[{"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-986":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},2334912,4564,"Chapter 986","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-986",986,"\u003Cp>Night Tokyo buzzed with its long-missed bustle again; Bao had returned after years of traveling abroad, still trading state bonds, and had arranged for Wang Yan to cook at Night Tokyo so everyone could gather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This gathering was livelier than ever before, with even more people showing up. Bao Zong was in high spirits, and with him came many diners and friends, including some new faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Wang, this is Commander Cai, from Dahu Room—very powerful. And this is Fagen, also with our fleet. They’ve heard of you for ages and have been eager to meet you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled warmly and shook their hands, formally acknowledging them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commander Cai said, “Bao Zong is exaggerating. Before Boss Wang, I’m just a dwarf beside a giant. Boss Wang used to grill lamb skewers on Huanghe Road—people still talk about it fondly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fagen chimed in: “Exactly! Countless people admire how Boss Wang has swept through the scene, building such a massive empire in less than three years. When I came today, I even saw the news in the paper—Boss Wang’s wealth is overwhelming, truly everywhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re all friends—no need for flattery. Bao Zong knows my situation well. What looks like grandeur and glitter is actually a fire fueled by oil—we’re barely holding on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan waved his hand. “I’m the chef today. You all chat first—I’ll join you when we eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After nodding politely to everyone, Wang Yan returned to the kitchen, washed his hands, and got to work with the young monk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone enjoyed fruits and tea, chatting freely. They mostly split into three groups: one from Night Tokyo, one following Bao Zong’s fortune, and one consisting of Ye Shu himself, sitting quietly sipping tea with a smile, listening to the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingzi, as the boss’s wife, had to attend to everyone, constantly refilling tea, serving fruit, and bringing small pastries. Tao Tao was restless, flitting from table to table, laughing and joking with Commander Cai and others, clearly enjoying himself. Ge Laoshi and Linghong were quiet; whenever outsiders came, the Night Tokyo squad never quarreled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, everyone who showed up had some clout. They were all Bao Zong’s friends. If we had no money, fine—but we couldn’t afford to look bad. So they just sat quietly, smiling when something amused them, sipping tea when it didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the invisible young monk, Xiao Wen, and Xiao Qin, plus the elderly Ge Laoshi with weak presence and even weaker Ye Shu, everyone here had loud voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the poorest among them, Linghong, thanks to Lingzi’s business support and some clever manipulation, had tens of thousands in assets. Just like in the original story, the earrings that got Miss Wang disciplined—worth over two hundred yuan—were resold to Lingzi at ten times the price. This wasn’t an isolated case; she made good money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest needed no explanation—each richer than the last, each with a stiffer backbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you wanted someone loud and stubborn, it was still Miss Wang. She wasn’t wealthy, but she had status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bao Zong, how’s business lately?” Miss Wang asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So-so. Running around, earning hard-earned cash.” Bao Zong smiled, then asked, “I heard you went to Huanghe Road to eat with Boss Wang a few times?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, don’t even mention it—it’s annoying!” Miss Wang said. “I only went twice with Boss Wang, and now the whole Huanghe Road is gossiping that Miss Wang and Bao Zong are done, and I’ve switched to Boss Wang. Like I’m some socialite—it’s so embarrassing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huanghe Road? That’s normal. Any rumor gets exaggerated like it’s gospel. People even say the boss of Jin Fenghuang has ties with me—I’m so unfairly accused.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commander Cai added: “Miss Wang, don’t mind it. People on Huanghe Road say anything—hardly a word is true. But speaking of Boss Wang going to Huanghe Road, there’s actually something interesting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s interesting?” asked Postage Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When Boss Wang used to grill lamb skewers on Huanghe Road, the boss of Jin Meilin tried to seize his stall. Later… Now Boss Wang’s back on Huanghe Road, and that old story’s been dug up again—Lu Meilin is utterly infamous now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tao Tao, sitting there chuckling, seemed to recall something. He quietly stood up, walked to the kitchen, and grinned over to Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’ve got something to say, say it. If not, get lost. Can’t you see I’m busy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tao Tao leaned in, whispering: “There’s something I forgot to tell you, Boss Wang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just get to the point.