The hall was quiet, everyone silently watched the darkened big screen.
Apart from the sobbing of He Fatty's father, no other sounds could be heard.
Shen Qiang's mood was also somewhat complex.
As for what kind of person He Fatty was, Shen Qiang was not sure. He might have been a filial son, maybe even a man with ideals, but he had crushed the bones of Ding Yuhuan and another woman with True Qi in front of Shen Qiang, so even now, Shen Qiang would kill him without hesitation.
Even so, Shen Qiang had to admit that He Fatty had some things right.
If it weren't for gaining the Medical Saint Inheritance, Shen Qiang's life would have been doomed to pass unremarkably, working in a small hospital, earning money, saving to get married, raising children, retiring, and then death.
After all, whether cultivators or ordinary people, the real rich were always a minority.
