[{"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-95":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},2334021,4564,"Chapter 95: Gathering","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-95",95,"\u003Cp>The next day, after eating several lavish meals in Tongzhou and taking a brief stroll, the group, worn out from travel, returned together to Shanghai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside Huanyue Song, Fan Shengmei said: “I’m planning to change jobs…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan, standing across from her, looked puzzled: “Change jobs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, a headhunter approached me about Yixin Wealth. I want to challenge myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard of that company. With your skills, you’d be fine anywhere,” Wang Baichuan nodded. “But since you’re not in HR, what kind of position are you looking for?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I haven’t decided yet, but I see Andy, Xiao Qiu, and Xiao Guan all striving for themselves, while I’ve stood still,” Fan Shengmei paused, then continued: “I want to properly manage my own life and take responsibility for myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan smiled: “Xiao Mei, you’re still the same person—whether studying or working, you’ve always been the best. I believe in you. And now Wang Yan has resolved your family issues, so you have no worries left. Keep going, Xiao Mei.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei smiled faintly—she truly had no worries left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her brother and sister-in-law were genuinely terrified; that morning, they left the child at home and went out to look for jobs. They didn’t dare mention selling the house and kept urging her to repay the money quickly. They’d stay at home for now, caring for Fan Fu for a while, then move out to rent once the house sold and take the remaining money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made her life much easier—without Fan Shengying constantly squeezing their parents, all her brother needed to do was send monthly money, which, combined with Fan Fu’s pension, was enough for their medicine and daily needs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, it’s much lighter now,” Fan Shengmei said, brushing her hair aside with a coy expression. “Baichuan, if I join Dexian Investment, my workplace will be close to yours. That way, seeing each other will be easier. If you need anything, I can help. What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan caught the obvious signal, eyes wide, pointing at his chest in disbelief: “Xiao… Xiao Mei, are you… are you asking for my opinion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei looked embarrassed: “You know my family situation—you’ve met my parents and brother. I have nothing to hide. Andy was right: let’s work together to build a nest for love. There’s nothing to fear in the future. If… if your feelings haven’t changed, I… I want to work toward it with you. Is that okay…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, Fan Shengmei wasn’t even sure how she felt about Wang Baichuan. But during this time, he’d run errands for her, found solutions, and never once complained about cleaning up after Fan Fu. He’d spent nearly all his free time at her home, helping care for Fan Fu, buying groceries, cooking, and carrying him downstairs to bask in the sun—more like a devoted son than her own brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d seen all this. To say it hadn’t moved her was impossible. It gave her a sense of reliance, an unaccustomed stability. And she was already thirty—her true love remained out of reach. So finding someone who loved her wasn’t such a bad choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Fan Shengmei’s simple confession, Wang Baichuan stared in disbelief: “You… you mean that’s… real?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei nodded modestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan burst into laughter, excitedly lifting Fan Shengmei off her feet: “Xiao Mei, you’re in my heart, and I never forget you. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day? I’m so happy…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Wang Baichuan laugh up at her, Fan Shengmei’s emotions were swept up too—in this moment of happiness, she wouldn’t let him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei gazed into Wang Baichuan’s eyes, slowly, slowly lowering her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two kissed passionately on the street, tongues entwining, saliva exchanging…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 2301, Wang Yan was patiently brewing tea. Andy stretched lazily: “Now that Fan Xiao’s matter is settled and she’s reconciled with Wang Baichuan, her mind must be at peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan placed a freshly poured cup of tea before Andy and gave no clear reply: “I hope so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy sipped the tea, frowning: “You don’t think they’ll make it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s there to think about?” Seeing Andy still frowning, Wang Yan said: “People change, but not easily. Fan Shengmei has chased wealth for years without success—how she truly feels about you, I don’t know, not even she knows. Wang Baichuan’s career has just begun, with no connections or resources—he’s in a Pinming  phase. They might be fine at first, but once the novelty fades, Wang Baichuan will pour more energy into work. If Fan Shengmei is left alone for long periods, won’t she grow resentful?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sipped his tea and smiled: “And this is just one conflict. There are many other issues. What do you think…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing Wang Yan, Andy sipped her tea silently, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough thinking,” Wang Yan waved his hand in front of her. “You’ve helped her enough. Think about what to eat tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy smiled in relief: “You’re right. After driving so long, let’s not cook. Let’s take Xiao Guan and Xiao Qiu out to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. If Dr. Zhao is free, have Xiao Guan invite him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy nodded, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Guan Juer…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That evening, at a restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying took a large gulp of wine and gazed wistfully at the two couples paired together: “Andy has Brother Wang, Guan Guan has Dr. Zhao, and now Sister Fan is with Wang Xuesheng—only I’m alone… ah, I’m so pitiful…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer smiled: “Yingying, you’ll find your own happiness. Keep going.