[{"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-86":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},2334012,4564,"Chapter 86: First Sight, Fallen","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-86",86,"\u003Cp>After washing up, Qu Xiaoxiao picked up her phone, smiled smugly at the message from her mother, and dialed Yao Bin’s number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Check if the money’s arrived—I told my mom. Yao Bin, I’ve completely disrupted my plan to fight for the family inheritance just to help you. My dad gave me a long lecture, and with the recent GI project failure, I’ve been struggling lately.” Without giving him time to respond, Qu Xiaoxiao said: “So, how are you going to thank me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Yao Bin said: “I’ve already fixed it—I borrowed from a friend. Since the money’s been returned, we’re even. Don’t contact me again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Xiaoxiao froze, then shouted: “Wait, what do you mean, Yao Bin? Explain yourself—why suddenly cut ties—” Before she could finish, the call ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confused, Qu Xiaoxiao immediately redialed—her number was blocked. She asked her friends what happened, but none of them knew. Without hesitation, she put on her clothes and left, determined to confront Yao Bin face-to-face and find out why he’d suddenly done this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Xiaoxiao stormed into a racetrack and found the friend who’d tipped her off: “Where’s Yao Bin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The friend pointed to a car racing furiously along the track, spraying sparks against the barrier: “Xiaoxiao, what did you do to Yao Bin to push him this far?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know what’s wrong with him—I came to ask him!” Qu Xiaoxiao snapped. “By the way, do you know what happened to him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We don’t know either. This morning he borrowed money from everyone he knew in the circle—no one knows why he was so desperate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, that’s all. You’re done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The friend watched the out-of-control car scraping the barrier, sparks flying, and said: “Xiaoxiao, don’t say I told you—he’s really angry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Xiaoxiao found Yao Bin, who had just been pulled from his car and was still bouncing with adrenaline, and hurled her bag at him: “Yao Bin, what’s your meaning? Today you explain everything to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Bin, who had just been enjoying his release, turned pale, veins bulging on his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his furious expression, Qu Xiaoxiao grew frightened and instinctively stepped back two paces: “Yao Bin, don’t get worked up—let’s talk calmly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tossed the bag aside, took a deep breath, and said: “Don’t make this ugly. Come with me.” Then he turned and walked off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching him disappear, Qu Xiaoxiao steeled herself, bent down to pick up her bag, and followed him, heels clacking ten centimeters high, hips swaying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a quiet spot, Yao Bin looked at Qu Xiaoxiao trailing behind him—and for the first time, he found her ugly, repulsive, loathsome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she drew near, he said: “Forget everything else—what right do you have to come here and question me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Xiaoxiao shouted: “What right? Didn’t I make myself clear on the phone? The GI project failed, and my dad already resented me. Now, to help you, I begged my family for money—and got scolded again. You won’t even thank me—you want to cut ties?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Bin laughed—loud, harsh, full of bitterness: “You asking me to repay you for returning my money? You think you’re helping me? Qu Xiaoxiao, Qu Xiaoxiao—I never realized you were this kind of person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Xiaoxiao realized she’d messed up and opened her mouth to explain. Yao Bin waved her off: “Let’s not dwell on how you abandoned me in my hour of need. Look at this.” He pulled out his phone, scrolled a few times, and handed it to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took it casually, glanced at the screen, and froze—mouth open, eyes wide, face shifting through shock and disbelief: “You… checked me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching her face, Yao Bin said coldly: “I’ve already spared your face. Don’t be ungrateful.” He had countless things to say—insults, self-reproach, rage at being manipulated, biting sarcasm—but now, standing there, he realized none of it mattered. It meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—I won’t leak any of this.” Yao Bin held out his hand. “Give me your phone. Leave. Don’t contact me again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Xiaoxiao’s mind went blank. She mechanically handed back the phone, turned, and walked away, hollow-eyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching her vanish around the corner, Yao Bin smiled faintly. He tasted salt on his lips, wiped his face—and realized tears had streamed down his cheeks. She was terrible, yes. But in all those years, he had truly loved her—and it still hurt so much…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a loud “clank” as the door opened, “Xiao Guan, come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the noise, Wang Yan, who had skillfully navigated traffic and arrived home first, stepped out of his study where he’d been writing calligraphy, and nodded to Andy: “Xiao Guan, what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer, silently weeping, broke into loud sobs at Wang Yan’s question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan said to Andy: “Andy, comfort her. I’ll make tea—we’ll sit down and talk.” Crying helps release emotion; a good cry is healthy. But he couldn’t stand it—it got on his nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy steadied Guan Juer, and Wang Yan’s tea was ready. The three sat down in the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pouring Guan Juer a cup of tea, Wang Yan said: “Xiao Guan, you’ve cried enough. Tell us what happened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanking him, Guan Juer wiped her tears: “A few days ago, my teammate Michelle caught a cold and asked me to help finish her work… The mistake was hers, but I signed off on it—and my boss scolded me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy glanced at Wang Yan, who was calmly sipping tea, then turned to Guan Juer: “So why are you crying? Is your boss wronging you? Is Michelle denying it? Or is the mistake too big for you to handle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer choked out: “All of it… Plus, my boss made me write a written self-criticism—it’ll likely be filed in my records. That’ll ruin my internship evaluation, and probably cost me the job.