Ethan arrived at the dean's office.
Nick, wearing a white coat, leaned against the back of the chair with a jade-like figure. His handsome profile, adorned with gold-rimmed glasses, exuded refinement and elegance.
Seeing Ethan enter, he greeted him to sit down and then took out Noah's medical examination report from the drawer, handing it to him.
Ethan's gaze fell on the diagnosis results.
Stomach problems.
Tendency towards depression.
When he saw the stomach issue, there was no fluctuation on his face.
After all, Noah had been a picky eater since childhood. If the food didn't suit his taste, he would rather go hungry. Over time, it was abnormal not to have a stomach problem.
But, depression...?
Ethan's handsome brows furrowed slightly, and his thin lips tightened. "How could he h
