Throughout the entire morning, Shen Qiang was somewhat distracted.
Indeed, when it came to so-called medical families, Shen Qiang had encountered them before; he remembered that his first Blood Ganoderma was sold to an elder from such a family.
And to put it bluntly, a medical family was nothing more than several generations of doctors or those involved in the pharmaceutical business.
It was merely a means of making a living, and they might be strong in certain respects.
But the mere word "family" was hardly enough to exert pressure on Shen Qiang—it was practically a joke.
After all, Shen Qiang had received the Medical Saint's heritage and possessed the Plague Source, which could control microorganisms.
In terms of medical skill alone, Shen Qiang had never taken them seriously.
What's more.
What Shen Qiang found even more tedious was emergency treatment of external injuries.
Severe cases either died on the way to the hospital or were directly rushed into the operating room.
