Jiang Li once again thought of how Jiang Yu often read books on neurology.
In the morning, Jiang Yu's illness was strange. There was nothing wrong with her body, but she looked like a person who was on the verge of death.
Jiang Li had already guessed that it was a neurological disease, and there was no known cause for it in medicine. That was why Jiang Yu worked so hard to learn medicine.
During class, Jiang Li looked at Jiang Yu's serious face, and her heart was filled with pity.
"I know a professor from the medical department. I can help you plead for leniency and get you into the medical department," Jiang Li suddenly said in a low voice.
Jiang Yu blinked. She had not expected that Jiang Li would be so kind to help her so much. "There's no need. I've already settled the matter of studying medicine."
As expected, when the public lecture ended, the principal's assistant rushed over.
