[{"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-66":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},2333992,4564,"Chapter 66: The War Ends","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-66",66,"\u003Cp>Wang Yan hurriedly returned home to Foshan, but Gong Er was not there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan then rushed to the Ye family mansion, and as expected, Ye Zhun was playing noisily with his younger siblings in the main hall, while Gong Er sat nearby learning embroidery from Zhang Yongcheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wang Yan walked in, Gong Er let out a soft “ah!” and pricked her finger with the needle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan quickly stepped forward, took her hand, and examined it: “How could you be so careless?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er said nothing, only gazing at Wang Yan with tear-filled eyes. They had been married only a short while before he left, and over the past year, they had seen each other all too rarely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pitiful expression softened Wang Yan’s heart; he pulled her into his arms and whispered gently: “There, there—I’m back now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er clung tightly to him, unwilling to let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yongcheng watched with a warm smile, saying nothing. The children had stopped playing and stared wide-eyed at the scene; the youngest, having learned it somewhere, covered his eyes with both hands—leaving just a narrow slit visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Ayan, be careful,” Ye Wen entered, having been alerted: “The kids are watching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er, overwhelmed by her deep longing for Wang Yan, flushed crimson at Ye Wen’s interruption; she quickly pushed away from his embrace, breaking free from the comforting warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan shot Ye Wen a disgruntled look: “You really know how to kill the mood.” Seeing him about to retort, he cut him off: “Enough joking—time is short. Pack up quickly; we leave tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Wen stiffened: “Are they coming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er and Zhang Yongcheng both watched Wang Yan anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ve arrived—and we can’t stop them,” Wang Yan sighed. “Hurry, pack light. Just take the essentials.” With that, he took Gong Er’s hand and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about Quan Ge?” Ye Wen asked quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I already sent someone to warn him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the retreating figures, Ye Wen sighed: “Yongcheng, go pack. We don’t have much—just take some clothes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Wen had essentially sacrificed his family fortune; aside from daily expenses, nearly everything he owned had been given to support Wang Yan’s cause—Peide Li had long since been abandoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yongcheng nodded and hurried off to pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Wen forced a smile and distracted himself by playing with the children, but his heart was heavy with sorrow and swirling thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they talked along the way, the two arrived at Gong Baosen’s residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they entered, Gong Baosen was deep in discussion with a group of elder masters, gesturing and explaining. Since Wang Yan’s earlier words, Gong Baosen had devoted himself entirely to studying these matters—even before Wang Yan asked, he had personally recruited several renowned physicians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Wang Yan learned of this, he was genuinely impressed; Gong Baosen’s status made it easy to summon such talent. Unlike himself, who had to resort to threats and bribes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan led Gong Er forward, and they both bowed respectfully: “Master Gong, esteemed elders, greetings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Baosen smiled warmly and gestured for them to rise. Aside from the fact that Gong Er’s belly still hadn’t swollen, he was content with his current life—his spirit had noticeably improved. He understood the difficulty of childbirth in these times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing how busy Wang Yan was and how rarely he returned, he asked curiously: “Why the sudden return?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone present waited for Wang Yan’s answer; they were here, politely speaking, to honor Gong Baosen—but bluntly speaking, they were fleeing for their lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Gong, the Japanese have invaded—within days. We must leave tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, everyone’s expressions darkened, their emotions unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah…” Gong Baosen snapped back to himself and sighed deeply: “Brothers, go and pack your things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This world…” others murmured in sorrow, dispersing to gather their belongings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching them leave, Gong Baosen turned to Old Jiang: “Fuxing, go pack up too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Jiang nodded and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are we going?” Gong Baosen asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan replied: “Macau. Everything’s prepared there. Some will be sent to Hong Kong and other stable southern areas.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Baosen nodded silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Wang Yan said: “Master Gong, we’ll return to prepare our own things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Gong Baosen waved them off, Wang Yan bowed again and left with Gong Er.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At home, as Gong Er packed, she asked: “Are you coming with us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know I…” Wang Yan trailed off as Gong Er stopped moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er said nothing, silently packing while tears streamed down her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sighed and stepped forward, embracing her. Gong Er buried her face in his chest, weeping soundlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, Wang Yan gently released her: “Enough. Don’t worry—I won’t be harmed. Time’s running out; hurry and pack.” With that, he stepped outside to organize the evacuation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, armed men surrounded the dock—these were their families and elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No words were needed. Gong Baosen sighed and patted Wang Yan’s shoulder. Ma San cast him a complex glance. Gong Er wept silently, teeth clenched to stifle her sobs. Ye Wen stood frozen, holding his child, speechless. Others stared fixedly at familiar spots around them, unsure if they’d ever see them again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the