[{"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-54":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},2333980,4564,"Chapter 54: Take This Money","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-54",54,"\u003Cp>Fang Yin’s small thoughts and fleeting joy didn’t last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must be said that anyone who appears lively, cheerful, and outgoing—unless they’re an idiot—must carry inner scars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one comforted her, nor did she need comfort; Lin Jiamao thought all night herself, and the next day she was still just as lively, bouncing around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at lunchtime, she bounced over to Wang Yan’s side, skipping happily, amid Zhao Ye’s despair and Chen Xun and Qiao Ran’s disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the laughter and roughhousing behind them, the three ate their meals like chewing wax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have any idea how to fix this?” Zhao Ye asked Chen Xun beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I had a solution, do you think I’d still be sitting here waiting? Should I just kill him?” Chen Xun snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they truly wanted to kill Wang Yan, not even the consequences they could bear mattered—first, could they even do it? Was his combat power a joke?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, they were just spoiled brats, used to bossing people around, but they hadn’t reached the point of actual violence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three exchanged glances and sighed, “Ah...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This class had changed so much they no longer recognized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although high school students understood many truths, their thinking was still inevitably immature, not yet skilled at pretense, and thus prone to clear-cut likes and dislikes. If you two are bad, I’ll play with him instead—you’re out. This kind of thing was unavoidable. Even adults sometimes acted this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They thought Wang Yan was right; if others said something was right, even if it wasn’t, they came to believe it too. The trio were people who only cared about themselves, so others gradually distanced themselves from them and stopped gathering around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The friends they used to hang out with had left; the classmates they used to boast and roughhouse with no longer paid them any mind; they were no longer the class’s stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Wang Yan’s dominance, the three dared not cause trouble—only helplessly sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was exactly the kind of class Wang Yan wanted—and the kind it should be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After class, do whatever you want; Wang Yan didn’t interfere. During class, if you want to study, study; if you don’t, just sit there and nap quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t the present day—teachers who caught you misbehaving didn’t tolerate your nonsense; they really did kick you out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If your parents found out, you’d probably get another beating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody knew what others were like, but Wang Yan had been kicked from elementary school all the way through high school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Wang Yan’s control, the class situation improved steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who knew how to study kept working hard; many who used to sleep or zone out had started studying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no choice—sleeping couldn’t last forever, zoning out couldn’t go on forever, and talking got you punished. Back then, there were no smartphones, so with nothing else to do, they could only read books.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After one mid-term exam, Wang Yan ranked in the lower-middle tier; after all, he wasn’t a genius, and getting this result after only two months of studying was impressive. This was thanks to his high mental resilience and the strong learning ability he’d developed across multiple worlds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan himself wasn’t noteworthy—it was the overall learning atmosphere that had improved, and the grades of other classmates had risen significantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Hou and Director Ma were overjoyed, knowing it was all thanks to Wang Yan’s leadership as class monitor, and they awarded him the title of “Three Good Student.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trio had finally calmed down, surrendered, accepted their fate—they couldn’t beat him, so what could they do? Did they think hitting him wouldn’t hurt?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his way home that day, Zhao Ye reflected: Chen Xun and Qiao Ran came from better families and studied harder than him; he’d spent his days cluelessly tagging along behind them—what an idiot he’d been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe their friendship was real, but even if it was, he still had to strive for his future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, when they became successful, would he be the one hauling bricks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Zhao Ye began studying during his spare time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he could never let go of Lin Jiamao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamao kept running over to Wang Yan’s side whenever she had free time, and Zhao Ye couldn’t stand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So during breaks, under Chen Xun and Qiao Ran’s watchful eyes, he edged closer to her, playfully teasing and roughhousing with Lin Jiamao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he’d been afraid of Wang Yan’s beatings, wary and cautious. But as he saw more of Lin Jiamao interacting with Wang Yan, he came to understand what kind of person Wang Yan was, and gradually lost his fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes he even played basketball with Wang Yan; over time, their relationship softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he hung out with Wang Yan, sometimes Wang Yan’s casual remark would make him think for hours. He felt that following Wang Yan was far better than tagging along with those two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was slowly beginning to drift away from the trio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun and Qiao Ran watched all this, powerless to stop Zhao Ye’s defection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they could’ve beaten him, no one would’ve tolerated his nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the opponent is too strong, and there’s no blood feud, and revenge is impossible, people begin to examine themselves and try to find reasons to convince themselves they’re the hero in their own story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d long since realized they were in the wrong, but teenage pride kept them from trying to mend things with Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing that gave them any comfort was Wang Yan’s mediocre grades, which let them cling to a sliver of superiority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye couldn’t let go of Lin Jiamao, and neither could they let go of Fang Yin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their families weren’t poor; they liked to play and have fun, and attracted admiration from many girls. Even though hardly anyone in class spoke to them anymore, some still quietly liked them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But feelings are unpredictable—they’d both set their sights on Fang Yin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They pretended not to know about each other’s intentions, taking turns approaching her, bumping into her, finding excuses to talk to her, and beginning to court her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were more cautious than before; since Fang Yin was close to Wang Yan, they dared not write anything useless on the blackboard—that would be suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Wang Yan around, Fang Yin had no interest in deeper contact with them and always kept a polite distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin’s coldness didn’t affect them at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the image of her in the sunlight had burned too deeply into their hearts, or perhaps they were trying to retaliate by stealing Wang Yan’s girl—either way, they kept forcing themselves on her, shamelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan saw all their moves clearly—none of it mattered. Their youth would pass in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of that nonsense—“he likes her, she likes him, she doesn’t like him, he likes her”—would ever happen in this lifetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the very beginning, Wang Yan had only helped Fang Yin move a desk and solved her problem; in the girl’s heart, he’d already taken root.