[{"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-64":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},2333990,4564,"Chapter 64: The Child Takes the Gong Surname","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-64",64,"\u003Cp>The next day, night, Foshan railway station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan, along with Chen, the president of the Jingwu Association, and other senior members, straightened their clothes and perked up at the sound of the train’s whistle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train came to a stop, and Gong Baosen descended with a large group of disciples, including Gong Er and Ma San.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah! Long time no see, Master Gong, your spirit remains as vibrant as ever!” Chen quickly stepped forward to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonsense, President Chen, you’re just as formidable as ever,” Gong Baosen replied with polite humility, nodded to Wang Yan, glanced at the others present, and bowed his hands in greeting: “Gong Mou thanks you all for your patience.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people were nowhere near Gong Baosen’s level—they were flattered and returned the bow with reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Gong, you’ve endured a long journey—rest first. We’ve arranged everything for you,” Chen said, extending his hand: “Master Gong, please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, President Chen. After you,” Gong Baosen said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had no opportunity to speak with him, so he followed the group to the place the Jingwu Association had prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen and the others accompanied them to a welcome banquet, then left without further intrusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Baosen sipped tea and asked: “How’s your injury?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Recovering well. Haven’t fought much lately,” Wang Yan smiled. “By the way, Master Gong, I forgot to mention last time—Master Ding is in Foshan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Baosen froze mid-sip. “Brother?” Gong Er and Ma San also froze, staring at Gong Baosen, waiting for him to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After decades of ups and downs, Gong Baosen remained calm, steadying himself: “Where is he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At the Jin Building, where the ceremony is tomorrow,” Wang Yan said. “I met Master Ding back in ’31, but he feared you’d worry, so he asked me not to say anything. You won’t blame me, will you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine,” Gong Baosen waved his hand, as if recalling old memories, and sighed: “All these years, he’s had it hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan wisely stayed silent, nodded to Gong Er, and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though twenty years had passed since the martial arts movement began, and a generation had come and gone, even a hundred more years wouldn’t make it seem too late—let alone now. Gong Er still found it hard to speak openly face-to-face, so he didn’t engage her in idle chatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rushing won’t get you hot tofu. It’ll happen eventually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Jin Building, martial artists gathered in force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In my life, I’ve accomplished only three things… At this retirement ceremony, the one who will spar with me—I believe is a southern boxer. Choose one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Gong Baosen left with his people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had no place to speak—he stood aside with Gong Er, watching the spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As before, to face the true master, one must first defeat Ma San—he fought fiercely. After seeing Ding Lianshan, Gong Baosen returned and scolded Ma San, sending him back to the northeast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Ma San provoked trouble or was sent back, Wang Yan said nothing and intervened not. Morally and logically, it was none of his business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as with Ye Wen’s sparring match against Wang Yan, he too had no choice but to step forward against Gong Baosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Gong Er didn’t chatter, because Wang Yan had already sparred with Ye Wen. So this match ended in a draw. In truth, Gong Baosen didn’t care about winning or losing—he sought to guide the next generation, to pass on the spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, Ye Wen won. Wang Yan carefully observed their exchange—he estimated that if Gong Baosen were at his peak, Ye Wen’s listening-to-the-bridge technique might not have held up. Ye Wen often trained with Wang Yan, and had used listening-to-the-bridge with him twice, but after using it once and spending three days in bed, he never used it again with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After completing his affairs and visiting old friends, Gong Baosen didn’t linger—he returned to the northeast with reluctant Gong Er.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the Ye family mansion, Zhang Yongcheng fed her one-year-old daughter, occasionally reminding Ye Zhun and Zhou Guangyao, while listening to Wang Yan, Ye Wen, and Zhou Qingquan talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan picked up a chopstick and asked: “How do you feel, Master Ye?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Wen, mid-sip of soup, choked slightly, coughed twice to recover, and said: “Ah Yan, you’re teasing me again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qingquan laughed: “Ah Wen, it’s no joke. Even outside the martial world, I’ve heard you’re now the hottest man in Guangdong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quan Ge is right—don’t you have that much confidence?” Wang Yan agreed with Zhou Qingquan, then added mischievously: “Isn’t that right, Master Ye?