[{"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-59":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},2333985,4564,"Chapter 59: Chapter Fifty-Nine: Return, Routine, New World","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-59",59,"\u003Cp>Slowly opening his eyes, memories flashed through his mind; Wang Yan lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of every small moment from “That Year, We Rushed Through Life,” the clear laughter of his two children echoed in his ears; his heart twisted in pain, unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took a full week to barely adjust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pull up the panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attributes: Strength 20\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agility 20\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constitution 20\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit 22\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unallocated points: 5\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Storage space: 2m³\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skills: Computer LV5\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martial Arts LV3\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cooking LV3\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calligraphy LV1\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>... dozens of other skills omitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completing the quest awarded 5 attribute points; all other attributes remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After fifteen years, Wang Yan’s Computer skill progressed from LV2 Proficient, to LV3 Professional, to LV4 Mastery, and finally reached the early stage of LV5 Sincerity. (PS: Little brother doesn’t know what to do—big brother, feel free to suggest ideas.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s like an inverted pyramid—the higher the level, the harder it is to advance. According to the system’s information, LV5 is the cap. Even among LV5, there are rankings—those who go farther rise higher. Wang Yan is just beginning here; in this tier, he’s still a nobody, far from the top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After so many years without training, Wang Yan’s Martial Arts skill improved only slightly. But after all these years of practice, his martial philosophy had taken shape—he felt a breakthrough was imminent. His Cooking skill improved decently; whenever he had free time, he studied delicious dishes and cooked for his children with care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over these years, his main focus remained on Computer skills; Calligraphy was just on the verge of breakthrough. Other skills were unremarkable, though all had seen some progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t want to stay in Jingcheng anymore—he’d lived here fifteen years, always haunted by memories. He also didn’t want to work anymore; it meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After calculating, it seemed splitting the withdrawal into two parts would be better. So at month’s end, Wang Yan withdrew half his funds—the tax deduction made his liver ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He used the money to pay off all his debts, kept some for daily expenses, and invested the rest as usual into stocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the vast Jingcheng, Wang Yan wandered aimlessly for a day near Beihai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, he packed his belongings and left. He stayed home for two days, endured two days of Zhang Xia’s nagging. It wasn’t that he was unfilial—her scolding was just too powerful. He quickly left his hometown again, heading for Lin’an.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Xiaoshan Airport, Wang Yan grabbed his suitcase, hailed a taxi, and went straight to Xihu. He’d already booked a nearby guesthouse—its environment looked decent, 100 yuan a day; he booked it for a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d come here before with Gu Jia, but stayed only briefly, just glancing around. This time, he wanted to walk more, to truly explore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life returned to calm: rise early, run two laps around Xihu, find a quiet spot, and randomly practice fists. After breakfast, he wandered lazily through the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, light rain fell; fewer people were out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan stood under an umbrella at the edge of Xihu, watching ripples spread across the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman, holding an umbrella, walked up near him and stood side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing movement, Wang Yan turned to glance at her. Seeing the disappointment in her eyes, he turned back without concern, continuing to gaze at Xihu. “You’re disappointed?” he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman felt embarrassed. “Sorry—I saw you standing alone here, and I got curious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d been sheltering from the rain behind him, watching him stand motionless by the lake—distant mountains, nearby water, passing pedestrians—all framed him as something unique, detached from the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add his height and upright posture, and she’d wanted to know this man. But the result was indeed disappointing. Though not a “back-view killer,” Wang Yan’s face was ordinary, shattering her earlier fantasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s nothing. No need to apologize.” With that, Wang Yan nodded to her and walked away into the wind and rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling was nice enough, but he was too ordinary—perhaps she had no interest in digging deeper to find anything extraordinary. Besides, he had no mood now to chase after women; it meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman stared at his retreating back until it vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, while reading, Wang Yan received an unexpected system message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“‘The Grandmaster’—Gong Baosen: Zhenwu. (Dare not shake the nation.)”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had watched this film before—it mainly tells... please refer to the original.