[{"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-97":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},2334023,4564,"Chapter 97: Return","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-97",97,"\u003Cp>That day, the sky was clear blue, dotted with white clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a villa on the outskirts of Shanghai, amidst green hills and clear waters, a grand and solemn wedding was held for Wang Yan and Andy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceremony was over; Wang Yan and Andy were going table by table, toasting each guest to thank them for taking time out of their busy schedules to attend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from a few from the 22nd floor and Yang’s brother-in-law, most were business partners. They treated the wedding as an opportunity to network, chatting in small groups—it was ingrained in their bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no choice; neither Wang Yan nor Andy had living parents, so this gathering helped draw more people and create a livelier atmosphere. Wang Yan didn’t care, but Andy needed this vibrancy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General Zhang, General Zhou, General Liu, thank you for coming to our wedding. Here’s to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After urging everyone to drink and saying “Excuse me,” Wang Yan turned and walked off with Andy, who smiled brightly beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked, Andy suddenly stopped, staring fixedly ahead—where a man stood smiling, raising his glass in salute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan glanced casually and understood; he patted Andy’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy turned back with a calm smile. “An old friend. Didn’t expect him to come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go have a drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two, accompanied by a server holding their glasses, walked toward Wei Wei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Wang Yan could speak, Andy stepped forward. “Hey~ Didn’t expect you’d show up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shanghai’s not that big, and I happened to be here. When Old Zhou told me you were getting married, I had to come.” He gestured toward a plump middle-aged man nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy nodded and smiled. “I’m glad you came. Let me introduce you—this is my husband, Wang Yan. This is Wei Wei—he’s in import-export.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shook hands. Wang Yan said, “I’ve heard of you, Mr. Wei. When Andy’s scandal broke, we were both involved. Let me toast you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Wei laughed heartily. “Likewise, likewise. Cheers!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy raised her glass too; all three drank deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got more people to greet—I won’t keep you two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded and smiled. “Excuse us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy gave Wei Wei a nod and a smile, then followed Wang Yan…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei, Wang Baichuan, Guan Juer, Zhao Qiping, and the lone Qiu Yingying gathered together, eating, drinking, and laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying gorged herself, Buwang  sharing the delicacies with her friends: “Guan Guan, try this—it’s amazing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer opened her mouth and took the bite Qiu Yingying offered, chewed thoughtfully, then nodded in approval: “Really good. Eat more, Yingying. Why work so hard? You’ve lost weight again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying chuckled. “Not bad, not bad. Wang Brother put me in this position—I can’t let him down. Besides, I’ve got to earn my salary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of salary, Guan Juer fell silent and ate quietly. She was a junior clerk at a Fortune 500 company; Qiu Yingying was now a mid-level manager at a rising internet firm—no comparison. During the angel round, her company had wanted to invest too. She’d helped with the behind-the-scenes analysis and knew well about Wang Yan’s company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei smiled. “Qiu, you’re earning more than me now. How long has it been? Any thoughts on finding a boyfriend? Planning to stay single forever?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No rush, no rush. Nothing suitable yet. Besides, I’m swamped every day—no time for romance. Being alone is fine. This is the time to work hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not right, Qiu. No matter how busy you are, you need to date. Remember, work isn’t everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying stayed silent—she feared saying anything might hurt Fan Shengmei’s pride. She now understood Fan’s mindset, which clashed completely with her own. She just grinned and kept eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Qiu Yingying’s silence, Fan Shengmei tapped her finger lightly. “You…” Then she turned to Guan Juer. “Little Guan, when’s your wedding with Dr. Zhao next month?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer was still eating. Hearing the question, she tried to swallow quickly—accidentally choked. Zhao Qiping rolled his eyes helplessly, immediately handed her a glass of wine and patted her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d been dating a long time. Guan Juer was a quiet, intelligent, delicate girl, occasionally showing the childish whimsy of a young woman. He adored that—though sometimes found it exasperating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be careful,” Zhao Qiping murmured. “Why the rush?” He turned to Fan Shengmei. “We’ve set the date for the 15th of next month, lunar calendar—chosen by our parents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technically, both sets of parents were staunch believers in science—but when it came to their own children, they abandoned logic. To secure good fortune, they’d consulted a master. Zhao Qiping and Guan Juer found it ridiculous, yet didn’t mind—so long as their parents were happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei nodded, silent, gazing at the elegantly dressed, witty, successful guests. Watching Andy, smiling as she moved through the crowd with Wang Yan, she drifted into her own sweet fantasy…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan watched Fan Shengmei lost in thought. He opened his mouth, then closed it. He wanted to say he could give her a wedding like this—but sadly, he couldn’t. Even buying a house was a problem—he didn’t know how long it would take.