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy added: “Yes, Xiao Qiu, don’t rush—you’re still young.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan waved his hand: “Don’t bother with her. You don’t know how many guys at the company are chasing her—she’s just picky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wang Yan said, programmers dominated the company, with a few unmarried men in admin. Though Qiu Yingying wasn’t the prettiest or most flirtatious, she was genuinely popular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, people speculated she was Wang Yan’s kept woman. But as they got to know her better, they realized it wasn’t like that—Wang Yan simply cared for her genuinely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So some attentive men began making moves, and several were quite impressive. But Qiu Yingying, for some reason, rejected them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan thought she really was just picky. After all, this Qiu Yingying wasn’t the naive girl from the original story—she’d learned more, experienced more, and her standards had naturally risen. She thought dating might hinder her progress?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Guan Juer stared at Qiu Yingying in surprise. Before, if a handsome man spoke to her twice, she’d rush home to brag. What had changed? Pretending to be upset, she said: “Fine, Yingying, are we still best friends? You never told me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh come on, it’s not a big deal—why mention it?” Qiu Yingying chuckled awkwardly, then swiftly changed the subject: “By the way, Guan Guan, Sister Fan said she won’t be coming home tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer thought of something and glanced at Zhao Qiping, who was drinking with Wang Yan: “Oh, I see. I… I won’t be going home tonight either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying glanced at Guan Juer and, pretending to whisper but speaking loudly: “Andy, Guan Guan’s blushing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing everyone staring at her, Guan Juer slapped Qiu Yingying: “What? I’m just flushed from drinking—you know that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, enough of that. My year-end review is coming up, and I can’t even write my summary report—what should I do?” She leaned against Zhao Qiping for comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping wrapped his arm around Guan Juer: “Don’t worry—look at who’s across from us. One’s the company boss, the other’s a CFO of a big firm. What’s there to fear, right?” He nodded toward Wang Yan and Andy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled: “It’s nothing. No need for me to step in—just have Andy guide you later. Come on, drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A month passed quickly—it was now the seventh day of the New Year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone else was happily settled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer passed her company evaluation and kept her job at the Fortune 500 firm. Yesterday, she heard Zhao Qiping had visited her parents—he impressed them greatly. Guan Juer had already met Zhao Qiping’s parents, and everything was fine. Everything was nearly settled; their wedding was likely on the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei passed the interview at Yixin Wealth and would start after the holiday. She and Wang Baichuan were inseparable. Her brother and sister-in-law had stopped causing trouble—they’d found hard labor jobs. Since they lived in a county town with low housing prices, they could buy another house in two years. With her brother behaving, her mother stopped nagging—this New Year was actually quite good. If not for her father’s paralysis, it might have been the best year of her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But on the third day of the New Year, when she and Wang Baichuan met his parents, things didn’t go well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Women understand women—without even speaking, Wang Baichuan’s mother immediately judged Fan Shengmei unfavorably. Especially with that infamous family, the subject of gossip. Even though Wang Baichuan insisted Fan Shengmei’s family issues were resolved and her brother had reformed, his mother, having never met her, refused to believe it—she thought her son was just infatuated and wouldn’t listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei was crushed by Wang Baichuan’s mother’s rejection. Finding an honest man wasn’t so simple after all. She cried and spiraled into pointless thoughts again…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying had made astonishing progress this period. Her talent might be lacking, but her attitude was impeccable—she worked and studied relentlessly. Her parents barely recognized her; if not for her father having met Wang Yan and knowing his intentions, he’d have thought his daughter was brainwashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After adjusting to Qiu Yingying’s change, her parents bombarded her with questions and concern. They knew her situation well—they talked on the phone often—but they didn’t know how else to communicate with their daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After discussing work, they naturally turned to love. Knowing their daughter could support herself in Shanghai, they immediately asked about dating. Qiu Yingying was twenty-five after the New Year—it was time. When they learned she had no boyfriend, her mother immediately pulled out her phone to contact relatives, friends, and sisters for matchmaking—perfect timing, since everyone was home for the holiday and meetings were convenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overwhelmed by her parents’ heavy love, Qiu Yingying bought a ticket and fled back to Shanghai… to work overtime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan and Andy had no family nearby—they spent the New Year at the welfare home with Andy’s younger brother, buying a full truckload of New Year goods to gift the home. Together, they welcomed the Spring Festival joyfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They returned today because the scheduled app launch began today. Andy had spent enough time with her brother and came along with Wang Yan—it was her first visit. She was now watching backend data on the screen with Wang Yan and others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had spent heavily on advertising—online everywhere, offline only in Shanghai. The slogan was blunt: “Record a Beautiful Life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The company’s professional team had prepared short films shot based on Wang Yan’s “creative” ideas—festive family reunions, harmonious neighborhood scenes, and tributes to frontline workers who stayed on duty during the New Year, honoring public servants who worked day and night to ensure everything ran smoothly—all ordinary yet great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Stable, long-running novel app, rivaling the old version—used by readers who switch sources: huanyuanapp.