[{"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-57":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},2333983,4564,"Chapter 57: Chapter Fifty-Seven: Seize","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-57",57,"\u003Cp>Under Wang Yan’s leadership, the class had always been harmonious, with strong overall cohesion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, the students’ relationships were closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So for this final celebration, almost everyone drank—only a few who truly couldn’t handle it held back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wang Yan stepped out, the atmosphere was unusually quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had drunk too much and those who hadn’t were all staring intently at a small color TV hanging on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 11 p.m. Beijing time, with a foreigner’s distinctive tone, “Beijing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The students erupted, the late-night diners outside erupted, and China erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>China, once subjected to a century of humiliation, the Chinese people once mocked by imperialist powers as “the sick man of East Asia,” had finally fulfilled their long-held dream and proven their strength before the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People cheered loudly, celebrating the turning of a new page in history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid it all, Wang Yan couldn’t help but be swept up; he rejoiced with his classmates for a while longer before the surge finally subsided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The excitement was fleeting, but as their leader, Wang Yan had to take care of this group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who lived nearby took their drunk companions home together; for those farther away, Wang Yan called cars to send them all back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye, in pain yet joy, had drunk himself under the table and was carried home by those nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xun and Qiao Ran raised their cups to drown their sorrows, supporting each other as they walked off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, only Fang Yin, Lin Jiamo, and Wang Yan remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They too had drunk their share—nearly as drunk as everyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go. I’ll take you back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin hesitated: “I… we…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh come on, let me say it—we want… we want…” Lin Jiamo jumped in, seeing Fang Yin stall, but the words stuck in her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s late. We already told our parents we wouldn’t be going home tonight,” Fang Yin said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan glanced at the two: “Fine. Then come to my place. Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without waiting for their exaggerated winks and nudges, Wang Yan turned and staggered ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d been here often enough that there were toiletries for both of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three washed up, turned off the lights, and lay down on Wang Yan’s newly changed bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dark, no one spoke—only the cicadas outside chirped steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan rested his hands behind his head, eyes closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin and Lin Jiamo lay on either side of him, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Fang Yin suddenly spoke: “Wang Yan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you be good to me? For life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo beside him asked: “What about me? What about me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Same.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying those words took all the courage Fang Yin had—she didn’t even know how she’d managed to say them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo affirmed: “We.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past two years, they’d found unity through rivalry, and privately, they’d whispered these thoughts to each other before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, it was manageable—but as their feelings for Wang Yan deepened, they grew harder to let go. Now, neither wanted to let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How they’d talked privately didn’t matter, and no one needed to know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dark, Wang Yan smiled: “Not too drunk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Completely sober,” they answered in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each clung tightly to him on either side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, over the past two years, Wang Yan had quietly guided them—helping them adapt to each other, grow accustomed to one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they were comfortable with that, all it took was for one of them to realize and accept it—and then everything would fall into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was Wang Yan’s first time too—he had no experience. He figured he’d have to make them suffer a little, push them to the brink, before they’d truly understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that things had reached this point, he wasn’t some innocent boy. Why waste time on useless hesitation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deceiving young girls might be low, but Wang Yan truly had the ability to make them both happy—truly happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled his hands from behind his head and drew them both into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was too far along to rush. There was plenty of time to take it slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, this was an old house with poor soundproofing. The couple downstairs were elderly, light sleepers—he couldn’t make too much noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After comforting them a while, Wang Yan rolled over, reaching to turn on the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin quickly stopped him: “Don’t turn it on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan paused: “Alright. No light.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring their lingering shyness, he groped in the dark, carried each of them to the bathroom to wash up. It was hot, they’d sweated, and after what had happened—it wasn’t comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fetched fresh sheets and pillowcases, changed them, and finally finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan, bare-chested, wrapped in a towel, walked to the window and lit a cigarette. “Hssss… huuuh…” He drew a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin and Lin Jiamo stared at his face, silhouetted by moonlight, flickering with each puff of smoke, utterly spellbound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regret it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin’s memories tangled; her vision blurred, as if transported back to that night the power went out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo had no poetic recollection—she was simpler: she just stared at Wang Yan’s muscular body and grinned like an idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin couldn’t stand Lin Jiamo’s idiotic grin—she yanked her back from her fantasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo, mid-thought and delighted, was interrupted—and of course she was annoyed. Despite her discomfort, she was ready to fight Fang Yin to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took one last drag, then crushed the cigarette out in the ashtray on the windowsill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan lay back on the bed, halted their squabbling, and wrapped an arm around each: “Go to sleep. Still sore?