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lu Meilin asked me to pass along a message: she wants you to come eat at Jin Meilin again. I forgot! That day the staff were swamped, I drove my van to deliver seafood to Jin Meilin, then went to play mahjong—oh, I won thirty yuan that day, got so happy I forgot. Just now, hearing Bao and the others say Lu Meilin’s infamous, I remembered. I delivered seafood to Jin Meilin for two years—I can’t just ignore this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pathetic. Did you beg them to have you deliver? Or did they beg you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know, but don’t burn bridges. You, Boss Wang, fear nothing—but I, Tao Tao, am terrified. Every time I deliver seafood to Jin Meilin, I’m under so much pressure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan shook his head, amused: “You’ve got to eat, right? If someone invites you for a free meal, eat it. Bring Lingzi and the others—tomorrow night, let’s go and eat them out of house and home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Wang, that’s not very wise. Maybe they want to talk to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What could they possibly want? Which side are you on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I’m on your side, Boss Wang—but back then, things were really special. Oh, I still have nightmares sometimes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan grew impatient with his whining: “Anything else? Go, go. Everyone’s waiting to eat—don’t stand here blocking the way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So it’s settled, Boss Wang? Tomorrow we go? I’ll call right away?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tao Tao grinned, turned, and hurried outside to use his brick phone to contact Lu Meilin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned, Bao Zong asked: “Just now I saw you whispering with Boss Wang for ages, then going outside bowing and scraping to make a call—what’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did I bow and scrape? That’s just politeness! Didn’t you just hear about Lu Meilin being infamous? Yesterday I delivered seafood to her, and she asked me to pass a message: she wants Boss Wang to come eat at Jin Meilin. Boss Wang said tomorrow we all go—eat her out of house and home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not going, Boss Wang,” Lingzi called from the kitchen. “I’ve got to manage the shop. Bao Zong’s back—things will be busy these days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan appeared at the kitchen door, smiling: “I’ll bring you some to go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No thanks. I don’t lack for food.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about Miss Wang? Are you going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. Just now I said it—there’s gossip all over Huanghe Road. I need to protect my reputation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The more you avoid it, the more attention you draw. If you don’t go, they’ll say you’re afraid of gossip. If you’ve got nothing to hide, why fear it? Whether you go or not, people will talk anyway. You’re off work anyway—might as well join us for a lively meal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t bother. I’m not going. Nothing beats my spare-rib rice cakes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t press. He turned to Ye Shu: “Ye Shu, you going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m old. Can’t eat much. Let’s skip it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Zong said: “I’m not going either. Just now we were talking—everyone on Huanghe Road says I’m connected to Jin Fenghuang. I bet it’s Lu Meilin and her crowd spreading rumors, jealous of Jin Fenghuang’s success.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Bao Zong wasn’t going, Commander Cai and others unfamiliar with Wang Yan naturally didn’t go either. Even Postage Li stayed away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining Ge Laoshi and Linghong wouldn’t refuse. If Wang Yan said eat, they ate. If he said eat heartily, Ge Laoshi couldn’t, but Linghong could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t push further—he’d asked, that was enough. Whether they came or not didn’t matter much…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a flurry of frying, stir-frying, and wielding the big spatula, the small Night Tokyo restaurant had a long table crammed with familiar and unfamiliar faces, all chatting, laughing, and talking loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a grand era of wealth—most at this table had benefited. Just like their loud voices, their topics were dazzling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conversation drifted to stock subscription certificates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stock subscription certificates are crazy right now—hundreds of thousands are rushing to buy them from all over,” Bao Zong remarked. “Boss Wang, this is a goldmine—didn’t you get in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Buy it, you profit. Of course I did. You know I lost everything on my apparel brand—so when an opportunity like this comes, I couldn’t miss it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fagen ventured: “How much did you invest, Boss Wang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just under ten million.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was like picking up money—guaranteed profit. Wang Yan had many uses for cash; there was no reason not to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commander Cai raised his thumb: “Boss Wang’s got real power—ten million just like that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More investment, more return—roughly fivefold. Even with my power, I don’t treat money like paper. These funds are almost life-saving for me. Bao Zong knows—I’ve got a semiconductor factory, spent big hiring experts and college grads.