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything else—red packet referrals, quiz contests for a million yuan—was all arranged. The results were quite good; every refresh brought a surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan hadn’t thought much about Douyin, and he didn’t care about the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In real life, he never watched it—he’d been fine at first, but later it became too much. So Wang Yan established a strict review system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first review of user-uploaded short videos screened for sensitive keywords—any violations were immediately blocked. Those without violations entered the second round: manual review, an extremely complex process. Wang Yan spent heavily hiring large numbers of ordinary men and women, with a cross-review system. Content involving specialized topics was assigned to professionals. Only normal content was allowed; anything abnormal was rejected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also built a user reputation system. If a user posted too many abnormal videos within a set time, they were banned from posting—just watch the highlights. Comments were a key monitoring zone, not overlooked. Even those strange people who said bizarre things and took pride in them were simply ignored—saving everyone’s energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drawbacks were obvious: users waited a long time to post, and many would leave. But the advantages were clear: the platform environment was optimized—not a filthy mess. Fewer ignorant pretenders posing as experts, fewer baseless rants, fewer manipulative figures stirring public opinion with ulterior motives, and fewer people fabricating trends by cutting out context.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Society today is too restless, people too complex. Wang Yan didn’t care about other things—he cared deeply about keeping it clean. Rules are harder to establish later; establishing them early filtered users directly. This was it—take it or leave it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On launch day, the rules were still unfamiliar. The data looked good, but it was all superficial—it needed time to settle. Wang Yan had his staff take turns dining out, then drove with Andy and Qiu Yingying to a bar, bought several bottles of alcohol, and headed to a restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, everyone on the 22nd floor returned, planning a New Year gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they arrived, everyone was already there, warmly greeting Wang Yan and the others. It was clear Qiu Yingying felt out of place—Guan Juer and Zhao Qiping, Fan Shengmei and Wang Baichuan, and Wang Yan and Andy… Wang Yan wondered if he’d overdone the matchmaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Qiu Yingying didn’t care. She sat naturally between Andy and Guan Juer. If no one pursued her, she might feel lonely—but since she was actually popular, her mindset was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone sat down. Wang Baichuan said: “We’ve already ordered. Check if you want anything else.” He placed the menu on the table and spun it around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan thanked him—he never picked favorites—and asked Andy and Qiu Yingying: “You two, anything you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they added a few more dishes, everyone chatted about New Year changes—gained three pounds, drank until vomiting, etc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sipped tea and looked at Zhao Qiping: “I heard you visited Guan Guan’s parents? How did it go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping glanced at the blissful Guan Juer and smiled: “Of course. I’m this handsome, charming guy, right, Guan Guan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer’s face instantly flushed, slapping Zhao Qiping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping laughed heartily—everyone here was friends, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying asked: “Dr. Zhao, Guan Guan, when are you two getting married?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned to them. Fan Shengmei’s smile held envy; Wang Baichuan glanced at her, slightly helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping said: “Guan Guan and I agreed—we’ll marry one month after Wang Yan and Andy. By the way, last time you said spring—did you pick a date?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled: “April. We’ve already picked the date. My company’s product launch has been busy, but next month we’ll take wedding photos. Would you two like to join us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping was tempted, then said: “Let’s see. My job is so hectic—finding that much free time won’t be easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer nodded: “Yes, Brother Wang, I’ve just been confirmed. Taking a long leave isn’t appropriate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan and Andy nodded understandingly and said no more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After they finished speaking, Qiu Yingying turned to Fan Shengmei: “Sister Fan, what about you and Handsome Wang? You’ve known each other so long—you should think about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d learned to read between the lines? Wang Yan sipped his tea, pleased, considering how to elevate her further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though asking Fan Shengmei this way was odd, Qiu Yingying was so focused on work she paid little attention—she thought the question was harmless. Even though Fan Shengmei had lectured her plenty, Qiu Yingying hadn’t absorbed much—she had no time for such things amid daily work. In her view, love wasn’t about material wealth—she still clung to the fantasy of “love is enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy had understood Fan Shengmei’s nature before. But after hearing Wang Yan’s words, she was uncertain—curious, she looked at Fan Shengmei and Wang Baichuan.\u003C\u002Fp>",2679,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","072e7b7fbf0a31a6e0759a00114effbfdfca0be7d94c12c2eef124123146cda4","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-96","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-94",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]