his life he saw it live, not on TV. Though Wang Yan had long since cultivated a calm heart, watching the disciplined troops march past with overwhelming momentum still stirred his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the holiday, students who hadn’t had enough fun returned reluctantly to school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the first class ended, Chen Xun walked to the front, tapped the desk, and drew the attention of the class: “Quiet down, quiet down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan knew what was coming—the announcement before the holiday had said evening self-study would now last until nine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, once the class fell silent, Chen Xun said: “Where there is oppression, there is resistance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are we really going to have evening self-study until nine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The class erupted in loud support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun continued: “So we must resist. Their suppression of our freedom is unacceptable. I propose we petition the school as a class to cancel evening self-study.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh!” The class cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Classmates, calm down. This isn’t class struggle. Let’s vote democratically—those who support my proposal, raise your hands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone looked around, then raised their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except Fang Ni in front, and Wang Yan in back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Fang Ni didn’t raise her hand, someone beside her nudged her: “Why aren’t you raising your hand? Come on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes turned to Fang Ni. The pressure was too much for most—she hesitated, then slowly raised her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhao Ye, who was celebrating, noticed Wang Yan still sitting still and shouted: “Hey, why aren’t you raising your hand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun, Qiao Ran, Fang Ni, Lin Jiamu, and every student in the class turned to look at Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan scanned the class and said: “Isn’t this democracy? I abstain. Do what you want—don’t drag me in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun stared at Wang Yan, thought for a moment, then said: “Fine, we won’t involve Wang Yan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye was furious, but since Chen Xun had spoken, he said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Ni watched all this—honestly, she admired Wang Yan’s courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The class began enthusiastically signing a large sheet of paper, as if participating in a historic mission, as if they were firing the first shot in the struggle for experimental middle school students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun pinned the signed sheet to the blackboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vice principal, Ma Army Supervisor, came to teach and saw the paper covered in names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore it down and threw it on the podium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who did this? Who did this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun stood up, annoyed: “I did.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You? You’re still class monitor? If you don’t want to study, go home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to study.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you want to study, why don’t you study properly? I’ve seen countless students, but never one like you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun tilted his chin up: “Principal, I have a question—how do you write the character ‘person’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without waiting for Ma’s reaction, he walked straight to the podium and picked up a piece of chalk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew one stroke, then another—a character “ Ren .”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you don’t understand, I’ll explain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Principal Ma said nothing, watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The character ‘person’ has two strokes—left and right, supporting each other, standing tall. Left is freedom, right is independence. You’ve stripped away our freedom, denied our independence. Principal, if we can’t even be people, how can we be students?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a question,” Wang Yan raised his hand before Ma could finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak,” Ma snapped. “I’d like to ask Chen Xun—what exactly do you mean by freedom and independence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun was caught off guard, embarrassed, thought for a moment, then began quoting obscure philosophical interpretations of freedom and independence he’d read somewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he said: “Today’s action is exactly what I mean by freedom and independence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I ask you—if you don’t want evening self-study, why not just ask your parents for leave? Or skip it? Why go through all this? Why drag everyone else into it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you truly believe what you claim, why not stand outside with a loudspeaker and address the thousands of students across three grades? Why not confront the school leadership directly and voice your demands? Wouldn’t that be more effective? Wouldn’t that better demonstrate your freedom and independence?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not saying your freedom and independence are right or wrong—but have you thought of them?” Wang Yan gestured to the other students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least, Fang Ni doesn’t want your freedom and independence. I don’t want it either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wang Yan spoke, some students’ expressions shifted—they clearly didn’t truly believe in this either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t say I’m generalizing from a few cases,” Wang Yan pointed to several students with doubtful expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the ones Wang Yan pointed to, Chen Xun was confused—he remembered a few of them had shouted loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun was Bufu , but couldn’t refute him—his motives weren’t pure. He stared fixedly at Wang Yan, memorizing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Principal Ma, seeing the situation under control, said: “Enough. Shut up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Xun, write a five-thousand-word self-criticism.” He pointed to the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun slunk out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s begin class.