[{"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-96":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},2334022,4564,"Chapter 96: Guan Juer Moves Out","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-96",96,"\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei saw everyone’s eyes fixed on her and Wang Baichuan, brushed her hair aside, and said with slight embarrassment: “Wang Baichuan and I aren’t there yet—you all are already thinking about settling down in Shanghai, which isn’t easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan gazed at her tenderly: “Don’t worry, Xiao Mei, we’ll make it for sure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meeting Wang Baichuan’s warm eyes, Fan Shengmei couldn’t help thinking of his mother’s sharp tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are rich people out there who’ll support your family…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just leave my son alone…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those cutting words had truly wounded her deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the waiter knocked and entered to begin serving the dishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei waved her hand: “Enough of that. It’s a new year—fill everyone’s glasses, let’s drink together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Wang Baichuan’s uneasy expression, Andi let out a barely perceptible sigh, then smiled and raised her glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cheers!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone clinked glasses and drained their drinks in one go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real stars of this meal were the women at the table; Wang Yan, Zhao Qiping, and Wang Baichuan were merely accessories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the chattering of the four women, the New Year gathering ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with Guan Juer’s next words, the meal felt more like a farewell dinner: “Sister Fan, let’s all go back to Happy Song tonight—I have something to tell you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei glanced at Guan Juer in confusion, then seemed to understand: “Alright, let’s all go back to Happy Song…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying’s eyes darted as she suddenly realized the possibility, and fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan said: “Guan, come with us. Dr. Zhao isn’t on our way, and he didn’t drive—he can take a taxi home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer nodded, helped the slightly drunk Zhao Qiping into a taxi, gave him a few instructions, then turned, waved to Fan Shengmei, and got into Wang Yan’s black A8.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chauffeur started the car and merged into traffic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying asked: “Guan Guan, are you moving in with Dr. Zhao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer nodded: “Yes, but Yingying, don’t worry—we can still keep in touch, we’ll just not live together anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying pouted dejectedly: “Forget it—you and Dr. Zhao are all cozy and sweet in your little life, I don’t expect you to remember me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yingying~~ Don’t worry, we’re best friends—how could I forget you? We still haven’t eaten every little cake in Shanghai, remember?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andi comforted: “Xiao Qiu, don’t be sad—we’re all in Shanghai, it’s easy to meet up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying giggled: “I’m just teasing Guan Guan—I’m a little sad too, but seeing her so happy with Dr. Zhao, I’m truly glad for her. Oh, just thinking that in two years Guan Juer will have a baby… tsk tsk…” She patted her chest and leaned against Guan Juer, acting spoiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh come on, Yingying… Andi-jie, look at her…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, I don’t care—I’m going to be the godmother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the laughter behind them, Wang Yan, sitting in the front passenger seat, smiled faintly—this was Happy Song…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, in the backseat of the same chauffeur-driven car, Wang Baichuan held the silent Fan Shengmei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He awkwardly tried to lighten the mood with casual topics, hoping to bring back the smile he loved most on her face. After speaking for a long time without response, he asked: “You were so cheerful earlier—why are you suddenly down? What are you thinking about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei whispered: “Nothing… it’s just that Guan Juer might be moving out… yeah… I’m a little reluctant to let her go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had always known: all feasts eventually end. And in this supercity of Shanghai, if Guan Juer moved away, things would be fine at first—but over time, who would even remember whom? After all, there’s a saying: walk together, and eventually you drift apart. No one stays by your side forever, but someone is always there. Only you can truly accompany yourself—that’s all there is to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was also calculating: now that three people’s rent would become two, her living expenses would rise sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the original plot, where Fan Shengying’s house was sold and the leftover money—after paying Wei Wei—was all in her hands, here she’d only received a small portion, just a few ten thousand yuan, as her mother had insisted, no matter what she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still had to pay monthly medical and living expenses for her parents—several thousand yuan. With rent increasing, her disposable income shrank drastically. And her new job wasn’t stable—it paid a lower base salary than her old one, relying mostly on commissions. How, then, could she afford beautiful clothes? How could she maintain her delicate skin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan offered a few words of comfort, then fell silent. The car was quiet as he pondered whether there was any way to say what he was thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, they arrived outside Happy Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan helped Fan Shengmei out of the car, then hesitated: “Xiao Mei, why don’t you move in with me? That way, every morning I wake up seeing you, it’ll be a beautiful day. And my place is close to…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Fan Shengmei’s expression, Wang Baichuan’s confidence faded, his voice grew quieter, until he stopped speaking entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei looked at him as if helpless, gently stroking his face: “Baichuan, I know—I know everything. Don’t rush. Give me some time, and give yourself some time. Let’s learn to adapt to each other, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could she possibly move in with Wang Baichuan? Even if she did have some thoughts of building a life with him, her long-held belief in the game theory of love had formed a mental habit that forbade it. The courtship must be prolonged—let the man invest time, energy, money—to prove his sincerity. That was what she wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Xiao Mei… I understand.” The words he’d held back all this time ended like this—Wang Baichuan sounded defeated, hesitant: “I know you’re worried about my mom’s prejudice, but believe me—I won’t let you down. It’s me who’ll live with you, not my mom. Don’t listen to what she says.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei smiled: “Alright, I get it. Go rest—you drank plenty today. I’m heading in. Bye.” She stepped forward, kissed him lightly, waved, and turned to walk into the compound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan licked his lips, savoring the lingering warmth, staring blankly as he waved at Fan Shengmei’s retreating back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One kiss… was enough to satisfy him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying and Guan Juer had already returned to the 22nd floor and were packing when Fan Shengmei came in, greeted warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei changed clothes, poured herself a glass of water, and sat on the sofa: “Guan, are you moving in with Dr. Zhao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer nodded: “I’m sorry, Sister Fan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei chuckled: “Why apologize? You haven’t done anything wrong. When are you leaving?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rent’s paid through the end of the month, so there’s not much time—I’ll pack up and move tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, I never expected you’d be getting married so soon. Feels like we just met yesterday…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remark carried a touch of sadness. Qiu Yingying pouted: “Sister Fan, now you’ve made me want to cry…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer nodded in agreement, smiling through tears: “Yingying, why are you crying? Didn’t you just say you were happy for me? Didn’t you say you’d be the godmother to my child?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying choked up: “I… I just can’t help it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She understood clearly, but she wasn’t heartless. These two girls had helped her so much—after living together so long, to say she felt nothing was nonsense. Her eyes welled up as she smiled: “It’s a good thing, a good thing—why cry? I remember when we first came…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three talked from their first meeting to now, crying, laughing…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, their emotions settled. Guan Juer, eyes red, said: “Sister Fan, I think home isn’t the most important thing—Wang Baichuan truly cares for you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Sister Fan,” Qiu Yingying nodded in agreement: “What matters most between two people is love…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei never expected the conversation to turn to her. She wiped her tears: “You two are still too young. Guan, you’re only saying this because Dr. Zhao comes from a good family—you don’t understand my thinking. And Yingying’s view is even more unrealistic. Love alone doesn’t fill your belly. Over time, the initial hormonal rush fades. Solid material conditions and a stable lifestyle are the true foundations of lasting relationships and marriage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unlike Dr. Zhao, who has a house, a car, a respectable, stable job—what does Wang Baichuan have? Broke, unstable, uncertain future. A house is certain—it’s the only guarantee he can offer me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, she smiled at the two girls, who sat there stunned: “Alright, I know what I’m doing—why are you worrying? Go pack and sleep. It’s late, and you have work tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer and Qiu Yingying exchanged glances, murmured “Oh,” and ended what might have been their last sisterly tea talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, even before Fan Shengmei returned, they’d been discussing her. They both felt Wang Baichuan looked pitiful—they’d seen his expression today…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Wang Yan and Andi resumed their usual morning exercise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andi especially loved the quiet serenity of the morning—it was her happiest time of day. Evenings were fun too, but she couldn’t bear them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So even when unwell, she’d still rise early to stroll slowly, breathing in the fresh morning air, watching Wang Yan sprint past in circles—deeply content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After breakfast and washing up, they headed to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, listening to Qiu Yingying’s sadness over Guan Juer’s move, it began another good day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday’s product launch went well—not a smash hit, but the “invite friends for red packets, answer questions to win a million” feature was brutally effective. WeChat, QQ—everyone was sharing links; registered users flooded in; the data looked fantastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, sharp-eyed institutions rushed to approach, phones nearly ringing off the hook. Wang Yan picked a few representatives, had his team make initial contact, and brought Qiu Yingying along—exposure to such scenes was beneficial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as they finished, his phone rang. Wang Yan glanced at the caller ID and answered: “Hello? Boss Tan, not busy eating meat yet—what’s the occasion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a teahouse, after the server poured the tea and withdrew, Tan Zongming said: “How’s the tea?