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They snapped back to reality, blushing furiously, and without caring about the heat, yanked the blanket over their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With alcohol still in their systems and the exertion having drained them, they fell asleep quickly, nestled in Wang Yan’s arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the two girls asleep on either side, Wang Yan drifted off too, unaware of when.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle breeze drifted through the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan, accustomed to rising early, opened his eyes precisely on time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced left and right. Since none of them wore clothes, the scene was… well, something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin and Lin Jiamo’s sleeping postures didn’t match their personalities at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo clung to him like an octopus, curled entirely in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin rested her head beside him, hugging one arm—far more restrained than Lin Jiamo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning was the best time, after all—there was a certain… something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took two deep breaths, then carefully withdrew his arm from Fang Yin’s grasp, and gently moved Lin Jiamo’s limbs away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were truly exhausted—no sign of waking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped quietly out of bed, dressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan went out for his usual morning run, bought breakfast downstairs, brought it back inside, then climbed to the roof to practice a chaotic form of boxing under the rising sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his routine, he showered. Only then did Fang Yin and Lin Jiamo stir from his movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo stretched wide, feeling the ache in her body, then turned her head to look at Fang Yin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin was already looking at her. They stared into each other’s eyes, thinking of yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now we’re real sisters,” Lin Jiamo grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin rolled her eyes and ignored her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, Wang Yan stepped out of the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin felt the cool air on her skin and yanked the blanket up, blushing furiously as she looked at Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo scoffed, stood on the bed, and twirled around for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her flushed face betrayed her forced bravado.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan leaned over and kissed Lin Jiamo, then patted her butt: “Enough. Get dressed. Your face is as red as a monkey’s ass.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo stiffened at the pat, heard his words, and let out a startled “Ah!” before diving under the covers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled, bent down, and kissed Fang Yin: “Alright, alright. Both of you, get up and eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and walked out without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be fair, they were both good—just a bit thin, a bit lean, not much to hold onto.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan tidied the dining table, sat down, and ate his breakfast with quiet enjoyment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, the two girls emerged, cheeks flushed, sitting silently to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shift in their status had come too fast—they couldn’t adjust immediately. Wang Yan understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After breakfast, he didn’t let them move. He cleared the dishes himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feeling better?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still a little sore,” Fang Yin whispered after a pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo had come to terms with it and no longer cared about that; she shouted loudly, “Not bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then take a day off—don’t go anywhere today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure.” Neither of them objected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as she was with Wang Yan, both of them were happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, Wang Yan did nothing but keep them company, talking all day with a shameless grin, pouring out sweet nothings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, Wang Yan cooked up some dishes to replenish Qi and nourish blood, giving them a proper boost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t realistic to never go home, so in the evening, Wang Yan saw the two reluctant girls off to their respective houses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, the two girls were even better and arrived at Wang Yan’s place on time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a night’s rest, they were nearly fully recovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan wasn’t in a rush—he told them to take another couple of days to recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go out for a walk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great!” Each of them clung to one of his arms and strolled out leisurely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whenever they encountered other people, they quickly let go of Wang Yan, feeling a bit awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them chatted and laughed as they wandered all the way to an alley beside the North Sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of a house, Wang Yan stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin and Lin Jiamo, seeing him stop, looked at him in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled faintly but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped his left hand into his pocket, retrieved a key from his space, and unlocked the tightly shut gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two girls were stunned, mouths agape, unable to believe their eyes as Wang Yan pushed open the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan stepped inside and called back, “What are you standing there for? Come in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Oh.” They exchanged glances and followed him inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take a look around—we’ll be living here from now on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Live here?” Lin Jiamo shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place