receding figures waving goodbye, Wang Yan sighed. His power was limited—he could help only so many. This many was already the limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In October 1938, the Battle of Guangzhou erupted; outnumbered, the defenders fell, and Foshan was captured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan could not stop the Japanese from massacring civilians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only wage Mobile Corps Commander warfare, constantly fleeing from Japanese pursuit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That same month, the Battle of Wuhan ended; the Nationalist forces suffered 400,000 casualties but inflicted over 200,000 on the Japanese, severely depleting enemy manpower and bringing the war into a stalemate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Japanese offensive was halted, and they turned to consolidating their occupied territories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plot returned to its destined course: a Japanese brigade of over 7,000 troops now occupied Foshan, led once again by the same general, Miura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, Li Zhao, exhausted from serving the Japanese all day, returned home to hear laughter and joy inside—no trace of the usual gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhao’s weary face brightened as he opened the door: “What’s so joyful?” Before anyone could answer, he turned and saw someone sitting nearby: “W…Mr. Wang?” He immediately dropped to his knees: “I had no choice, Mr. Wang—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. The kids are watching. I need your help.” Wang Yan caught him before he could kneel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhao didn’t know why Wang Yan had come, but seeing he wasn’t here to kill him, he quickly said: “Then…Mr. Wang, follow me.” He led Wang Yan into a small side room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan wasted no time, sat down, and said to Li Zhao, who stood obediently before him: “I know you’re Miura’s interpreter. No time for pleasantries. You must observe Miura’s movements: his patrol schedule, meal times, rest periods, guard rotations at the armory, and shift changes. You have half a month. Any problems?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhao hesitated: “Everything else is fine, but I can’t access the armory, Mr. Wang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then focus on the first two. Once done, I’ll get you out of Foshan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, no problem. How do I contact you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll come to you. Stay safe. I’m leaving.” Wang Yan opened the door and walked out. He could have done this himself, but his lack of deep access risked oversight—Li Zhao’s confirmation was essential to ensure absolute certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping outside, Wang Yan watched the children devouring meat with gusto; Li Zhao smiled contentedly—how good it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miura still organized martial arts duels to humiliate Chinese martial arts, killing several fighters daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But compared to the 200,000 compatriots who had died or fled, these deaths meant little now—people had grown numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan used his spatial ability to evade Japanese patrols, making repeated trips into the city to smuggle weapons and ammunition. Meanwhile, his men gradually gathered within the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the day arrived—at Li Zhao’s home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s all, Mr. Wang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded silently, mentally cross-referencing the intelligence he had gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long pause, he said: “Good. I know everything. Pack your things. Wait here tomorrow night.” He rose and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Wang…” Li Zhao called out. He locked eyes with Wang Yan, then said firmly: “Be careful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled warmly at him, then turned and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhao clenched his teeth, watching Wang Yan’s retreating figure: “Come back alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miura, accompanied by several officers, finished inspecting the barracks and boarded his vehicle to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Increase vigilance tonight,” Miura told the colonel beside him. “The soldiers’ mass stomachaches are clearly suspicious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, General. I’ve ordered an investigation—it’ll be resolved by tomorrow. Fortunately, only a portion are affected; I’ve already reassigned the rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【A stable, long-running novel app, preferred by old users for its bug-free experience: huanyuanapp.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miura nodded, saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a single gunshot shattered the silent night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the shot, the colonel saw Miura’s head explode, then saw a grenade flying toward him—he had no chance to react further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single gunshot was the signal. The night erupted: alarms blared, Japanese soldiers shouted, the western armory exploded, and gunfire and battle cries erupted from all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan’s team had thoroughly reconnoitered: only one company—about 200 men—guarded the armory. In a fully occupied city, that was considered sufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan fired his shot and immediately turned to flee. Miura’s guards instinctively fired toward the gunfire—bullets rained against windows and walls, clattering loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, large numbers of his own men surged forth, swiftly eliminating the guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan then led the charge, directing his men in fierce assaults across the city. But the Japanese were no pushovers—and fate was cruel; he took several bullets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Shanzhao rushed to his side, shouting: “Mr. Wang! Are you alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not dead yet—don’t worry about me. Help the others!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Shanzhao wasn’t foolish—he understood the situation. Seeing Wang Yan could still move, he left a few men to guard him and rushed off with the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, the gunfire faded. What filled Foshan instead were the people’s cheers, curses, and sobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheers for the invaders’ deaths, curses for their cruelty, sobs for their lost loved ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, amid the shocked cries of his men, Wang Yan’s head slumped—he fainted, a faint smile on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Foshan was liberated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven thousand enemy soldiers killed. Wang Yan critically wounded. Nearly a thousand of his men dead or injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, news spread. Though liberation lasted only one night, it gave a powerful boost to resistance fighters across other regions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six months later, Macau.