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s been over a year since we started, and still not a cent in profit. A few days ago they called again—wanting to buy some Korean equipment, costing even more. Just thinking about it gives me a headache. You see me relaxed now, but I’m actually the worst off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Shu chuckled: “Boss Wang’s being modest. You just said yourself—more investment, more return. You’re in real industry—you need investment. When you finally hit success, you’ll be swimming in gold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ye Shu’s right. I’ll keep pushing, hoping to reach that day of overflowing wealth.” Wang Yan raised his cup. “Come on, Ye Shu, have a sip.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The merriment continued. Wang Yan turned to Miss Wang beside him: “Remember now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Delicious. Even if I go bankrupt, I can reopen a restaurant and bounce back—then I won’t eat spare-rib rice cakes anymore, I’ll come here every day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, you get the spirit, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you’re waiting for me to go broke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang pursed her lips and picked up a piece of meat for Wang Yan: “Eat up, eat up—it’ll get cold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao Zong, Commander Cai, Lingzi, and others laughed and joked, but kept glancing at Wang Yan and Miss Wang whispering. Ye Shu was watching too—but he was watching Bao Zong…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night fell. Lu Meilin waited early at the restaurant entrance. When a black car pulled up and she saw the driver step out, her plump face broke into a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Wang’s here! Come in, come in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was loud, drawing attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled and nodded: “Two years apart, Boss Lady, you still look radiant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve got no radiance. But you, Boss Wang—two years apart, you’ve soared like a dragon in heaven. We’ve been ready, waiting for your grand arrival. Please, come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No idle words—Wang Yan led Ge Laoshi, Tao Tao, and Linghong straight into the restaurant, up to a private room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Meilin showed no displeasure, maintaining her chrysanthemum-like smile. At his current status, Wang Yan coming to eat was a huge favor—it helped erase misunderstandings and salvage her infamous reputation. Even if she was annoyed, she had to swallow it and smile brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t the old days, when ten thousand yuan or a car and two brick phones could settle things. Jin Meilin’s entire worth wouldn’t cover it now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just wanted to invite Wang Yan to dinner…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan really just came to eat. That was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a reasonable man. He’d taken money, taken the car, taken the brick phones for the past incident—it was over. Now they were inviting him to a free feast, and he had no grievance—so he came to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the large table in the private room was filled with delicacies, and the wine was aged Maotai—overall, quite impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, Boss Wang, do you have leverage over them? Why such extravagance for a restaurant? Feeding us this well, for free?” Linghong widened her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Wang Yan could speak, Tao Tao explained: “Lu Meilin bullied Boss Wang back then. Now that he’s successful, everyone who mentions Boss Wang curses Lu Meilin. No matter how thick her skin, she’s uncomfortable. Inviting Boss Wang to dinner is asking him to stand by her, proving again that it was all a misunderstanding. Besides, Boss Wang’s huge now—who can invite him to dinner? Of course you treat him well. Use your head before you eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Linghong rolled her eyes and focused on the crab in front of her, ignoring Tao Tao’s mouthiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ge Laoshi ate slowly, unhurried, enjoying every bite. He rotated around the table, tasting new dishes, and sighed: “Big restaurants are different—so many cooking styles, flavors just as good as Xiao Dongbei’s.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re stating the obvious. Why else is Jin Meilin so successful on Huanghe Road?” Tao Tao mumbled, mouth full. “I say, eating like this is better. Yesterday, so many people, half strangers—it looked lively, but it felt uncomfortable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You seemed pretty familiar—sitting here, chatting there, laughing with them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, Ge Laoshi, those are Bao Zong’s friends. Bao Zong and I are like brothers—we grew up naked together. I’ve got to treat his friends well. Can’t let them think Night Tokyo’s unfriendly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sat quietly eating and drinking. Today was rare—perhaps the lavish spread had lowered their aggression. Everyone was eating and drinking, and not a single fight broke out…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days continued as usual. Wang Yan’s life remained stable: occasionally sitting at Night Tokyo, occasionally dining at a new spot on Huanghe Road, spending much time wandering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t without serious business—he’d spent heavily on nationwide news coverage, keeping tabs on his apparel