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Director Ma began lecturing without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Ran was thinking about Wang Yan’s words, for he found them reasonable—and he knew the truth better than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye glared fiercely at Wang Yan; his good friend had been humiliated, and he couldn’t just sit idly by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo naturally stood with them—what could you do? Young people always had clear likes and dislikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Chen had always had a decent impression of Wang Yan; she felt he’d simply voiced what she wanted to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other classmates were also pondering Wang Yan’s words—some thought he was meddling, some thought he was right, some blamed him for speaking too late—but they all signed their names anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After class, Director Ma left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye slammed his fist on the desk, making the chair scrape out a grating noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck, what’s your problem? Why are you always causing trouble?” Zhao Ye strode over and pointed at Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan grabbed his hand, twisted it clockwise, and with overwhelming force, Zhao Ye couldn’t resist at all. He dropped to his knees, spun with the motion, and landed face-down, his arm pinned behind his back by Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ow, it hurts, it hurts! Let go!” Zhao Ye struggled but couldn’t break free, and the pain only grew worse—he feared his arm might break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Ran, hearing the commotion, rushed over. Seeing his best friend treated this way, he shouted, “Let him go!” and hurried to pry Wang Yan’s grip loose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had no chance against Wang Yan’s strength. Wang Yan simply pulled, shoved, and twisted again—“Ow, it hurts, it hurts!”—and now both Zhao Ye and Qiao Ran were bent over, groaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan knew his limits—he wouldn’t truly hurt them. He leaned slightly forward on his chair and leaned close to Zhao Ye: “What did you just say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said… ow… shit…” Zhao Ye started to speak, but Wang Yan instantly increased the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you just say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t say anything! I didn’t say anything at all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm. Good boy.” With that, Wang Yan released them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye and Qiao Ran stood up, immediately rubbing their shoulders—damn, it hurt so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—” Zhao Ye was about to threaten again, but Qiao Ran, sensing Wang Yan was about to rise, quickly pulled him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d felt that grip before—he didn’t want to feel it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the two leave, Wang Yan glanced at the students around him who’d been watching the spectacle—they scattered immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d offended all three bullies in this class. A real hard man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye and Qiao Ran went outside and found Chen Xun playing basketball. Zhao Ye said, “Fuck, that kid’s a real bastard. His strength is insane—I’m still in agony.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened? Did he hit you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, he didn’t hit us—he just…” Zhao Ye recounted what had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing him out, Chen Xun said, “We can’t let this slide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Ran replied, “I think he had a point, Chen Xun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun knew Wang Yan was right—but so what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qiao Ran, which side are you on? He just treated you like that, and you’re still defending him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wasn’t Zhao Ye the one who started it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye protested, “I was just standing up for you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, enough. Don’t talk about it. We’ll deal with that kid later—right now, we can’t do anything at school. The priority is tonight’s game.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun paused, thinking. Then he said, “Got it. I’ve got a plan—I guarantee we’ll get to watch the game tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye asked eagerly, “What’s the plan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun smirked slightly. “Come closer—I’ll whisper it to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trio huddled together, whispering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the classroom, Chen Xun saw Wang Yan at the back and snorted. That bastard was insufferable. I’ll remember this—wait till I get my chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, self-study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun signaled the other two. Seeing Wang Yan watching him, he shot him a warning glare, then slipped out quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, the classroom lights suddenly went out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boys were fine—just startled. But some girls screamed like pigs being slaughtered: “Ahh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, running footsteps and shouts echoed down the hallway: “We’re going home! Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the noise, they rushed out too, flooding the corridor in a panic—afraid the lights might suddenly come back on and they’d have to go back to studying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some students remained in the classroom—this happened sometimes; the teacher would arrive soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were waiting for news, to see what the teacher would say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sat quietly, gazing at the moonlight outside in the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dark, Wang Yan sensed someone watching him. He turned his head toward the direction of that feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classroom was too dim to make out who was there—but he knew Fang Chen was sitting there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Chen had gone to the restroom earlier. When she returned, the power cut out, and she bumped into the trio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She came back to wait for the teacher’s instructions, quietly entering—and saw Wang Yan at the back, bathed in moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teachers noticed the lights were out and hurried over to calm the students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They immediately sent someone to check the electrical panel—and found the circuit breaker had been pulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Director Ma knew who was behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, what had happened earlier that day made his suspicions natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dragged everyone outside watching the game back inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing on the podium, Director Ma was furious. “Who did this? Who the hell did this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Yesterday’s bravado vanished after one night’s sleep. Writing this feels like nothing but nonsense. Then I started remembering the past—unconsciously thinking of my first love, of unrequited longing. The more I wrote, the more drained I felt.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who did it? Who the hell did it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday’s past glory vanished overnight. Writing this felt like nothing but nonsense. Then memories of old feelings surfaced—unconsciously, he thought of his first love, of unspoken longing, and the more he wrote, the more his spirit drained away.\u003C\u002Fp>",2577,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3d2393fc375a2c09fa44612710aeb780a30fb645f9aa2cc716a5c7d2478d8e20","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-51","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-49",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]