Throughout the entire morning, Shen Qiang was sowhat distracted.
Indeed, when it ca to so-called dical families, Shen Qiang had encountered them before; he rembered that his first Blood Ganoderma was sold to an elder from such a family.
And to put it bluntly, a dical family was nothing more than several generations of doctors or those involved in the pharmaceutical business.
It was rely a ans of making a living, and they might be strong in certain respects.
But the re word "family" was hardly enough to exert pressure on Shen Qiang—it was practically a joke.
After all, Shen Qiang had received the dical Saint's heritage and possessed the Plague Source, which could control microorganisms.
In terms of dical skill alone, Shen Qiang had never taken them seriously.
What's more.
What Shen Qiang found even more tedious was ergency treatnt of external injuries.
Severe cases either died on the way to the hospital or were directly rushed into the operating room.
The actual space left for Shen Qiang and Ding Yuhuan to work was extrely limited.
Mostly, they dealt with bruises and accidental injuries, which weren't troubleso to treat, just sowhat tedious, and considering how simple these cases were for Shen Qiang, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm.
In contrast, Ding Yuhuan seed quite excited, not only busy and exceptionally happy but also showing a serious and hardworking attitude, which reminded Shen Qiang of himself when he first started his internship.
But that was all in the past.
Shen Qiang had already decided when he left ho that he would just take a look at the dical University Affiliated Hospital and get a feel for the atmosphere before resigning because his ti was precious. If he continued to work endlessly, his antique shop, refining Spiritual dicine, and even the speed of his cultivation would undoubtedly be severely affected.
After all, there were only so many hours in a day.
The ti spent working could not possibly be used for cultivation.
Therefore, even though those two fellow cultivators showed clear hostility, Shen Qiang had no interest in wasting ti here. All he was considering was getting through the evening and then submitting his resignation the next day.
After all, if Shen Qiang wanted to make money now, whether through alchemy, dealing in antiques, selling Blood Ganoderma, he had plenty of ans. Wasting his energy here fighting with those two foolish young n was completely unnecessary.
Even if he wanted to be a doctor, with Shen Qiang's abilities, raising a few hundred million to start his own hospital would be a piece of cake.
Continuing to stay here and compete for a position was simply a waste of ti.
Because he had no intention of staying at the dical University Affiliated long-term.
When noon arrived, Shen Qiang, without calling anyone, slipped out of the hospital alone and went to a decent-looking restaurant diagonally opposite the hospital. After casually ordering four dishes and a bowl of rice, and before he even started eating, he was surprised to see the fair-skinned man, the fat man, and their partners, all four of them arriving at the restaurant where Shen Qiang was sitting.
"Oh, look who's here—not only do you like false advertising, but you also enjoy eating alone," the fat man chuckled, summoning the waiter and sitting down next to Shen Qiang's table with an air of arrogance. "Co on, bring us your specialties, one of each dish," he commanded.
Shen Qiang watched their extravagant display with amusent.
It is known that Shen Qiang, though not yet imnsely rich, is certainly capable of dropping two hundred million just to buy clothes for his little maid, Jin Chan.
Putting on an ostentatious display of wealth in front of Shen Qiang and flaunting how rich one is only made Shen Qiang find the act laughable.
"Don't worry. If you can't eat it all, it doesn't matter; we are not short of money. Go ahead and order," the plump man said to the astonished waiter, his eyes full of confidence.
Afterward, he glanced at Shen Qiang's table, which held what seed to be a modest arrangent of four dishes, and sneered, "Eating alone is fine too, considering you ordered so little. If others were here, you truly wouldn't be able to save face."
Shen Qiang laughed and continued eating calmly.
Seeing that Shen Qiang didn't bite, the fair-skinned man sneered, "This morning, our cooperation was delightful. We entered the operating room at nine-thirty and by eleven-thirty, in two hours, we had perford seven hemorrhoid surgeries."
"The process was so smooth and swift, it could only be described as flowing like the clouds and water. On average, it took barely fifteen minutes per surgery, and that's not even factoring in the preparation before and the ti wasted afterwards. Excluding those, I reckon each surgery would take only ten minutes."
"Hmph, so much for the fastest surgeon. Compared to us, they are nothing but empty nas."
Shen Qiang laughed again, shaking his head while continuing his al.
Excited by this, the plump man's eyes lit up as he said, "Worthy of coming from a dical family, Brother Qi is truly impressive. I started at nine-thirty as well, and finished at eleven-thirty, but I'm far behind you, having only perford six minor surgeries. I am indeed ashad."
Hearing this, the fair-skinned man smiled arrogantly, "You're too kind. A surgery every twenty minutes – a pace others can hardly reach. If you ask , so reputed 'fastest surgeons' are probably in over their heads, unable to perform even five surgeries in one morning."
"Otherwise, how could he possibly co here alone, looking so dejected, to eat?"
At these words, all four of them laughed.
Their looks towards Shen Qiang turned sowhat scornful.
Indeed, completing a surgery in under twenty minutes was sothing they could rightfully be proud of.
Seeing that Shen Qiang remained silent, the petite, dark-skinned female doctor said with a teasing smile, "That might not necessarily be the case. After all, Doctor Shen is known as the fastest surgeon. Perhaps he accomplished even more than us."
"Impossible!" the sowhat slow-witted man said earnestly, "Ding Yuhuan didn't join him for the al, which ans he didn't have any collaboration with that woman this morning. Ergency treatnt of external wounds is troubleso and tedious."
"Disinfection, instrunts, debrident, suturing, anesthesia, and various dications – all depend solely on him. Amidst the patient's cries of pain, the anxious wails of relatives, and under the watchful eyes of all, any small mistake could lead to a lawsuit. So, it's impossible for anyone to be fast."
"Therefore, I guess, if he managed to perfectly handle five or six patients this morning, it would already be the limit!"
The slow-witted man's words made the plump man's eyes spark, and he praised, "Well said, your analysis is logical and sounds plausible."
The fair-skinned man laughed upon hearing this, "Right? If he was capable of doing more, he wouldn't have co here alone with his tail between his legs."
Shen Qiang frowned upon hearing this and was just about to speak.
At this mont, the restaurant door opened, and Director Liu and a robust-looking man of about thirty-three or thirty-four entered.
The mont he saw Shen Qiang, Director Liu walked over fast, nearly skipping steps, and said excitedly, "Shen, you are actually here! I just went to check the treatnt records. From nine-thirty to eleven-thirty, in just two hours, you managed to single-handedly carry out trauma surgeries for 43 patients – truly deserving of the title of the fastest surgeon!"
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