At the thought of this, the Principal advised earnestly, "Sheng Sheng, you've already submitted your thesis, but you haven't received a reply yet, right? You'd better wait a little longer. After all, it's not that easy to get through the international ICN medical journal. You'd better think about it again."
Qin Sheng leaned back in his chair nonchalantly with a smile on her lips.
She didn't say anything. The Principal continued, "Even Yongliang spent two years preparing his thesis, but he couldn't guarantee that his thesis would be selected by the chief editor of the international ICN medical journal."
"I've already submitted it."
"Submitted it." The Principal wanted to say something, but his voice suddenly stopped.
His eyes widened in disbelief. He could not even speak properly. "You… you passed?"
"Yes, the chief editor just replied."
"Wait, let me take a moment. Sheng Sheng, that's it for now."
The Principal hung up the phone.