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yongcheng burst out laughing, noticed Ye Wen’s helpless glance, and quickly stifled it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Wen rolled his eyes, lowered his head, and ignored Wang Yan. There was no arguing with him, no beating him, and no chance for revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the meal, the three sat as usual, sipping tea and chatting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quan Ge, buy more supplies,” Wang Yan said after sipping tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Qingquan frowned: “Didn’t we just get a lot last time? Something happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing’s happened yet, but something feels off—I can’t shake the feeling a storm’s coming. Restless.” Wang Yan sighed, then turned to Ye Wen, who was comfortably puffing smoke beside him: “Ah Wen, pull out some of your idle cash too. Better safe than sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both agreed without hesitation—Wang Yan’s instincts were always spot-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than a year passed, and Wang Yan grew increasingly urgent. Besides writing letters to Gong Er, he recruited and trained men, stockpiled supplies, and rotated small-scale northern training drills, awaiting change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In ’37, the incident erupted, the world gasped, war began, and Wang Yan took a detour north.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train creaked slowly forward. Wang Yan, in a long robe and glasses, sat quietly in the corner. The border crossing was now under strict inspection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a man sat across from him, eyes cold, staring fixedly at Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan recognized his face instantly and said calmly: “What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To settle who’s better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’ll be a chance. Need help?” Wang Yan glanced at the man’s back and whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yixiantian spoke slowly: “I’ll wait.” Then stood and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Japanese soldiers with rifles saw his back and shouted: “There he is!” Rushed toward him. The noise drew more people running in that direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan shook his head. How reckless—being hunted and still thinking about settling scores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached Fengtian without incident, slipped into the Gong family mansion, and slipped into Gong Baosen’s study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he entered, Gong Baosen’s sharp gaze locked onto him. Recognizing him, Gong Baosen relaxed, smiled faintly, and said: “You came without telling me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Things are bad, Master Gong. We can’t wait any longer. Shanghai is a bloody mess with over a million people fighting. The Japanese have shown their true ambitions. If I stir up trouble now, they won’t hold back.” Wang Yan sighed. “Master Gong, leave. There’s more room to maneuver over there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At my age, what’s the point of leaving?” Gong Baosen said. “I’ll stay. You take Ruomei.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sighed: “Will she agree, Master Gong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you want to stay and do something—to uphold the Chinese Martial Arts Association’s name. But Master Gong, staying here means certain death. Only by living longer can you last longer. And you can bring all your people to me—we’ll expand our forces. Wherever we are, we kill the Japanese.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing he remained silent, Wang Yan pressed on: “Master Gong, when we have a child someday, I plan to give our first son your surname—Gong.” Gong Baosen had once had a son who died young—this had been his regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Gong Baosen’s emotions surged. He fell silent for a long while, then said: “Let me think… let me think.” He waved his hand: “Go see Ruomei.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving Gong Baosen to ponder, Wang Yan climbed over the wall into Gong Er’s courtyard and found her sitting, gazing at the stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing movement, Gong Er instinctively dropped into a horse stance and extended her hand, snapping: “Who’s there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan stepped out of the shadows: “It’s me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er lowered her hand, stepped forward two paces in delight, then suddenly remembered propriety, halted, and said: “Why are you here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The fighting’s started. I’m worried about you—and Master Gong.” Wang Yan walked up to her. “Go convince him. I can’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er said: “You’ve written me about this plenty. I’ve advised you many times already.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking into Gong Er’s eyes, Wang Yan said: “Try again. I just told Master Gong our first son will bear your family’s surname—Gong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a daughter, how could she not know her father’s heart? Hearing Wang Yan’s words, Gong Er froze, staring at him in disbelief: “You… you’re serious?” Then she realized—he meant to have children with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I’m serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er’s face flushed crimson. She lowered her head, unable to meet his gaze: “Who… who wants to have children with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan naturally pulled her into his arms and smiled: “Of course with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er stiffened in his embrace, then quickly pushed him away: “I… I’ll go convince my father.” She turned and ran off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled, entered the room, lay on the kang, and fell asleep quickly—he was exhausted from constant travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Baosen, lost in thought, was startled awake by Gong Er. Seeing her flushed face, he smiled gently: “Come to persuade me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded, blushing: “Father, Wang Yan says he wants our child to take the Gong surname. Don’t you want to see your grandchild?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, of course I do… but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Father, I know you want to stay and do something. But helping Wang Yan, you can do far more.” Seeing Gong Baosen silent, Gong Er threw a tantrum and declared: “This time, I decide. Pack tomorrow. Leave the day after.” Without waiting for his sighs, she turned and ran off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in her courtyard, Gong Er found no one there, entered the room, and woke Wang Yan, who had just dozed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan rubbed his face: “What did he say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pack tomorrow. Leave the day after.