Stepping outside, Ariana exhaled deeply, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She strolled through the expansive halls of the private cosmetic hospital, marveling at its scale and the remarkably attractive staff, a testament to the industry's focus on aesthetics.

As she wandered, she found herself lingering near the director's office.

Despite the door being slightly ajar, Ariana recalled the previous incident and resisted the temptation to snoop.

Just as she was about to walk away, a faint cry for help reached her ears from inside the office.

A momentary pause enveloped Ariana as she pondered whether she had misinterpreted the faint cry for help before it resurfaced.

The voice sounded muffled, causing Ariana to hesitate momentarily before deciding that a quick glance inside wouldn't cause any harm.

Moving closer, Ariana peeked inside and saw Dr. Larson on the floor, his expression twisted in discomfort.

She hurried to his side. "Dr. Larson, what happened?"

She called out for assistance immediately.

Dr. Larson managed to utter a single word, "Hungry..."

"What?" Ariana struggled to hear him clearly.

Dr. Larson repeated with a shaky voice, "Hungry! I need food!"

He exerted himself to articulate his needs.

Ariana grasped the situation and couldn't help but feel resigned.

Could it be that Dr. Larson had simply fainted due to hunger?

She swiftly assisted him to a nearby couch before hurrying to feed him some honey water and an energy drink to elevate his blood sugar levels.

"Stay put for a moment; I'll fetch you some food," she assured him.

Dr. Larson nodded feebly, prompting Ariana to rush to a nearby diner to collect a takeout order.

Upon returning, she placed the food before him, and its aroma seemed to rejuvenate him as he eagerly sat up and devoured it.

Ariana observed his voracious eating with surprise. Handing him a glass of water, she asked in disbelief, “How long has it been since you last ate?"