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you explain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I did—but my boss won’t listen. She assigned the work—she knows it was Michelle’s. Michelle’s the primary responsible party. She knew I got scolded, yet she didn’t defend me. She’s letting me take the blame.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy glanced at Wang Yan and said: “Let me share my view—it might not be pleasant.” Seeing Guan Juer nod, she continued: “A senior executive friend of mine once said that if he could start over from the bottom…” Then Andy launched into her full “worker-bee” theory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan listened silently, saying nothing. He didn’t want to speak—he knew his company had people like Qiu Yingying working late every night, while he sat here drinking tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing he did better than others was pay overtime legally and fully—plus all the other benefits: commuting, meals, everything. Qiu Yingying took the last subway because she wanted to save money—those costs were calculated by distance and directly deposited into her account.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Guan Juer’s problem, Wang Yan would’ve done the same in her boss’s position—he always judged by results. The difference? He never wasted time with useless criticism. Just redo it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After listening to them for a long time, Guan Juer finally said: “I’ll divide the self-criticism into three parts: first, outline the facts; second, admit my fault; third, propose a solution.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as she finished, her tears returned: “It’s so painful—I have to admit fault I didn’t commit. Since graduation, more and more things force me to lie to myself. I just have to endure. Growing up is so exhausting…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, Xiao Guan, dry your tears.” Wang Yan set down his teacup. “Learn from this. Ask yourself: if you were your boss, what would you do? Don’t let Andy’s view sway you. You’ll face far worse ahead—this is nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Guan Juer nod silently, Wang Yan added: “Honestly, Xiao Guan—look at Xiao Qiu. She’s so fulfilled every day. Why not take this chance and stick with her? Two sisters together—work happily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer stopped crying, thinking: Why won’t you let this go? Why do you keep trying to drag me to your company? Don’t I see what Qiu Yingying’s like? She’s more exhausted than I am, lost so much weight—where’s the joy? Wiping her tears, she said wearily: “Thank you, Brother Wang, but I’m fine for now. Let’s see if I can make it through this year. A person should see things through.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy shook her head, amused but silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. See things through—that’s fine.” Wang Yan waved his hand. “Enough about work. Let’s go out to eat, relax. By the way, we’ve got a hot guy lined up for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer shook her head rapidly: “I… I’d rather not. I don’t belong with your friends.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not? Xiao Guan, listen—I’m warning you, if you don’t go today, you’ll regret it for life. Ask Andy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Guan Juer look at her, Andy laughed helplessly and nodded: “It’s true. Dr. Zhao is outstanding. You two would get along. And you haven’t eaten yet—perfect timing. Go, Xiao Guan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan made the decision: “It’s settled. Do you two want to change clothes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go change.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll drop off my things first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded: “Alright, meet me in the underground parking lot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Guan Juer left, Andy changed clothes inside and said: “Will they work? And there’s still Lin Shiwei chasing her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll see after they meet. Whether it’s Lin Shiwei or Dr. Zhao—it’s up to Xiao Guan. I’ll call Dr. Zhao and let him know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already November—the wind carried a chill. In the noisy barbecue joint, mostly urban workers and colleagues, or groups of friends, grilled meat, drank beer, laughed and shouted loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping stood up and waved: “Over here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the voice, Guan Juer, following behind Wang Yan, instinctively looked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One glance—and she fell. Today, she finally understood what “love at first sight” meant. Time froze. The noise vanished. Her eyes saw only the handsome, smiling man waving at her—everything else blurred into white. Unconsciously, she smiled, lost in her own world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Guan? Xiao Guan?” Andy called twice, but Guan Juer didn’t respond. Following her gaze, she saw Zhao Qiping shaking hands with Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fell for him just by meeting? Today’s youth—impossible to understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy patted Guan Juer’s shoulder: “Xiao Guan, snap out of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Oh… uh…” Guan Juer blinked back to reality, blushing furiously: “Sorry, Sister Andy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy gave her a teasing glance, then turned and led the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Andy’s look, Guan Juer’s face burned even redder. She stomped her foot, cursed herself for being weak, and hurried after Andy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, Xiao Guan, let me introduce you.” Wang Yan called out, pointing to Zhao Qiping: “This is Zhao Qiping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Guan Juer: “This is Guan Juer. Get to know each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping extended his hand: “Hello. I’m a doctor—I’m probably older than you. Call me Brother Zhao or Dr. Zhao—they all do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello. Just call me Xiao Guan—they do too.” Blushing, she reached out and shook his hand briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping was refined—he let go the moment their hands touched, before she could pull away like a startled cat. This made Guan Juer both delighted and disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After releasing her hand, Zhao Qiping said: “Don’t stand—sit down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded: “Sit. Xiao Guan, sit