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan stood: “Alright. Then that’s settled. It’s late—sleep.” He turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er grabbed his arm: “Sleep here.” Realizing it sounded improper, she added: “The Gong household is full of eyes. We can’t risk being seen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They locked eyes for a moment. Wang Yan said: “Fine. I’ll listen to you.” Then lay back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me get you a pillow and blanket,” Gong Er called out, rummaging through a cabinet and pulling out a set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan thanked her, pulled the blanket over himself, placed the pillow, and pulled it over his head to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er understood his situation and didn’t overthink it. Quietly tidied up, lay beside him, stared at him silently, and fell asleep with a smile on her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Wang Yan woke refreshed, glanced at Gong Er beside him, then quietly slipped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the rising sun, he stretched deeply, then began practicing fist forms on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After clumsily performing two sets, he stilled himself and took a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him finish, Gong Er said: “Your fist style is different.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t answer, smiling gently: “Practice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the words left his mouth, Gong Er kicked off the ground and launched a cannon punch straight at his chest. Wang Yan sidestepped, used her momentum to shift his body, then lightly kicked her thigh. She stumbled forward several steps, steadied herself, shot him a resentful glance, and charged again—a downward palm strike aimed at his head, her left hand coiled and ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan blocked the palm strike, stepped in, leaned slightly to evade her hidden left hand, then pushed her back with a palm strike, following with another. Gong Er reacted too slowly—she watched helplessly as Wang Yan’s palm turned into a grip. In a blur, she found herself in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slumped against him, Gong Er stared blankly at Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the door banged open and was shoved aside. Lao Jiang’s voice rang out: “Second Miss, it’s time to—” He stopped, stunned by the sight, turned, and tried to shut the door and flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, Lao Jiang,” Gong Er snapped back to reality, shot Wang Yan a glare, and gave him a light shove: “Put me down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er stepped down, adjusted her clothes, and said: “I’ll go eat first. Lao Jiang will bring yours later.” Then left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Jiang grinned at Wang Yan, gave him a thumbs-up, and followed her. The monkey on his shoulder bared its teeth at Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the study, the group drank tea after eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, you go,” Ma San said to Gong Baosen. “I’ll stay in Fengtian. Someone must guard the family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does the family need you to guard it? Are there no others in the Gong household?” Gong Baosen sipped tea. “We all go together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma San opened his mouth to speak, but Wang Yan cut him off: “Brother Ma, a home is only a home when there are people in it. Come with us.” Wang Yan knew why—Ma San resented him, didn’t want to associate with him and the others. If it weren’t for wanting Gong Baosen to live a few more years, he’d let Ma San die where he stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at Wang Yan, Ma San’s gaze was unreadable; he opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Baosen nodded in satisfaction: “Alright, go pack up. The road ahead is dangerous—travel light. When you get there, you’ll lack nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone responded and dispersed to gather their belongings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left alone in the study, Wang Yan while Gong Er accompanied Gong Baosen as they wandered through the great mansion again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wonder if we’ll ever come back…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er said nothing, for she didn’t know if they’d return either—her spirits were low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh…” Gong Baosen let out a long breath. “Go see your mother. Say your goodbyes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er, eyes red, softly replied, “Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 1937, late August, Gong Baosen led his disciples and students southward in batches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After days of travel, Wang Yan finally arrived in Guangzhou with them, unscathed despite the dangers. The long journey had long passed their wedding date. After brief discussion, they agreed to delay it—there was no chance for a grand celebration now; a simple meal in Foshan would suffice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though called a meal, it couldn’t be just any meal. They were people of standing—even the simplest occasion demanded dignity. Thus, upon returning to Foshan, Wang Yan grew busy: settling Gong’s disciples and sending out invitations to friends and fellow cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Japanese too preoccupied to notice a mere ant like him, he seized the chance to get things done—still, he knew countless obstacles loomed. So he recalled all his men and made extensive preparations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night before the wedding, at Wang Yan’s home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sipped his tea and asked: “Qiankun, have all the supplies been delivered?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Qiankun nodded: “All set.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about the brothers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you ordered, our men surround the wine houses near Foshan, and we’ve prepared positions outside the city as well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Go. Tell the brothers to stay alert. I’ll treat you to more wine later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Qiankun grinned: “Heh, don’t worry—everything’s under control.” With that, he left.\u003C\u002Fp>",2550,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","19326c5360c865aae4ca71dd8055e7fc011c3797063c798f7193c364e53b7444","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-65","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-63",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]