wasn’t cheap—without a few million, you couldn’t even dream of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did you get the money? You didn’t…?” Fang Yin trembled, asking in disbelief. She was terrified—what if something happened to Wang Yan, what would she do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was an orphan; they knew the old house he lived in. How could he suddenly have this big courtyard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from some illegal activities, Fang Yin simply couldn’t imagine how Wang Yan had gotten so much money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo beside her was also deeply worried, watching Wang Yan anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are your thoughts going? Here’s what happened…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Wang Yan briefly explained the past two years to them, showing various documents, bank cards, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With saliva flying everywhere and great effort, he finally convinced them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… you’re a millionaire?” Fang Yin asked dazedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Something like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Lin Jiamo let out a shrill “Ah!” and clung to Wang Yan, biting and hugging him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can we buy a lot of delicious food?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can we buy lots and lots of beautiful clothes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo clung to Wang Yan for a long while, thinking hard, but couldn’t think of anything else she needed; she kissed him, then leapt off and began running wildly around the courtyard, shouting excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan shook his head and rubbed Fang Yin’s head: “Don’t overthink it—none of this matters much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fang Yin, come take a look!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go ahead, take a good look—this is our home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin smiled, gazing tenderly at him and nodding: “Yes, our home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned and joined Lin Jiamo to explore the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had little exposure to society and still didn’t fully grasp the concept of money—this was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a two-courtyard residence, well-preserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After buying it, Wang Yan renovated it in a modern style, blending elements together. He spent over half a year tidying it up, only finishing it recently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t like the big flat houses he grew up in—it felt quite different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overall, Wang Yan was quite satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only downside was that there were no familiar neighbors around to chat with or boast to—otherwise, he’d have been tempted to carry a cage and a bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan clasped his hands behind his back and found the two chattering away: “We still need a lot of things—take a look and decide what to buy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll go shopping right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay!” The two girls excitedly inspected every room, debating how to decorate them nicely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan listened for a while, then gave up—they only cared about “looking good,” ignoring everything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t fix it. Let them do as they pleased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two girls, thrilled by decorating the house, wandered the streets with no sign of physical discomfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They pulled Wang Yan around, asking endless questions, and he couldn’t really say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he followed his own taste, the place would be too bare—clearly not what they wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan merely gave answers that reassured them he wasn’t upset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The things they bought were bright, colorful, and garish—Wang Yan stared at them, his head full of dark lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only comfort himself with: “It’ll get better later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days passed, and the house changed daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wang Yan found it increasingly annoying, so he punished the two little demons daily—savoring their suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ye was also startled by Wang Yan’s mansion. His family wasn’t well-off, so he understood money better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He occasionally came over to help; now he was free, and whether he forgave or not was no longer his concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After more than half a month of work, the two girls were finally somewhat satisfied, saying they’d keep adding things later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their parents, seeing their daughters never come home, constantly hanging out with Wang Yan, even staying out overnight multiple times, understood everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan’s age wasn’t much older than their daughters’, but he was studying their daughters—he had no right to do so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to drag this out; sooner or later, someone would find out. Better to settle it early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cut the nonsense and took the two girls door-to-door to explain everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing how their daughters had behaved and how this Wang kid was even worse, their parents’ feelings were beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiamo’s father, however, wasn’t stopped by her—he kicked Wang Yan several times to vent his anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin’s father, perhaps feeling guilty toward his daughter, though he wanted to kill Wang Yan, ultimately sighed and gave in to his daughter’s wishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reassure them, Wang Yan took them to the house and hosted a meal for both families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere during dinner was awkward—if looks could kill, Wang Yan would have turned to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the awkwardness, no further conflicts arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their daughters were determined to be with him, no matter what anyone said; the rice was already cooked. Besides, Wang Yan’s credentials were solid enough—they gritted their teeth and accepted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The matter was finally settled; everyone was at peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yin and Lin Jiamo moved in without further ado, beginning their own little life.\u003C\u002Fp>",2597,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ca5f770101ba61e17c2f79d10fd879fe992222607f84a5ec9fbfee33f47381ec","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-58","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-56",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]