with Dr. Zhao.” Then he pulled Andy to sit beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping gave Wang Yan a wry look, then moved aside: “Xiao Guan, sit inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer nodded dazedly: “Okay, thank you, Brother Zhao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Again, a colleague’s recommendation?” Wang Yan smiled, watching Guan Juer pretend to be an ostrich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wrong.” Zhao Qiping asked a server for two menus, handed one to Wang Yan: “This one was recommended by a patient. I’ve ordered a few—pick more you like.” Then he handed the other to Guan Juer: “Order freely—no need to be polite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer waved her hands: “No, no—I’m fine with anything. Let Brother Wang and Sister Andy choose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan handed the menu to Andy: “Don’t be shy, Xiao Guan. You’re still new—you don’t need to be formal. You and Andy pick. Today, Dr. Zhao’s treating us—grab the chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Wang Yan say “grab the chance,” Guan Juer immediately buried her head in the menu with Andy, ignoring Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping added: “Yes, today I’m treating you, Xiao Guan and Andy—don’t hold back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy nodded with a smile—she wouldn’t hold back. She’d known them long enough, eaten with them often—they were close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was her first time eating barbecue—everything seemed strange. She’d never eaten this before—just thought it was unclean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan always subtly influenced others—he was never influenced by them. Now that she followed him, she inevitably absorbed his habits. Even drinking only Evian—now she found it natural to drink that noble water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan, Andy, and Zhao Qiping chatted and laughed. Guan Juer sat quietly, glancing at Zhao Qiping constantly, eyes sparkling with delight. Her boss? Michelle? Sorry—she didn’t know them. She had no time to think of them—already forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was supposed to be a casual gathering, but since Guan Juer happened to be there, it changed. She wanted to get close but was afraid—this wouldn’t do. She needed a push.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the skewers arrived, Wang Yan opened beer and handed each person a bottle. Seeing Zhao Qiping pick up a glass like Andy and Guan Juer to pour his beer, he said: “Dr. Zhao, you’re a man—why are you pouring beer into a glass? Just drink it straight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping sighed and put the glass down: “Fine, no more teasing—I’ll drink it straight.” He understood Wang Yan’s intent—to set him up with Xiao Guan. He didn’t mind; Wang Yan knew what he was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s better.” Wang Yan nodded. When Andy and Guan Juer had filled their glasses, he raised his bottle: “To Dr. Zhao and Xiao Guan—first meeting!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Wang Yan downed his entire bottle, then held the inverted bottle—only foam left—toward Zhao Qiping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping wasn’t one to back down—he raised his bottle and drank it all in one go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy and Guan Juer finished their glasses too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After one round, the atmosphere warmed slightly. Wang Yan subtly guided the conversation, quietly drinking two more bottles with Zhao Qiping. Guan Juer had drunk less than one bottle—her face flushed red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, it was enough. Drinking beer straight from the bottle hit harder than from a glass. Three bottles down, and they’d talked a lot. Zhao Qiping, already slightly tipsy, became more talkative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer, who couldn’t usually drink, had also loosened up—she was now holding normal conversations with Zhao Qiping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardest part of human connection is bridging the gap from stranger to familiar—it requires mutual testing and judgment, whether for friendship or romance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were discussing classical music—Debussy. Zhao Qiping spoke eloquently; Guan Juer listened with admiration, occasionally sharing her own thoughts. The start was promising—but how it ended? No one could say. It depended on fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the two laughing and chatting, Andy and Wang Yan clinked glasses and leaned in to whisper: “I think they’re getting together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After taking a sip of wine, Wang Yan smiled: “See?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping, engrossed in conversation with Guan Juer, noticed their intimate gesture: “What are you two whispering about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan tapped glasses with Zhao Qiping and said: “We said you two are having such a great time—keep talking more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm, it really is fun,” Zhao Qiping said, taking another sip and glancing at Guan Juer beside him. “Little Guan has such broad interests—I never expected we’d click so well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer smiled shyly: “No, compared to Brother Zhao, I still have a long way to go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping shook his head, not dwelling on who was better, and looked at the two across from him: “There’s a question I’ve held back for a long time—I never asked.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Yan nod, Zhao Qiping continued: “You two have been together a long time, and you’re both past young. When are you planning to get married?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy immediately turned to Wang Yan. She had wanted to ask this herself but never dared—today, she was borrowing Zhao Qiping’s courage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing the tension in Andy’s eyes, Wang Yan smiled faintly and patted her leg under the table: “If nothing goes wrong, next spring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy’s lips curved upward but she said nothing, gripping Wang Yan’s hand tightly under the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping raised his wine with delight: “Alright, I’m calling it now—I’m the best man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. Come on, drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>",2724,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f2afaf80af5286eab9708b8c8a841145fd643366f842dad2fbd510fc6af0460e","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-87","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-85",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]