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A year passed in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Wang Yan and Andy’s wedding, Fan Shengmei moved out of Happy Song entirely and went to live with Wang Baichuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the many outsiders coming and going in Shanghai, Qiu Yingying naturally gained two new roommates: two recent college graduates who’d come to Shanghai for internships, just like her, hoping to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d planned to move out, but seeing the two young girls, she inexplicably stayed another half-year. Like Fan Shengmei once had, she offered advice and guidance to the two girls fresh out of the ivory tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying, promoted steadily by Wang Yan, grew rapidly in ability. Eventually, overwhelmed by work, she left Happy Song and moved into an apartment near the company, drowning in her job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer and Zhao Qiping got married; Wang Yan, Andy, Fan Shengmei, Wang Baichuan, and Qiu Yingying all attended. Wang Yan gave an extravagant gift, which the couple scolded him for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, Wang Yan settled down. The company ran smoothly, requiring little of him. Andy returned to her own company; she felt that if they spent every day together without work to break the routine, they’d grow bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t care. Whatever, whatever—he’d always been like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day, at Zhao Qiping and Guan Juer’s home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cheers!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone except Guan Juer drank alcohol—including Zhao Qiping’s mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Putting down her glass, Zhao Qiping enthusiastically urged: “Try it—how’s the flavor? This was cooked personally by Wang the billionaire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, Zhao’s mother bristled: “You child—when do guests come to your home and you cook for them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled. “No problem—we’re friends. No need for formalities. Try it, give your opinions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone tasted it and unanimously praised it. Wang Yan smiled and thanked them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying watched Guan Juer, who was eating heartily. “Guan Guan, your appetite’s great, hahaha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer immediately put down her chopsticks and playfully slapped Qiu Yingying. “Oh, Yingying, teasing me again? You’re annoying… Didn’t we agree not to mention it?” She’d gained weight during pregnancy and postpartum recovery due to her parents’ intense care—now she was noticeably fuller. That’s why two slender people like her and Zhao Qiping had given birth to a chubby baby boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao’s mother hurried to say: “Little Guan, it’s all my fault and your mother’s—we were just worried…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Qiu Yingying stuck out her tongue and quickly fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her mother overthink, Guan Juer quickly explained: “Mom, we’re just joking. Don’t take it seriously. We’re doing this for the baby—I understand completely.” She shot a glance at Zhao Qiping, who was clinking glasses with Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Qiping flinched at the glance. Since her pregnancy, Guan Juer had grown fiercer by the day—she was a living goddess he dared not provoke. “Mom, you know Guan Juer—she’s just joking with friends. Eat, eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao’s mother knew her daughter-in-law well. She smiled and lowered her head to eat. Today, her son’s friends were visiting, so Guan Juer couldn’t attend to the baby—she had to finish quickly and tend to her grandson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Andy watched the plump Guan Juer with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She too longed for a child—but she owed responsibility to the child, to herself, and to Wang Yan. This was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conversation turned to Fan Shengmei. Andy asked: “Do you know how Fan Xiao Mei is doing now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiu Yingying and Guan Juer both shook their heads. “I haven’t contacted Fan Jie in a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the mood dip slightly, Wang Yan raised his glass. “Enough talk. Let’s drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei vanished from the lives of these women, never to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Fan Shengmei moved out of Happy Song, things were fine at first—they occasionally chatted in the group, met for small meals. But as time passed and work grew busier, their messages dwindled, then vanished. The group chat, now silent, proved their once-shared friendship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Shengmei didn’t want to let go—but everyone else was thriving, while she was nothing. With her family no longer causing trouble, she’d regained her old sense of peace. But these women had seen her at her worst; being around them constantly stirred up painful memories. Besides, she’d long sensed Andy held some judgment toward her—though well hidden. She gave up on that connection; Andy had helped her enough, and she knew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Guan Juer and Qiu Yingying? They were doing well—but that was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the time that followed, Wang Yan’s life returned completely to peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He read, drank tea, wrote calligraphy, took walks, fished—calm and leisurely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes he took time to visit his brother-in-law on Daishan; sometimes he visited the company to guide its development.