[{"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-947":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},2334873,4564,"Chapter 947: Daily Life","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-947",947,"\u003Cp>July in Lin’an was hot, but today a fine drizzle drifted down from the sky, so it wasn’t hot—but the dampness didn’t make anyone feel comfortable either; for some, it was even more unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin fog rose along both banks of the Qiantang River. A-Gou sprinted on all fours, tongue lolling out, his long golden fur rippling in waves, his ears flapping back and forth. Finally, he was freed—he plopped down on the ground, tongue hanging out, panting heavily, too lazy to move again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To have such a master was his misfortune. He glared resentfully at the man practicing fist forms nearby, snorted loudly, and thought: What a hard life for a dog, wang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan naturally ignored A-Gou’s thoughts. Every time the dog finished running, he’d stare at Wang Yan with those two big eyes, as if begging him to feel guilty, to stop torturing the dog and let it enjoy some canine bliss. Other dogs liked to tear up the house and run around; this one? He just wanted to lie down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring A-Gou’s resentment, Wang Yan—who was even more doglike than the dog—moved fluidly through two sets of fist forms, then ended his practice and strolled slowly home…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attributes: Strength 34\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agility 34\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constitution 34\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit 119\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unallocated points: 5\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his current attribute panel—he’d just gained five new free attribute points, and the previous five had again been added to Spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for skills, nothing much had changed—he’d simply learned to play many musical instruments. He’d kept his word, practicing freely in his spare time; he could now play all the common ones, mostly at Level 3, and his aesthetic sensibilities were thoroughly cultivated…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Wei Lan had moved to a new home. The new neighborhood was far superior to their previous one, with beautiful landscaping and even an owner’s clubhouse. But all the fancy trappings were useless—he never went there anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His real-world status and position were already very high. Moreover, with the massive development of Huludao’s central district—over a trillion yuan invested—his role was indispensable. Of course, he didn’t involve himself in any of that; he focused solely on selling Dali Pills and conducting research. He barely spent any money and had no other hobbies—his days were either at work or at home with his wife. He remained detached, as if truly uninvolved in worldly affairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The facial recognition system at the gate was extremely sensitive. As Wang Yan exited the elevator with A-Gou and saw no one following, the door slowly opened automatically. Once the man and dog entered, it closed slowly again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was also a theft-prevention mode. After all, if someone dangerous were tailing him and slipped in during this slow opening, that would be dangerous. So if a stranger was detected, the door would open only slightly, forcing a quick entry and immediate closure. This involved complex logical judgments and tested product quality, given the intricate mechanical systems involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He changed into slippers at the door, wiped A-Gou’s damp fur with a towel, cleaned his filthy paws with a wet wipe, and only then entered the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning past the entrance foyer, he saw A-Mao perched on the cat tree by the window, tail flicking lazily as he stared outside in a daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan changed clothes, then prepared breakfast. This was one advantage of the large house—he could clatter around downstairs while Wei Lan slept upstairs, undisturbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s breakfast consisted of Western fare: sandwiches, fruit salad, fried eggs, milk, steak, and a jumble of other things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing cooking, he didn’t wake Wei Lan. He carried the food to the dining table and ate alone. Wei Lan was seven months pregnant; due to various reasons, she was constantly sleepy, never getting enough rest, yet never sleeping well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Wang Yan eat, A-Mao and A-Gou trotted over, staring hopefully. A-Mao sat there, meowing softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled. He didn’t speak to empty air—just pointed at the wall where A-Mao and A-Gou’s automatic feeder stood. Instantly, the machine whirred to life, clattering as food tumbled down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was achieved using cameras placed in several corners of the house—capturing motion, analyzing intent, then executing the action. It was complex, but functional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house had many cameras, microphones, and sensors. This was a necessary compromise for intelligence: only by seeing and sensing could the system understand what a person wanted and respond appropriately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But privacy was well protected. External hacking was impossible; even internal staff lacked permission to view anything. Video and audio data were stored on Long Teng’s cloud or the customer’s own home cloud platform—unless the customer copied and exported them, leakage was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The video itself also had obfuscation layers. Standard methods couldn’t remove them, due to multiple encryption layers. Ordinary Photoshop could alter or blur the mosaic, but the system could still detect such tampering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Wang Yan himself had unrestricted access—and he clearly had no interest in using it. In short, it was the safest possible setup. He didn’t want to publish anything, and no one could break his defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the automatic pet feeder, of course it was developed by his company—nothing remarkable, identical to other brands. If anything set it apart, it was higher quality and seamless integration into their own smart home system. And of course, it was priced higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many of Long Teng’s projects aimed to enhance quality of life and convenience for customers, including pet-owning households. Especially now, pet owners spent lavishly—their purchasing power was truly high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A-Gou wasn’t in a hurry—he first drank two sips of water, then ate. A-Mao, however, was eager: hearing the noise, he sprang up instantly, leapt down from the tree, executed a sharp tail-swing drift to stop right before his bowl, and began crunching loudly. A-Mao was shy outside but lively at home, constantly chasing and pouncing on A-Gou, active enough indoors, and always the most enthusiastic eater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, Wang Yan cooked meals for A-Mao and A-Gou, mainly to vary their diet. But most of the time, they still ate commercial pet food. Wei Lan had bought a mountain of varieties—so many they filled an entire cabinet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the man, the dog, and the cat ate breakfast together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all ate quickly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan refilled their water bowls, then took a shower and changed into the uniform issued by Long Teng to employees. When he came out, Wei Lan was already seated at the table, eating with a tablet in hand, taking big bites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you sleep?