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan picked up his cup and performed a series of highly professional motions, then nodded: “Hmm… good. Fresh and invigorating—if I’m not mistaken, it’s last year’s Mingqian Biluochun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Zongming clapped in admiration: “Wang Zong, you’ve clearly been steeped in this for years—you’re a true master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded faintly: “You’re not the type to flatter. Say what you want directly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Zong, straight to the point—I won’t beat around the bush. Your company’s product launch stirred up quite a storm—you’ve received many offers. Given your connection with Andi and your actions against Bao Group, I think we have a basis for cooperation…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan no longer cared about Bao Group—the outcome was sealed. They’d have a miserable New Year. Now they were just holding on—barely a few days left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan knew Tan Zongming’s past—he’d focused on real industry for years and truly wanted to break into the internet circle, but bad luck plagued him: every investment failed. He must have an obsession—he had to get in, no matter what.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan paused, then asked: “Are you investing personally, or tying in Shengxuan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Zongming thought, then replied: “Personally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded: “Then go ahead and invest. I’ll give you a seat in the angel round—after that, it’s on you.” Investment depended on strength. For a company to grow, resources mattered more than money—unless the sum was substantial, cash alone wasn’t decisive. Tan Zongming lacked those resources; inviting him along was already a major favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Zongming smiled in thanks—he was happy just to get a share. He didn’t expect more; he knew his limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Invite Andi—we’ll have dinner together? A small token of thanks for giving me this chance, Wang Zong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan waved off: “No need for dinner—you know how busy I am.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back, Wang Yan remembered the Qu family. Hadn’t been for the mention of Bao Group, he’d nearly forgotten—Qu Xiaoxiao hadn’t caused trouble in ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought for a moment, then called: “Hello? It’s me. How’s it going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After listening to the update, Wang Yan said: “Alright, proceed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qu family’s New Year was night and day compared to the Bao family’s. While the Baos were shrouded in gloom, the Qus were jubilant—Qu Lianjie had landed a major client, sealed a huge deal, and the family matriarch was delighted; Qu Yongquan was overjoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only unhappy ones were Qu Xiaoxiao and her mother—they were disfavored by the matriarch, and with the inheritance battle slipping away from them, how could they be happy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, Qu Lianjie called his client as usual—several days into the new year, they needed to stay in constant contact. For this project, the entire Qu family’s future was on the line—no room for error.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the result wasn’t good—the phone was switched off. Qu Lianjie didn’t mind, assuming the playboy was still asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, he called again—still off. His heart sank. He quickly found the contact info of others accompanying the client and called them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unsurprisingly, they were also unreachable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Lianjie’s face turned deathly pale, his breathing quickened, sweat poured down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trembled, frantically dialing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pick up…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please, don’t do this to me—answer the phone…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F*** you, answer already…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long time with no results, Qu Lianjie angrily smashed his phone on the ground, shattering it into pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up, opened a bottle of strong liquor from the bar, and drank straight from the bottle several times, gasping heavily to calm himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, Qu Lianjie crouched helplessly on the floor, rummaged through the phone’s wreckage, found the SIM card, and inserted it into a spare phone. He dialed Qu Yongquan’s number: “Dad… something’s happened…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Qu family villa, Qu Yongquan paced angrily; Qu Lianjie knelt on the floor; Qu Xiaoxiao sat on the sofa, lost in thought, while her mother sipped tea calmly beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Yongquan, growing more enraged with each step, kicked Qu Lianjie hard where he knelt: “Look at what you’ve done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Lianjie clenched his fists but said nothing—he had nothing to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Xiaoxiao’s mother urged: “Lao Qu, sit down and calm down. Even if you kill him, it won’t fix anything. Think of a solution.