business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Barcelona Olympics opened on July 29 and closed on August 9. China’s team won 16 gold, 22 silver, and 16 bronze medals—54 total—ranking fourth among 169 participating nations and regions, shaking off the gloom of their poor performance in the last Games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the champions, Deng Yaping, the table tennis player, would later become the most famous. It was her first Olympics; she won gold in both women’s singles and doubles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan’s team followed and recorded everything, conducting exclusive interviews, launching nationwide marketing. They urgently produced related footage and released a ten-episode documentary, “The 1992 Olympic Journey,” where every athlete and coach wore Hongyun apparel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the documentary was self-funded by Wang Yan’s company, because China’s performance was genuinely impressive, and because of ongoing Olympic bid efforts, it aired during CCTV’s prime time. In this era, CCTV’s influence was unquestionable—the moment it aired, Hongyun, already popular, exploded in fame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And because this documentary was self-funded by Wang Yan’s company, its results were indeed quite ideal, and combined with the ongoing Olympic bid campaign, it was granted a prime-time slot on CCTV. In this era, CCTV’s influence was unquestionable; once the documentary aired, Hongyun, already very popular, exploded in popularity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every store was nearly at full capacity; even though Wang Yan had long arranged for excess production to boost inventory, managers from every province were calling to request allocations. Taking advantage of this momentum, Wang Yan finally canceled the longstanding 30% discount and began pricing at full value to compete with Naikai. Even so, consumers’ pursuit of the Olympic champion’s identical apparel could not be stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through this wave, Hongyun had firmly established its prestige within China, earning consumer recognition for the brand…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang seemed genuinely to be avoiding suspicion; when he called to invite her to dinner elsewhere, she always refused—but she always called him back to invite him to eat pork ribs with rice cakes, and he went occasionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao and the others were frantically making money: they scrambled for stock subscription certificates, engaged in foreign trade, and also flipped national treasury bonds. They were always busy, always seeking to earn more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had met Fa Gen, but had no intention of saving him. Though Fa Gen died of a heart attack, the trigger was his own greed. He had bet his entire fortune, borrowed heavily, poured it all into the stock market hoping for double returns, lost everything, and could not bear the shock—his heart gave out from acute stress, and he died instantly; no one else was to blame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan could not save such a man. If he didn’t die this time, he would die the next. The seed of greed had already taken root; the gambling instinct had taken hold; the thought of a comeback could not be restrained. Even if he survived, he would soon seek to recover his losses, and after one more loss, he still couldn’t bear the pressure—he would still die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the scene in the original drama where Bao was hit by a car at the beginning due to Fa Gen’s death—that was nothing. Bao was barely alive, yet he could walk again within a month; it was truly insignificant, and had nothing to do with Wang Yan—he merely watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed, and events unfolded as predetermined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao and the others made a fortune from stock subscription certificates, their wealth exploding once again—and because of this, the Qilin Society came to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qilin Society approached Bao precisely because he had grown rich and could make money in the stock market. By joining the Qilin Society to manipulate the market together, they pooled their capital, artificially inflating and deflating prices, exploiting their large-fund advantage to cut the retail investors’ grass. Under current conditions, this was like earning money with eyes closed—extremely comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As in the original drama, Doctor Wu revealed the opening price and peak price of 414—the so-called test. Bao passed this on to Ye Shu, who told no one else. Commander Cai had no intention of leaking it either, but as the saying goes, “Even heroes fall at the beauty’s door.” He trusted Jin Fenghuang and told him about meeting the Qilin Society’s leader, Doctor Wu, and revealed the details of 414—after which Jin Fenghuang spread the news to everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this light, Commander Cai was quite wronged. But he had no choice; Jin Fenghuang had already leaked it. He could only sacrifice Bao, letting Bao take the blame, while he himself joined the Qilin Society’s ranks and lay back to earn money comfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was during this process that Fa Gen died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fa Gen’s end was the beginning of the story…\u003C\u002Fp>",3087,"2026-06-20T21:08:55.377Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7d82de5d6b28259a53d5ffc35c9f3847f1e7b13b4f372b3429cac28b88eba90b","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-987","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-985",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]