[{"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-93":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},2334019,4564,"Chapter 93: Assistance","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-93",93,"\u003Cp>After installing the surveillance, Wang Yan quietly drank tea, read books, and practiced calligraphy at home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy found it strange that Wang Yan had been staying home so much lately, but Wang Yan brushed off all his questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Fan Shengmei’s chaotic personal life, it need not be detailed—on the third day Wang Yan was drinking tea, Fan’s father, as expected, collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing the scene on the screen, Wang Yan casually put on his coat, opened the door, and went downstairs. He walked over to the unconscious Fan’s father, checked his condition, shook his head, and picked him up on his back to leave. Meanwhile, Fan’s mother in 2202, just as in the drama, was still bathing and singing to her eldest grandson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that Wang Yan didn’t want to save Fan’s father—if it had been a minor issue, he would’ve fixed it easily. But Fan’s father wasn’t simply having a stroke; the real danger was the complications caused by the fall and head trauma from the sudden stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan handed the receipt to Fan Shengmei, who had rushed over in distress: “His life is saved, but his condition is poor. Andy paid for it on your behalf—here’s the receipt. Ask the doctor about the rest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you so much, Wang Yan. I… I’ll pay you back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan ignored her, waved his hand, and walked away. He had to deal with the car—Fan’s father had lost bladder control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Wang Yan left, Fan’s mother, dragging her child, looked at the receipt and widened her eyes: “Eight thousand? Xiao Mei, eight thousand yuan?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei sat silent, eyes red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family’s mess hadn’t even been resolved yet, and now it had gotten worse—her father was down too. She worried about his life, worried about the money, and for a moment, she was completely lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now only she could make decisions. She calmed herself: “Mom, let’s go see what condition Dad’s really in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right, right, let’s go quickly!” Fan’s mother grabbed the child and started walking. After two steps, she turned back to Fan Shengmei: “Come on, Xiao Mei—I can’t find it myself…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei wiped her tears and led her mother to the emergency room, finding the attending doctor: “Hello, Doctor, I’m Fan Jianguo’s family member. How is my father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor nodded: “Your father fell due to a stroke. The bleeding is in the brainstem—it’s damaging surrounding tissue… He’s in immediate danger. Surgery must be done immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan’s mother, of course, had no ideas of her own—she just hugged the child and cried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei forced herself to stay calm: “Doctor, will my father recover after surgery?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor spoke coolly: “I can’t guarantee anything. I’ve already explained the situation. Surgery can stop the bleeding, but there’s a high chance he’ll never walk again—he’ll be bedridden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand, Doctor. How much will the surgery cost?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least… around one hundred thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan’s mother gasped: “One hundred thousand? Where would we get that much? Xiao Mei, think of something! Don’t let your father die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor, experienced and observant, understood instantly: “Take your time to decide, but hurry. His condition is critical—delaying could change everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the doctor left, Fan’s mother grew even more frantic: “Xiao Mei, you must save your father—he can’t die like this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei’s head throbbed. She screamed through tears: “Mom, can’t you just let me be quiet? I can’t watch my father die! The surgery has to happen—just let me think, okay?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You need to borrow money—we don’t have that kind of cash…” Seeing Fan Shengmei’s expression, Fan’s mother added: “Fine, I won’t say more. But hurry—your father can’t wait.” Then she sat down with the oblivious child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei slumped to a chair, scrolled through her contacts, and started calling every “Director” and “Brother” she knew, begging for loans. Most ignored her. A few gave vague, low offers. She knew this would happen—but still, it hurt. They all acted so close, so sweet, yet not one lifted a finger when it mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, her expectation was unreasonable. They weren’t poor—they’d bought her gifts before. To call it love or emotional exchange was a bit… self-deceptive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps it was the last shred of superiority she felt over Wang Baichuan—or perhaps she knew he wasn’t much better—she chose not to ask him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman who relies on men in her bones can never be strong. Fan Shengmei was lost, forgetting she had two houses she could mortgage. She just sat there, numb, silently weeping in self-pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhao Qiping hurried over: “Xiao Guan sent word to check on you—she’s on her way. Tell me, how’s your father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without time to thank him, Fan Shengmei stood up, crying: “Doctor Zhao, it’s like this… Can you help me find another way?” She clung to the hope of some other, affordable miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping nodded: “Alright, wait a moment. Wang Yan and Andy are almost here—I’ll go check the situation first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei nodded silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Wang Yan, Andy, Qiu Yingying, and Guan Juer arrived together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aunt Fan, how’s your dad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing so many people come, whether out of performative despair or a sense of relief, Fan Shengmei’s already-dried tears flowed again: “Doctor Zhao just came—he’s inside talking to the attending.