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the rules Wang Yan had established early on, he’d lost many users.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only two types left: those who couldn’t adapt and quit, then mocked the platform elsewhere; and those banned by moderation, unable to bear the humiliation, who went elsewhere to spread rumors and attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who stayed were rational, normal people—that’s who Wang Yan wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for other companies copying him, he didn’t care. Their users were the ones he’d purged—a bunch of trash, no real competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply put, those who remained were users with stronger spending power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With quality guaranteed, the rest was easy: just copy. Ads, product promotion, local services—all implemented. Since they couldn’t outspend him, they stuck to high-quality service and eventually carved out their own space. Overall, the company’s growth was thriving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Wang Yan’s strong support, Qiu Yingying had fully risen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most people fail because they can’t endure failure—psychologically or materially.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was different. As long as the direction was right, he wasn’t afraid of making mistakes or losing money. Qiu Yingying had been literally bought up with his money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this also depended on Qiu Yingying’s own relentless effort and sacrifice. Now she held the position of vice president, independently managing a major project. Her sharp, capable image made her a well-known “Iron Lady.” Even without Wang Yan, her credentials meant companies would fight to hire her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was generous—he gave her a car, a house, and shares, firmly establishing her in Shanghai. Andy said a senior executive from a partner company was aggressively pursuing Qiu Yingying—perhaps she was interested?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t care. Qiu Yingying had reached this position; she’d seen enough. She was no longer the naive girl she once was—she could handle it herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Juer and Zhao Qiping’s life was delightful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After their child’s hundred-day celebration, Guan Juer began exercising and slimming down—she’d returned to her former figure. She quit her job entirely, devoting herself fully to raising their child. Zhao Qiping’s salary was more than enough to support their family of three. Their child was now over two, chubby and adorable. When she got bored at home, she’d bring him to the company to play with his two godmothers—helping them unwind a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 2019, Wang Yan, out of boredom, had someone look up Fan Shengmei’s fate—after all, his presence had changed too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan still couldn’t escape—he was swindled into bankruptcy and debt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew what Fan Shengmei thought, but she didn’t break up. Just as in the original plot, she helped Wang Baichuan find business opportunities and rebuild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Baichuan himself was capable—he’d bought expensive bags and shoes worth thousands. With Fan Shengmei’s help and his own talent, he quickly rose again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t listen to his mother. He understood the current state of Fan’s family and was grateful for her help. He unhesitatingly added Fan Shengmei’s name to the property deed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 2018, they married after she became pregnant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the child was born, Wang Baichuan noticed the baby didn’t look like him—he secretly had a paternity test…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, he drank heavily. She’d never truly respected him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the system hadn’t triggered a return by 2019, Wang Yan wisely bought a factory to produce medical masks, protective suits, and similar supplies. This made it plausible for him to stockpile large quantities of raw materials and finished goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, late, Wang Yan watched Andy sleeping. He analyzed why the system message had taken so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, he’d stayed longer than in the original two dramas. After much thought, he could only think of two reasons: one, Qiu Yingying’s “strong woman” task couldn’t be clearly defined; two, it was now February 2020, close to the time of his original world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking a while, he stopped wasting brain cells on useless speculation. He bent down and gently kissed Andy’s forehead, then unhesitatingly pulled up the system panel and selected “Return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue light flashed—and Wang Yan vanished…\u003C\u002Fp>",2291,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","90080db3d87fb3a5d744ff8e2e110b69bc80fca9739379e22a35cb4ce86804ad","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-98","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-96",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]