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it had been a long time; he logged in as usual, rewatched “The Grandmaster,” along with “Ip Man,” and its sequels II, III, and IV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he researched contemporary materials, preparing thoroughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checking the time, it was already past four in the morning. Wang Yan lay on the bed, pulled up the panel, and made his selection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue flash—Wang Yan vanished from the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan opened his eyes, dressed in a black long robe, leather shoes on his feet, scanning his surroundings. He noticed the large characters “Fengtian”—confirmed: Fengtian Railway Station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confirming the environment was safe, Wang Yan stood still, receiving the system’s message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His identity was simple: Wang Yan, age 20, returned home midway through overseas studies; his family had all perished or scattered due to war. Now it was the 19th year of the Republic, 1930 AD, September—the Central Plains War had just ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t rush to the Gong family. He was an unknown nobody—no one would care. Even if Gong Baosen was a master, what was he, Wang Mou, compared to that? He couldn’t waste time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked a passerby for directions and went to the area concentrated with martial arts schools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t immediately allocate attribute points—he didn’t know his own level yet; better to test first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, I’d like to challenge your master for a friendly exchange. Could you please announce me?” Wang Yan politely said to the man outside a martial arts school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man frowned, voice hostile: “So you’re here to cause trouble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no—just a private sparring session, private sparring.” Wang Yan waved his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man frowned, thought for a moment, and didn’t act rashly: “Wait here. I’ll ask my master.” He signaled two men to watch Wang Yan, then went inside to seek permission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t foolish—without three-tenths of skill, one shouldn’t storm Liangshan. Wang Yan was polite, his strength unclear. If this escalated and they lost, their school would be finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan waited patiently, standing quietly at the door, ignoring the wary, hostile stares of the two young men before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the man returned: “Come in—my master agrees.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded and followed him inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing the front hall, entering the courtyard, Wang Yan saw an old man standing with his hands behind his back, watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, you wish to challenge me?” the old man said, voice strong and resonant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan bowed. “I’m new here, never expected this situation—I apologize for the disturbance, Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man waved dismissively, smiling: “No matter. Ignorance is no crime. Since you’re here, let my disciple spar with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, the crowd stepped back. A burly man stepped forward, bowed to Wang Yan: “Xingyi, Zhang Long. Please.” He assumed a stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan mirrored him, bowing: “No school, Wang Yan. Please.” He also took a fighting posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both assumed stances, searching for openings. Zhang Long was patient, not rushing to attack, circling Wang Yan, seeking weaknesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan grew tired of circling. He stomped with his left foot, stepped forward with his right, and launched a Ba Ji thrust straight at Zhang Long’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the move, Zhang Long sidestepped sharply, aiming a cannon punch at Wang Yan’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm and unhurried, Wang Yan used his momentum, braced with one hand, flipped midair, and swung a powerful kick at Zhang Long’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Long couldn’t dodge in time—he raised both arms to block. The force slammed through his arms, sending him staggering backward several steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan landed, pressed forward instantly. Before Zhang Long could react, he swung a hook punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Long tried to raise his aching arm to block—but pain slowed him. The punch struck his jaw—he collapsed, unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others rushed to support Zhang Long, glaring angrily at Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan ignored them, bowed to the old man: “I take my leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man paid no mind to his defeated disciples, nodded: “Go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, Wang Yan walked slowly down the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know Zhang Long’s rank, but clearly he was the top disciple of this school—and there were dozens of disciples. By that measure, Wang Yan wasn’t bad at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the system gave him no money, he found a pawnshop and pawned his wristwatch—it would last him a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He found a small inn and rested for the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following weeks, except for the Gong family’s main house, Wang Yan challenged nearly every other martial arts school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this time, he raised his Constitution to 25, Strength to 23, Agility to 22—the rest still needed his own development.