Looking at the teacher's cheerful laughter as he left, Jiang Yao stood there and shook her head gently. Probably, a happy mood was an especially infectious thing. As she stood there, she also smiled for no reason.
Before Jiang Yao could return to the dormitory, she was stopped halfway by Wen Xuehui. She was probably afraid that the stern old professor would make Jiang Yao Cry, so she specially waited for Jiang Yao there and thought for a long time about how to comfort her.
But when she saw Jiang Yao, she realized that this girl was still smiling.
"You have such a big heart,"Wen Xuehui sighed.
"The professor didn't say anything about me,"Jiang Yao thought to herself. Not only did he not say anything about her, but he also had a feeling of love and respect for her. Because of the medical god, the old professor especially worshipped the medical god, therefore, he also regarded her as the only student of the god of medicine.