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Zhao Qiping opened the door and stepped out. Seeing everyone had arrived, he nodded to Guan Juer: “I just spoke with the attending. You have two choices.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the tense Fan Shengmei and trembling Fan’s mother, then continued: “If you don’t operate, your father won’t live three months. If you do, surgery must happen now. But afterward, there’s a high chance he’ll be paralyzed, requiring full-time care. A rehab center is expensive and offers little hope of recovery. If your mother cares for him at home, the post-op cost is low. That’s the situation. Decide: operate or not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan’s mother wailed: “Of course we must operate—I can’t watch your father die like this… Xiao Mei…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei burst into sobs, hugged her head, and sat curled in a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t say anything—just stood by and watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her like this, Fan’s mother couldn’t stay still. She shoved the child into Qiu Yingying’s arms and rushed to Fan Shengmei: “Xiao Mei, you can’t let your father die! He’s retired—he gets a pension! I don’t! If he lives, we still have that income—we won’t always depend on you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei choked: “Do you think I don’t want to save him? You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Fan Shengmei’s phone rang. She glanced at it, hesitated, then answered: “Hello, Baichuan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan, outside Happy Song, heard the sob in her voice: “Xiao Mei, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dad... Dad had an accident—he's in the hospital... sobbing...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Serious? Which hospital? I just got back to Shanghai—I’m coming right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The address is…” Fan Shengmei gave it, then choked: “Baichuan, can you lend me some money?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan, already getting into his car, stopped and frowned: “How much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was hope! Fan Shengmei sat up straight: “Ten… ten thousand. But don’t worry, Baichuan—I’ll pay you back. Can you just cover it for now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan knew Fan’s family well—but he still hoped for something more. He couldn’t refuse now. He thought a moment: “Xiao Mei, I need money for business too. I can only spare twenty thousand…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm… I understand, Baichuan. Thank you. I’ll find another way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei hung up, said nothing, just cried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had sat quietly since arriving, playing on his phone. Andy wanted to help but didn’t know how to speak up. Guan Juer and Zhao Qiping stood together, watching Fan Shengmei with concern. She wanted to help but was powerless—and rational enough to know borrowing money among neighbors was delicate. Qiu Yingying wanted to help too, but seeing even the richest among them, Andy, stay silent, she assumed there was some hidden reason and kept quiet, hugging Fan’s nephew without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After waiting a while, seeing Fan Shengmei only crying with no action, Fan’s mother grew anxious and whispered: “Xiao Mei, why not ask your neighbors? That guy who picked us up looked rich—he drove such a nice car, he must have money. Xiao Mei~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei wanted to die: “Mom~~ They’re just neighbors! Why should they lend us money? A friend’s coming soon—I’ll see what he says. Just let me be quiet, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her like this, Fan’s mother said no more. She didn’t care about propriety—she stood up and walked straight toward Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached him, dropped to her knees, and wailed: “Please! Please lend us money! You’re a good person—you’ll help us! I can’t watch my husband die~~~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan said nothing, just looked calmly at the kneeling woman. Fan’s mother grew uneasy. Before she could say more, Fan Shengmei and the others rushed over and pulled her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan glanced at Andy, saw him nod, cleared his throat, and drew attention: “I can lend the money. But I don’t know Fan Shengmei well—what if she runs off? And her salary won’t cover repayment anytime soon. So you need collateral. I’ll lend you the money now. Once you sell the collateral, I’ll take back my principal.” Then he ignored them, returning to his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei understood—no promises would do. She thought a moment: “We have two houses. I’ll mortgage my brother’s…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan’s mother, who had been wailing, stopped crying and rushed over: “No! Xiao Mei, you can’t give him the house! You can’t sell your brother’s house—he’ll divorce his wife! You said you could borrow money! Think of another way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Fan Shengmei silent, Fan’s mother hurried to Wang Yan: “Is there no other way? We’re neighbors—help us, please!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan shook his head, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re forcing us to sell the house? How can you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei exploded: “Mom~ Stop! Two choices. One: sell the house and save Dad. Two: don’t sell, and watch him die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan’s mother burst into loud sobs, saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei snapped: “Mom, make a decision now! Do you want to see Dad die right in front of you?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan’s mother whimpered: “I… I can’t make this decision. I’m just a woman—how can I decide? Your father will kill me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill you? Only if he wakes up.” Without another word, she cried: “Wang Yan, can I write you an IOU first? I’ll bring you the property deeds later. Time is critical—Dad can’t wait!