[{"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-56":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},2333982,4564,"Chapter 56: Chapter Fifty-Six: Graduation","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-56",56,"\u003Cp>A few people shuffled slowly along the street, their moods low except for Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin and Lin Jiamu’s eyes were red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cheer up, don’t be so down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But they’re so pitiful,” Fang Yin choked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamu wept beside her: “Yeah, so pitiful—some of them are still so young.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye said nothing, but clearly he wasn’t doing well either—his eyes were red too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m telling you, they’re not pitiful, and they don’t need your pity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What they need is respect, not your overgrown tears of sympathy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You cry your hearts out here, then go home, sleep it off, and do the same thing tomorrow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan shook his head: “Why bother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, we’re just…” Lin Jiamu blurted out without thinking, ready to argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as she spoke, she understood—Wang Yan was right. She would be exactly like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See? You can’t even deny it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So stop thinking about useless things. Keep it in your heart. If you have the ability, help them. If you don’t, offering blessings is fine too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elderly and children in the welfare home had endured countless sneers and experienced more coldness than warmth in their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing that truly hurt them was the pity in people’s eyes when they looked at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three nodded, knowing Wang Yan was right, yet still couldn’t feel cheerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go. Don’t overthink it. Want to stroll around Beihai?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying that, Wang Yan led the way; the others followed silently behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most effective way to forget something is to shift your attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the few people laughing and gliding slowly on roller skates, Wang Yan didn’t know if the three still carried that earlier sense of compassion—but on the surface, there was no trace of it. They were having the time of their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Fang Yin let out a cry as someone bumped into her, nearly toppling her—Lin Jiamu quickly caught her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye, seeing the group wasn’t good people, rushed to shield the two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t you see—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fang Yin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person who had tripped opened his mouth to curse, but when he looked up and saw the tense faces before him, he swallowed his words and frantically scanned around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was also at a loss for words. This time of day should’ve been long over—how could it be such a coincidence?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you Brother Lei?” Wang Yan glided over and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Yan approach, Liu Lei quickly bowed and grinned nervously: “No, big brother, just call me Xiao Lei. This is all my fault—I didn’t look where I was going.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even lightly slapped his own face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was genuinely terrified. After that beating, they’d followed Wang Yan for a while—especially when Wang Yan took on over twenty men alone, they’d watched the whole thing from the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, they heard that the big-time thugs outside the Experimental High School, who’d been two steps ahead of him, had been driven off by Wang Yan—he was practically his living father. What was he, anyway?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring Liu Lei and his nervous gang behind him, Wang Yan turned and looked at Fang Yin: “Fang Yin, are you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin leaned against Lin Jiamu and shook her head without speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, go on and enjoy yourselves,” Wang Yan waved at Liu Lei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Lei felt as if released from prison: “Yes, sir! Thank you, big brother! Thank you, big brother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying that, he quickly led his gang away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new recruit didn’t understand the situation and didn’t want to leave—Liu Lei kicked him twice in anger. What’s the point of skating? Don’t you feel pain when you get hit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan stepped forward to comfort: “It’s fine now. You know these people—I’ve already broken them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Fang Yin rushed over from beside Lin Jiamu and threw herself into Wang Yan’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was on roller skates and spun half a circle from the sudden weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Wang Yan,” Fang Yin whispered, voice choked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But due to the angle, Lin Jiamu sharply noticed the fleeting smile on Fang Yin’s lips—and immediately bristled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fang Yin, you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dashed over too and clung to Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye watched the whole scene, laughing outwardly, but his inner feelings were his own to know. He claimed to have moved on—but the pain? Only he knew how sharp it still was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan understood instantly from their actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin wanted nothing more than a hug—a step closer in their relationship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Wang Yan gently pulled them apart: “That’s enough. You’ve hugged long enough—everyone’s watching us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The timing wasn’t right yet. No rushing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin and Lin Jiamu looked around and saw people pointing and whispering—they both blushed furiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young girls like them couldn’t stand it—they quickly returned their skates and quit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to laugh and stroll down the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That summer slipped away quietly, unnoticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin and Lin Jiamu kept seeking out Wang Yan—of course their parents knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had met them all. Thanks to the two families not knowing about each other, despite their private reservations, Wang Yan had smoothed everything over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both families had only one child, and neither set of parents were the type to interfere. Their lack of nonsense hadn’t hurt their studies—in fact, they’d seen their child’s progress clearly this year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as boundaries were kept and studies weren’t affected, they’d essentially given tacit approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>September 1st—the new term began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a summer of play, returning to school felt a little strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Classmates who hadn’t seen each other for months laughed and shared stories of their holiday adventures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun and Qiao Ran remained as out of place as ever, sustained only by the silhouette of the long black hair ahead of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a year’s growth, Fang Yin’s hair had reached her shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the summer break, the two hadn’t given up on Fang Yin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d become resourceful enough to find out her home address.