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with his daily guidance in their interactions, it was essentially settled—hadn’t you noticed Fang Yin’s hair had grown longer?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day at lunch, Lin Jiamao said: “Next week is New Year’s Day—the millennium is coming. What should we do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye chimed in: “Yeah, yeah, let’s go out and have some fun!” The trio had basically disbanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin nodded beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others chimed in too—going out together was more fun with more people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, let’s go,” Wang Yan said indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After the party, let’s grab some skewers, then head to Beihai Park—how about that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great! Great!” Lin Jiamao cheered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin smiled faintly, agreeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye and the other classmates said nothing—there weren’t many places to go, and Beihai was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, it’s settled,” Wang Yan declared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one objected; everyone was already planning how to convince their parents to give them some money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time flew, and it was December 31, 1999.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Class 1, Grade 10.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celebrating the millennium, students laughed, sang, and danced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the open space formed by pushed-together desks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amid the crowds, you and I meet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We meet, recognize, and ponder each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A male student held a broken wooden guitar and sang “No Place to Hide” with wild abandon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, others joined in, singing along—pure joy filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, thank you everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid thunderous applause, the boy, barely holding back his excitement, returned to his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was about it. Teacher Hou walked to the center and said: “Alright, students, the party is nearly over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But where’s the class monitor’s performance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As class monitor, you should set an example. I have to criticize you for this,” Teacher Hou smiled at Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, some troublemakers in the crowd had already started chanting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monitor, do a number!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monitor, do a number!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voices grew louder, deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The students were truly satisfied with Wang Yan—humble, helpful, always there for classmates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just find him for anything—so long as it wasn’t unreasonable, he’d always deliver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now, in the class, besides Chen Xun and Qiao Ran, no one dared to boss Wang Yan around—even those who wanted to didn’t dare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haven’t you noticed the street thugs who used to extort and rob students are gone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go on, Wang Yan,” Teacher Hou said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past few months had been truly peaceful for her—she didn’t have to worry about a single thing in the class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the students’ progress was obvious; school leaders had praised her extensively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some parents, grateful for their children’s improved grades, had given her many gifts. Since these were tokens of appreciation, she couldn’t refuse outright, so she reluctantly accepted them. The school knew the situation well and never complained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the students’ genuine enthusiasm, Wang Yan had no choice but to reluctantly show off a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan stood up with a smile, walked over to the boy who’d just performed, and picked up the broken wooden guitar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d long since learned to play guitar, including basic music theory, but stopped after the basics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mainly because this skill had a magical effect on girls—he’d learned it specifically to make up for his past failure to charm anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into the center, strummed twice to quiet the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t let your enthusiasm go to waste—I’ll sing a song.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the students about to cheer and clap, Wang Yan pressed both hands down to signal silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a song I wrote myself, just for fun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s called ‘Your Answer,’” Wang Yan said with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guitar began to play softly, and Wang Yan spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe the world is just like this, and I’m still on the road.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Face the wind, embrace the rainbow, walk forward bravely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe I can only stay silent, tears wetting my eyes, yet unwilling to be cowardly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the song ended, the classmates fell silent for a moment, then applause erupted like a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One, the song truly moved them; two, no one expected Wang Mou to have such talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This song is for you all. I hope none of you forget your original heart, and keep pushing forward. Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan bowed slightly, returned the guitar to his classmate, and went back to his seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The party ended, and Chen Xun and Qiao Ran had nothing to do with it from start to finish—they were like outsiders, watching the commotion from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun and Qiao Ran stood by the school gate, pushing their bicycles, watching the large group of classmates laughing and roughhousing as they left together, their hearts filled with profound loneliness—they had once been just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially seeing Lin Jia and Zhao Ye roughhousing among them made it even harder to bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two exchanged glances and saw the same despair in each other’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Ran shook his head and said, “Let’s go home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun said nothing, mounted his bike, and rode off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had brought this on himself—he couldn’t blame anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan led the group to a barbecue restaurant, one he’d discovered recently and found quite good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Brother Li, we’re here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Li was in his forties, slightly plump, and easygoing in manner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Yan bring a whole crowd, he smiled warmly over: “Ah, little brother Wang’s back again, supporting old brother’s business! Sit, sit quickly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured to a nearby server to push together several tables.