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded silently, turned, and went downstairs to his car—he’d already prepared the cash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy pulled out paper and pen from her bag: “Fan Xiao, we’re not in a rush. Bring us the IOU tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei sobbed uncontrollably, only repeating thanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once everything was settled, Fan’s father was wheeled into surgery—time couldn’t wait. Just then, Wang Baichuan arrived in a rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Mei, how’s it going? Let me think of another way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei, tears streaming: “It’s already done. Andy and the others lent the money. Baichuan, thank you for everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem—it’s what I should do. Honestly, I couldn’t help much. I’m the one who should apologize.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei shook her head: “Don’t say that, Baichuan. You’ve done enough. Really.” She stepped forward and hugged him tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman he’d longed for was in his arms. Wang Baichuan felt joy inside, but kept a solemn face, patting her back to comfort her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, Fan Shengmei stopped crying, pulled away, and said: “Sorry—I… I lost control.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s truly fine, Xiao Mei. Your problems are mine. I’d do anything willingly.” Without waiting for her reply, he continued: “Xiao Mei, stay here alone for a bit—I’ll go thank Andy and Wang Yan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her nod, Wang Baichuan patted her arm and walked over to Wang Yan and Andy: “Andy, Wang Yan, I’d like to speak with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy nodded. Wang Baichuan glanced at Guan Juer, Zhao Qiping, Qiu Yingying, and Fan’s nephew, then whispered: “Let’s find somewhere quiet—this isn’t appropriate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy, puzzled, nodded and pulled Wang Yan downstairs with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan immediately asked: “How did you lend the money? Was there collateral?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy frowned: “Fan Xiao mortgaged her brother’s house. She’ll sell it later to repay you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan exhaled deeply. Seeing Andy’s confusion, he explained: “You don’t know—her family….” Then he laid out the full story: “You did the right thing. Otherwise, she’d bear everything alone—it’s too much for her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy nodded: “I understand. Let’s go. Everything’s settled. Let’s go upstairs and take them home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They went upstairs to collect Qiu Yingying, left Wang Baichuan lingering with her, exchanged farewells with Guan Juer and Zhao Qiping, and walked out with Qiu Yingying chattering about her feelings. They ate dinner at the gate of the compound, then returned to Happy Song. As for Fan’s nephew, they’d planned to take him along—but he refused to leave, so they left him there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the 23rd floor, Andy held back for half the ride: “Wang Yan, help Fan Xiao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Yan look at her silently, Andy continued: “I know it’s hard—there are many people who need help. But Fan Xiao’s situation is right here, and she helped me before. Even if she’s… flawed in some ways, I just can’t bear to see her suffer like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lately, she’d paused her acquisition of Hongxing and was studying Bao’s company with Tan Zongming, which made her curious. Tan Zongming didn’t hide it—he told her plainly that Wang Yan was leading the charge because Bao Yifan had ill intentions toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy felt sweet inside, and gained new respect for Wang Yan’s strength. But she never voiced it—there was no need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Wang Yan helped Fan Shengmei didn’t matter to him—but since Andy asked, he couldn’t refuse. Harmony in life mattered more than anything. He nodded: “You really helped her—so she can chase men without debt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan spoke so bluntly, Andy smiled without answering. She simply wanted to lend a hand—for peace of mind. The rest? That was Fan Shengmei’s choice—none of her concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If so, does Miss Andy have any gratitude to offer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy gave a sultry smile, turned, and walked away. Wang Yan chuckled and followed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei’s surgery ended in the late night. Only when she learned it succeeded did she finally breathe out. She ate the cold meal Wang Baichuan had packed, then left Fan’s mother to care for her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the car, silence reigned. Wang Baichuan drove quietly. Fan Shengmei lay back in the passenger seat, staring blankly at the neon lights outside. Her nephew, long asleep, snored peacefully in the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long silence, Fan Shengmei said hoarsely, “Baichuan, when you go back to Tongzhou, could you help me handle the sale of the house?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What trouble? I’m glad to help you. By the way, Xiaomei, do you have any requirements for buying a house?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No requirements—just as fast as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another long silence followed, then Fan Shengmei hesitated and said, “Baichuan, I’m sorry…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan paused, knowing exactly what she meant. He smiled lightly. “Why are you apologizing to me? Actually, I should be the one saying sorry. The house, the car—they’re not the most important things. I shouldn’t have hidden it from you in the first place.” Having learned his lesson, Wang Baichuan no longer explained. If she believed he had deliberately rented it to deceive her, then let her believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei glanced at Wang Baichuan but said nothing, lost in her own thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car fell silent again…………\u003C\u002Fp>",2590,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","51ed9ee0a2a16e3714ad68df3c9b90b098a583924a14e6cfdbdd513bda82693c","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-94","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-92",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]