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I guess. Carrying this big belly, nothing feels comfortable…” Wei Lan sighed, then swallowed the last bite of fried egg. “Your cooking’s gotten even better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as you like it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his previous life, he’d grown increasingly idle toward the end, with nothing to do—so he’d started cooking again, and his skill improved. Wei Lan ate his meals three times a day; any noticeable improvement would naturally catch her attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh come on, how could I not like it? Not only is your skill on par with master chefs, but you’re Wang Zong personally cooking for me—even if it tasted bad, I’d have to pretend it was delicious. How many bosses as big as you still cook for their wives every day? Sometimes I think it’s unreal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I could just go find two pretty girls?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You dare,” Wei Lan growled. “I’ll scratch your eyes out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan walked over and squeezed her shoulders and neck. “Just eat your food. Don’t start daydreaming first thing in the morning. Hold on a little longer—just over two months left. It’ll be over soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sometimes it feels like time drags on, but then I think again—it’s flying by. Only two years have passed, and look how much has changed. In two more months, I’ll be a mother—I never imagined this before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In another two years, the kid will be crawling everywhere. Nothing stays the same. You think too much—what good does thinking do? In the end, you just have to adapt and accept change. Eat your food.” Wang Yan tapped her head lightly with his knuckles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lan gave him a look, then went back to eating, scrolling through her tablet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to tell you—participate in setting up the bank. Pay attention to the payment system development. I don’t understand any of this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm, I’ve got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, our translation software is doing well—user growth is high. NetEase, Baidu, and other translation apps aren’t friendly toward us. Because of our AI language module advantages, and the performance of our Yi Yi and Zhi Xiang smart home products, we’ve affected companies like Keda Xunfei and others domestically and abroad—they’re not friendly either. And then there’s the smart home market…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cutting off someone’s livelihood is like killing their parents—why would they be friendly? I don’t even want to compete with them, and honestly, I haven’t really competed. We’re expensive—we only replace high-end products and crush counterfeits. But AI is our core. They’re all in related industries, so it’s normal they’re affected.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them be affected. We can’t stop developing our own tech just because it hurts them. Besides, what can they do to us? If their tech is inferior, no amount of complaining changes that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before finding alternatives, Wang Yan wouldn’t touch express delivery or logistics—those employed tens of millions, affecting tens of millions of families. But for a few companies or factories losing jobs, he felt no guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those unemployed would quickly find new work—no major impact. In fact, his company often absorbed many of those talents. Besides, he never affected the people behind the cheapest products—he only impacted mid-tier goods with poor tech, poor quality, and no value. That’s market economics: survival of the fittest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either be cheap and decent, or be excellent. The former is value-for-money; the latter is quality. Wang Yan pursued quality—he specialized in high-end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All they can do is smear our reputation. What else can they do? Have legal watch for malicious attacks and sue them. Coordinate with police—they might even shut down a few troll farms.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan spoke casually, then asked, “Can you still work? Don’t push yourself—I’ve told you many times…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Health is the foundation of revolution. No need to force yourself—if you can’t, don’t.” Wei Lan waved her hand. “I’m fine. No impact at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just be careful. You can work from home. Our company has plenty of pregnant women—once their bellies get big, they all work remotely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know. I’ve already dealt with a few who slacked off at home. We’re so lenient, work isn’t heavy, yet they still cut corners. Why? You won’t find this kind of treatment anywhere else in the country. It’s not just women—men too. We’ve fired many who tried to exploit the system. The more relaxed we are, the more they think they can do nothing and still get paid so much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you getting angry? What’s there to be mad about? Aside from bosses and executives, and those with real ambition, who actually wants to work? Wanting something for nothing is normal. They’ve left the team and paid the price—fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The price was serious: since it was involuntary resignation, and Long Teng was now a renowned company, their next job would be hard to find. Moreover, Long Teng had party structures with broad authority—party members could be warned, disciplined, or expelled, with records kept permanently; non-party members could also be recorded, haunting them for life—at least making it impossible to ever take civil service or public sector exams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan always believed in reason: if you made a mistake, you paid the price. He never punished without warning. The company’s rules clearly stated what violations carried what penalties. To ensure people read them, HR held mandatory training sessions during onboarding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d gone out of his way to make work easier and give people time for life. But if people wanted only comfort and still broke company rules knowing the consequences, what else could be said? He’d rather pay compensation than keep them—regardless of gender or pregnancy status. The company followed the law exactly. It was fair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t about spying on employees. Poor work attitude and lack of effort showed up in results. If you didn’t perform, you had a problem. But in truth, many were highly efficient—while others slacked off, they completed tasks easily, spending their days either at home or out playing, with no impact at all—and that was perfectly fine…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They even got paid extra.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If nothing unexpected happens, it’s the most money they’ll ever make in their lives. Why dwell on it? We must be reasonable and uphold the law. Is that clear? Eat your food. Drink your milk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t want to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drink half. Good for fetal development. Even though our nutrition’s fine, just drink a little—it counts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lan picked up the cup and drank half in one go. Wang Yan didn’t say more—he took the cup, drank the rest, and placed it on the small dishwasher beside the kitchen sink. It whirred quietly, cleaning it in seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house originally came with this setup—very high-end, packed with all sorts of gadgets. It had two floors and an internal elevator. In fact, the elevator was one reason they rented it—to make it easier for Wei Lan to move between floors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Lan went upstairs to wash up and change clothes. Wang Yan finished her leftovers downstairs, washed the dishes, sat with her for a while, played with the cat and dog, read the morning news, then drove to the company to begin another day of work and life…\u003C\u002Fp>",2265,"2026-06-20T21:08:55.377Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4ab3636d8bfe757fc02f5ed0556ba8cafc129ccd21b1090a5c7035156d6b331d","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-948","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-946",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]