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old brother’s skills are great—of course I support you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan took several menus and handed them to the group of teenagers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Order whatever you want—eat whatever you like. This round’s on me. Don’t be polite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s split it, class rep—we can’t let you pay alone,” said a boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, class rep, let’s split it,” others chimed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After spending some time together, Wang Yan had a good sense of what these people were like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d all begged money from their families under various pretexts; if they could eat and drink for free, that was perfect—but if they knew he was rich, fine. But they didn’t know Wang Yan’s situation—what if he was just showing off? Their youthful shame kept them from taking advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, don’t be polite—it’s my gesture. Just enjoy yourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan said a few more words to settle them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of them came from good families, some didn’t—he Wang Mou wasn’t short on cash either. Let it be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing they couldn’t change Wang Yan’s mind, they took the menus and carefully picked their dishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a few minutes, with everyone talking at once, they finished ordering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan took the order slip from the server and looked over the items listed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like a lot, densely packed—but each item was just one or two skewers; they were clearly afraid of spending too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the order slip, Wang Yan felt this was what most people’s youth truly looked like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced around at their sincere eyes and laughed, teasing: “I told you to order freely—and you only picked this little bit? Just skewers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others found his remark funny and burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, is it really that funny?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’ll order then—you guys just make do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the server: “Fifty skewers each of beef and lamb, and give me... chicken feet...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After ordering a bunch, he turned back: “You guys drink?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, everyone hesitated—drinking meant risking a beating when they got home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan saw their hesitation but didn’t care: “Bring three cases of beer, and some soft drinks too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mood was set—why ask if they’d drink? Most of them were tough; who cared about getting beaten?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, and bring some peanuts and edamame, and a few cold appetizers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, that’s enough for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Boss Li at the grill: “Old Brother Li, hurry it up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Li didn’t turn around, impatiently replying: “Do I need to be told? You know how fast I am!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sat down, with Fang Yin on his left, Lin Jia on his right, and Zhao Ye to Lin Jia’s right—alternating boy-girl-boy-girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Class rep, do you come here often? You seem so familiar with the boss,” a girl asked, stating the obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been here plenty of times. When he’s not busy, we even have a drink together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was startled by Wang Yan’s answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he drank regularly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they’d all drunk before, none of them were like Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin was curious: “Don’t your parents care?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan could only smile: “They trust me completely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could he say? That his parents died when he was young, and make them comfort him? He didn’t need that—it would make it sound like they’d really meant something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the peanuts, edamame, and alcohol arrived. Wang Yan opened several bottles and handed them to those who asked: “If you can drink, drink. If you can’t, have soda. Don’t pretend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When everyone had filled their cups, Wang Yan raised his bottle: “Come on, let’s drink—to friendship, and to the coming New Year!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drinking, everyone chatted happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Li was indeed fast—even though there were many diners, dishes began arriving steadily, just as they’d barely started talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eating and drinking, the atmosphere quickly warmed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for a few girls still drinking soda, everyone else had switched to alcohol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t drink often, and weren’t naturally gifted—after just a couple rounds, some were already losing their inhibitions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seats had long since become mixed: some boys clustered together, some girls, some mixed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When no one was paying attention, Wang Yan felt Fang Yin nudging him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan turned to see her whispering: “Take this money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she tried to slip a crumpled wad of bills into his hand beneath the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the crumpled bills, then at her flushed face, Wang Yan shook his head: “No, I really have enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prevent her from overthinking or doubting, Wang Yan slipped his left hand into his pant pocket, withdrew a thousand yuan from his space, and nodded toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted Fang Yin’s head: “Just eat your meal.” He said no more—girls overthink; she’d built up courage for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin relaxed, but Wang Yan’s sudden gesture sent her heart racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, she’d been drinking, and her face was already flushed from earlier embarrassment—no one noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickly sat upright and whispered: “Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl’s shy charm was amusing. Wang Yan chuckled, raised his glass to hers: “Come on, let’s drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin filled her cup and downed it in one gulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drank too fast, coughing harshly: “Cough! Cough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan patted her back: “If you can’t drink, take it slow. Why rush? No one’s forcing you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin didn’t answer, but smiled through her coughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted her twice more. She drank some water, smiled at Wang Yan to show she was fine, then turned to chat with the girl beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>",2994,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f0c119f784c9b1f7b98b427934c97a0e0cb611aed95664ebc3f0f85f78c3ab79","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-55","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-53",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]