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Yongquan panted heavily, one hand on his waist, the other gripping the sofa back: “What solution? Besides selling off our assets, what else is there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still not satisfied, he stepped forward and kicked Qu Lianjie again: “You’ve squandered half my life’s work—you worthless piece of trash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Qu Yongquan left with Qu Lianjie, having watched in silence all along, Qu Xiaoxiao asked: “Mom, do you have some plan ready?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My daughter is clever,” her mother praised her, her voice trembling between tears and laughter: “I’ve already moved most of our assets. This mess won’t affect you or me. But my marriage to your father is over—he’ll surely discover what I’ve done. After half a lifetime…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Qu Xiaoxiao exclaimed happily: “Mom, what’s your plan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, let me call and check—if everything goes well, we leave today.” She pulled out her phone and dialed a contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, the number you’ve dialed is currently turned off…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Xiaoxiao’s heart sank. It was exactly what Qu Lianjie had said. Her voice trembled: “Mom… no… it can’t be… she’s been scammed too…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Xiaoxiao’s mother muttered “No, no” over and over, redialing the number…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long moments passed. She slumped helplessly onto the sofa, a single tear rolling down her cheek. “Xiaoxiao… our family… is finished.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Xiaoxiao sat frozen, deaf to her mother’s words. Her mind conjured the image of a future without support, without money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t help comparing herself to the three girls in 2202 whom she knew best…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following period, Wang Yan handled company affairs, negotiated and consulted with Qiu Yingying to finalize the financing plan. By March, he and An Di happily went on a trip together, taking wedding photos along the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying was heavily promoted by Wang Yan, rising directly from a general assistant to a mid-level manager with a team under her, and her salary and benefits naturally followed suit. Her abilities couldn’t match her new position, and she was exhausted every day, too drained to gossip with Fan Shengmei. She came home and collapsed into bed. Aside from occasional texts to Guan Juer complaining about Wang Yan, she hadn’t seen them in a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Qiu Yingying could now afford to live on her own—she had housing subsidies, and her salary wasn’t much higher than her current expenses. But she was used to her current living situation, and Fan Shengmei, though they barely spoke anymore, was still a familiar face. More importantly, to her, the apartment was just a place to sleep—nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei now lived closer to Wang Baichuan and closer to her workplace. Sometimes she stayed overnight at Wang Baichuan’s rented apartment, and “sometimes” was becoming more frequent. Her rent was high, her job was just beginning, and she was still accumulating resources—she was stretched thin. But she couldn’t tell Wang Baichuan outright…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After becoming a financial advisor, Fan Shengmei deeply realized how much of her youth she’d wasted in human resources—her major had nothing to do with this. Just look at the people she now dealt with…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan spent every day striving and saving for a house. Fan Shengmei wanted companionship, wanted money, compared herself to colleagues at work, and faced Wang Baichuan’s unyielding mother. Naturally, her thoughts had changed—but she hid them well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the Qu family, the massive funds were stolen, and their remaining assets couldn’t cover their debts—of course, they were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apartment in 2201 had long since changed hands—rumor had it someone bought it at a low price, quick hands got it. The new owners were a couple in their thirties, polite and always smiling. They’d drifted for years, and now, taking advantage of the low prices, they’d bought the apartment with loans from both families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d already obtained their marriage certificate, held no grand ceremony, just invited close relatives and a few friends for a meal to mark the wedding. Wang Yan, An Di, and Qiu Yingying all offered sincere blessings for their new neighbors, and relations remained cordial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Qu Xiaoxiao… Wang Yan received a drunken call from Yao Bin seeking comfort, saying Qu Xiaoxiao had changed completely—become a socialite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense. Qu Xiaoxiao couldn’t do this, couldn’t do that—but she knew the ins and outs of the second-generation circles perfectly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qu family’s money had been shuffled through several overseas accounts before being split and transferred to the public accounts of various welfare homes—perhaps a small act of virtue for the Qu family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On April 21st, the fifteenth day of the third lunar month, Wang Yan and An Di got married.\u003C\u002Fp>",3166,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ba6a0127073798ef4ec51553c6c2d82dad2f73c3b4e6bbbce58b7aacc7132913","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-97","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-95",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]