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re leaving?” Gong Er asked, curled against Wang Yan’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan stroked her hair and sighed: “My body’s healed. I must go…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then be careful. Don’t be reckless like last time,” Gong Er said, her voice trembling as she recalled how he’d been brought back half-dead six months ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—I promise it won’t happen again.” As he spoke, he gently caressed her: “Shall we… try again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er whispered passionately: “I want to have a child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without moving, Wang Yan said, “Wait a bit longer—these days, bringing a child into the world is just suffering.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I’m having a child,” Gong Er stopped her motion, looked straight into Wang Yan’s eyes, and spoke slowly, word by word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan understood: Gong Er feared he might die far away without warning, and wanted to leave an heir for both families. After a moment’s thought, he sighed and looked at the stubborn Gong Er. “Then have it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Wang Yan’s consent, Gong Er’s stern face instantly softened into a bright smile like early spring peach blossoms, and she slowly leaned in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gong Er didn’t know Wang Yan’s abilities—she dragged him into bed and kept him there for three days before finally letting him go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After bidding farewell to Gong Er, who kept staring at her belly with a mix of sorrow and quiet joy, and to Gong Baosen, Ye Wen, and the others, Wang Yan set out again, heading north to kill enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Wen watched the departing boat from the shore, sighing heavily. He had repeatedly expressed his desire to join Wang Yan and fight for the nation, but Zhang Yongcheng adamantly refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yongcheng didn’t care about anything else—she only wanted her family to live in peace. She had seen with her own eyes what Wang Yan returned as after his last mission, and she knew the news of nearly a thousand dead. If even Wang Yan, whose skill far surpassed Ye Wen’s, had been that badly wounded, what chance would Ye Wen have? The thought made her shudder—she simply wouldn’t budge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Wen’s burning passion had nowhere to go. Wang Yan didn’t know. He led his replenished force, continuing his old trade of Mobile Corps Commander warfare—racing across the country, surrounded, scattered, and betrayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one gave him orders. He simply chose any lightly defended spot, struck hard for loot, then vanished—only to be chased frantically by furious Japanese troops who scrambled after him in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two years of war, sustaining so many men—mostly elite troops—Wang Yan was running thin. If not for Zhou Qingquan in Hong Kong, who worked day and night to send him supplies, he would have collapsed long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In late February 1940, Gong Er gave birth to a son. By then, as the front lines stretched, the Japanese had continuously reinforced their troops, and Wang Yan had been pushed into North China—he missed the child’s birth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, Wang Yan had said the child should take the Gong surname. But Gong Baosen feared Wang Yan might die abroad and leave no heir—he flatly refused. Only after Wang Yan returned later, spent time persuading him, and Gong Er became pregnant again, did Gong Baosen finally agree. He named the boy Ji, meaning “to continue the lineage, to pass on the spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, that same year, his close friend Old Yang was surrounded for days, out of ammunition and food, and ultimately couldn’t escape. Wang Yan was too far away to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In June 1941, Gong Er gave birth to a daughter. This time, Wang Yan arrived in time—he named her Zhilan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That same year, in December, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, opening the Pacific Theater. Hong Kong fell, and Macau was besieged but not attacked. Zhou Qingquan had already fled Hong Kong ahead of time, so no major losses occurred. The people Wang Yan had relocated there were mostly fine—nearly all survived. As for whether they cursed him, Wang Yan didn’t care. People were never satisfied—where was there peace left now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The siege of Macau caused prices to skyrocket, plunging the people into misery. Wang Yan saw it, but he couldn’t save them—he was powerless. First save yourself, then save others. The brothers and families following him numbered over ten thousand, scattered across many places. He could barely ensure their survival. As for more people, he simply had no way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan kept his force active on the battlefield. Because his escape route lay in Hong Kong, he primarily operated in the southern theater. He had also cooperated many times with the legendary figure Liu Heizai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dangers, of course, need no elaboration—he had nearly been killed multiple times, yet stubbornly survived each time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By August 1945, two atomic bombs fell. Japan surrendered unconditionally. The War of Resistance ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire nation exhaled in relief. People stepped out of their homes to mourn the dead, mingling sorrow with universal celebration. And amid this joyful atmosphere…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan led a large group of followers who refused to return home, along with their families and friends, and many others who had come to join him and also refused to go back, crossing the sea toward Kowloon. Due to a series of reasons, the area had long been abandoned, with almost no one left there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, at this moment, as power structures were shifting, the timing was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If no unforeseen events occurred, he would spend the rest of his days there.\u003C\u002Fp>",2672,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9ec631d21b81c22cff9f567ad239326942a5b5b2f4b2789468de20fb245710ed","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-67","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-65",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]