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever Fang Yin wasn’t with Wang Yan, a “chance encounter” was guaranteed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin wasn’t stupid—she knew exactly what they meant. But her heart belonged to someone else; their efforts remained futile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Hou entered the classroom, gestured for silence, and said: “Classmates, focus up. You’re in your final year now. After more than a decade of hard study, you’re all striving for a good university and a bright future…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Teacher Hou’s heartfelt, reasoned speech, senior year began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan understood these kids too well—he wasn’t much older himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though still crushed under piles of memorization and endless exams, this was his reality—he couldn’t change it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he did his best to carve out some relaxation time: occasional group outings, games, things like that—balancing work and rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a positive class atmosphere and high study enthusiasm, efficiency naturally improved, and this little downtime had little impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teachers were pleased and openly supported Wang Yan’s actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The happiest were Teacher Hou, Director Ma, and the entire teaching staff of Class Two—there was simply no need to worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To encourage Wang Yan for his outstanding academic performance, his role in uniting classmates, and his leadership, Director Ma directly nominated him for a Beijing Municipal “Three Good Student” award—far more valuable than the previous school-level one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Academically, Wang Yan maintained his steady pace, steadily improving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spent free time chatting with Fang Yin and Lin Jiamu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teachers all knew what was going on, but said nothing. These kids didn’t need their interference—why meddle? Besides, they were curious too: who would end up together in the end?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This college entrance exam changed many people’s fates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, like Zhao Ye, some wouldn’t get into university but, through a series of coincidences, still found success. Others might, because of Wang Yan’s presence, have their paths altered and end up drifting aimlessly through life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those who were meant to be ordinary—might, because of Wang Yan, rise to greatness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun and Qiao Ran were truly persistent—even with Fang Yin so clearly taken, they refused to give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it came to longing for Fang Yin and resentment—or even… hatred—toward Wang Yan, Wang Yan believed Qiao Ran surpassed Chen Xun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because during the college entrance exam, he saw Qiao Ran in the exam hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the original plot, Qiao Ran was supposed to study abroad at the University of Edinburgh and wouldn’t take the exam at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t pay much attention. No matter why Qiao Ran was there, it didn’t matter—it was just that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fang Yin and Lin Jiamu, because of Wang Yan, both performed exceptionally well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin would likely go to Huazhong University with Wang Yan; Lin Jiamu might fall slightly short and attend another school—but either way, it was excellent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye didn’t need mention—under Wang Yan’s daily guidance and with his own intelligence, after checking answers, his admission to the Capital University of Physical Education was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye’s parents knew their son well—achieving such results filled them with overwhelming joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To express their gratitude, Zhao Ye’s parents hosted a special dinner at home to thank Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>July 13, 2001.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Hou suggested, and Wang Yan organized, a gathering at a restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this, they’d all go their separate ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To sit together like this again? Unlikely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Classmates, you all did very well on the exam. I wish you all brilliant futures,” Teacher Hou said emotionally, raising his glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brilliant futures!” Everyone stood, raising their glasses in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the first drink, Teacher Hou poured another: “This one, I want to toast our class monitor, Wang Yan. Your contribution to our outstanding results has been indispensable. Wang Yan, I toast you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan couldn’t let his teacher toast him—he picked up the bottle instead: “Teacher Hou, you overestimate me. This is all thanks to the classmates’ own hard work. I toast Teacher Hou—thank you for your care over these two years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Wang Yan immediately downed an entire bottle amid the students’ cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Hou also smiled and finished his glass of wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, everyone relax and enjoy yourselves—don’t worry about me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was the target of attention; whether he could drink or not, everyone came over to toast with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan gladly accepted all the students’ thanks and never turned down a toast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Chen and Lin Jiamo stayed nearby taking care of Wang Yan—he had drunk far too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun and Qiao Ran watched from the side as Fang Chen poured drink after drink for Wang Yan. Human joys and sorrows may not connect, but at this moment, they surely did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Hou suggested Wang Yan sing a song, and the idea was immediately met with enthusiastic agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the previous song, “Your Answer,” had already been performed by a celebrity, everyone knew it was written by Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no choice, Wang Yan sang another song, “A Life in Full Bloom”—only this kind of song fit the theme, and it was also a kind of blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful song pushed the atmosphere to its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Teacher Hou said a few words and left, the atmosphere reached another high point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they had just graduated and hadn’t yet adjusted to their new identities; the teacher’s presence still felt restrictive, and Teacher Hou clearly understood this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had already been heavily toasted from the start, but now that Teacher Hou was gone, it became even more intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Chen and Lin Jiamo even drank a few glasses on Wang Yan’s behalf amid playful teasing from others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t stop them—he was happy to see everyone having such a lively time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye was rowdy, wandering around boasting and bragging to classmates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t drunk lightly either, and before long, he found himself at Chen Xun and Qiao Ran’s table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three exchanged glances but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since they’d gone their separate ways, they hadn’t kept in touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, facing their former brothers and friends, they didn’t know what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard you did pretty well on the exam?” Qiao Ran broke the silence amid the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, pretty well—Capital University of Physical Education.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Congratulations,” Chen Xun chimed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about you two?” Zhao Ye asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun replied: “You know—we both did well. Tsinghua University.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye nodded and raised his glass: “Let’s drink?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought for a moment, then decided the glasses were too small and opened three bottles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s drink!” The two reached for their drinks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once inseparable trio clinked their bottles together firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They locked eyes, then tilted their heads back and drank deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Ran had a weaker tolerance; even drinking straight from the bottle was too much—he swallowed it all, gritting his teeth against the churning in his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three silently turned their bottles upside down, looked at each other, and then burst into laughter without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, the three felt as if they had returned to the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To those carefree, thoughtless days of their youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After laughing, silence fell—they could never go back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye forced a smile and gave them both a heavy pat on the shoulder: “You two keep drinking—I’m going over there, someone just called me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two gave Zhao Ye a firm pat in return: “Go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye turned and walked away, head held slightly high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Zhao Ye’s retreating figure, Chen Xun and Qiao Ran sighed, sat down, drank together, and began teasing each other about their red eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too long suppressed, under the influence of alcohol, the scene had become chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some, drunk and babbling, complained about the bitterness of twelve years of grueling study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others, intoxicated, accidentally revealed long-hidden secret romances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some, bottle in hand, staggered forward to loudly confess their love to a classmate—only to find the girl had been waiting for the same confession and shouted back with equal excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Successes were matched by failures: girls politely refused, boys claimed they were just drunk and joking, walked away with bravado, then quietly retreated to a corner to nurse their wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some quiet girls suddenly declared their love to a boy—only to find he accepted, but they themselves couldn’t go through with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Influenced by the atmosphere, Zhao Ye found Lin Jiamo and raised his glass: “Jiamo, let’s drink?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo had always understood Zhao Ye’s feelings and raised her glass in return: “Let’s drink!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing their drinks, Lin Jiamo said: “Zhao Ye, we’re good friends—forever good friends, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye took a sip straight from the bottle: “Yeah, good friends—forever good friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Fang Chen…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhao Ye could finish, Lin Jiamo picked up another bottle: “Come on, drink, drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drinking, Lin Jiamo skipped off happily to join the other students in celebration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye shook his head, said nothing, and went over to join the boys in wild drinking contests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Wang Yan hadn’t expected was that when he returned from the restroom for the second time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Zhao Zi outside—the petite, delicate girl who had painted the giant dragon on the class bulletin board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he washed his hands, Wang Yan asked: “What are you doing standing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Yan, I… I…” Zhao Zi’s face flushed crimson; she couldn’t utter another word. Just standing before him had taken all her courage—facing Wang Yan, she simply couldn’t speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sighed, shook his hands dry, and walked up to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently ruffled Zhao Zi’s hair and said: “It’s okay, I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go join the others and have fun—many of these people you’ll never see again in your life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Zi let out a disappointed “Oh,” looked at Wang Yan intently, then walked away dejectedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had hurt a little girl’s heart; watching her swaying ponytail as she walked away, Wang Yan could only shake his head with a wry smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He washed his face and stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was about time—many students were already drunk and done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan believed high school was the most beautiful part of youth—perhaps even the last pure time. In college, with more exposure and more thoughts, things would lose their innocence and become just… ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But right here, right now, this was their youth.\u003C\u002Fp>",2715,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9d78f18570d00c459d81b53cb417a8b8ca6398df9883ab875de0795449265fd7","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-57","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-55",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]