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though all challenges were private, rumors inevitably spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gong family, as local power and the martial arts leader, had already heard of this rising force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, this kid’s too arrogant—I’ll go challenge him,” Ma San said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Baosen sipped tea slowly: “Stay calm. He’ll come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jiang the Old, carrying a monkey, entered: “Master, the boy’s here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring him in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Wang Yan walked in, bowed: “Disciple Wang Yan, greetings, Master Gong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need for formalities. Sit,” Gong Baosen said, gesturing to a chair beside him, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Wang Yan could sit, Ma San stepped forward: “Kid, you think you’re tough?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan straightened up, seeing no reaction from Gong Baosen: “I can hold my own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, big talk. I’ll test you.” Ma San snorted and kicked out suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t hold back—he grabbed Ma San’s ankle with precision and swung his leg hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma San never expected to be caught—he couldn’t kick again, frantically raised both hands to block, then felt himself flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan used Ma San’s own momentum, combined with the speed and explosive power of his leg, and flung him clean through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma San rolled twice on the ground, struggled to his feet—his arms were injured; he’d need three to five days to recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma San had never suffered such humiliation—he charged forward, ignoring everything, ready to fight Wang Yan to the death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough.” Gong Baosen sharply rebuked Ma San.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out.” Gong Baosen’s eyes flashed like lightning; Ma San dared not argue, grunted in anger, and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Baosen had not expected Wang Yan’s skill to be so formidable—even allowing for Ma San’s underestimation, Wang Yan had indeed knocked him down with a single kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, impressive skill!” Gong Baosen clapped his hands. In terms of pure strength, he had no confidence he could defeat Wang Yan, and clearly, Wang Yan had not even used his full power just now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This junior was rash; I beg Master Gong’s forbearance,” Wang Yan replied politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need for formalities. Sit down, sit down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Master.” With no more chatter, Wang Yan swept back his long robe and sat down steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Baosen sipped his tea and said, “Where are you from? Why have you come to Fengtian?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My family is from Longcheng; later, because…” Wang Yan recounted the information provided by the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now the mountains and rivers are shattered, the people suffer greatly—hardship, hardship indeed,” Gong Baosen sighed deeply after listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two chatted at length, mostly Gong Baosen speaking while Wang Yan listened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. People of a certain age talk too much. No more of that. Tell me your purpose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This junior heard Master Gong excels in Bagua and Xingyi, and came specifically to learn from you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Wang Yan remembered his recent actions and added with a smile: “I truly mean to learn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Baosen paused, startled, then laughed heartily: “Hah, interesting, very interesting.” Then his tone shifted, his gaze sharp as he fixed Wang Yan: “You train martial arts too—you know the rules of this world, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a problem—he knew what topics were off-limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan said seriously: “This junior knows the rules well, but I also know that last year, you opened the Two-Guang National Martial Arts Academy in Foshan, sent the Five Tigers south of the Yangtze, and brought northern boxing styles to the south—Master, you truly possess great vision and boldness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though pleased by Wang Yan’s praise, Gong Baosen showed no expression on his face and gestured for him to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since the Opium War, so many years of territorial concessions, indemnities, warlord conflicts, and power struggles—our glorious Huaxia land lies shattered, the people destitute. And why? Because we are weak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And this junior believes a strong nation must strengthen its culture and its science—but the root lies in strengthening the people. Therefore, I am determined to revive martial arts to strengthen the people, to strengthen the body, the will, and the nation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Wang Yan lifted his teacup and took a sip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Gong Baosen cried out, “Good! Well said!” He had seen countless storms—he knew Wang Yan spoke from the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Each school hoards its secrets, stubbornly clinging to tradition—that was precisely why I founded the Two-Guang National Martial Arts Academy. You are excellent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, Gong Baosen said, “Since you have no sect or school, why not become my registered disciple? It would make things easier for you. What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A registered disciple—nothing more than that, not even adopting a living father. And Gong Baosen was a true Grandmaster; he had offered out of goodwill—how could Wang Yan refuse?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan rose at once, refilled Gong Baosen’s teacup, and presented it with both hands: “Master Gong, please have some tea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Baosen paid no mind to the formality, smiled warmly, accepted it, and took a sip—thus the matter was settled.\u003C\u002Fp>",2334,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c4005626bb6f42e95beac9f62e143186969c2238163fd89013086da70e9e4efd","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-60","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-58",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]