Qiao Muting took a small steamed bun, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it in a few bites.

"Hmm, these xiaolongbao are quite unique. If I could eat such delicious breakfast every day, it would be like living the life of a god."

He was in a great mood today, and he was even a little carried away with his words.

"By the way, Qiao Muting, I have something important to report to you."

Qian Lai told John about her upcoming job at the research institute and how John's sister could provide information on psychotherapy options.

"Qiao Muting, I will go to the research institute again in a few days."

John's sister Anna should send me the treatment plan by then.

If, and I mean if, she really could cure your 'skin hunger,' would you be willing to accept it?

Qian Lai's eyes were so clear and pure, like a spring, that they stirred Qiao Muting's heart.

He was truly grateful to have met her.

She was so innocent and naive; she was the person he could trust the most.

He was truly moved that she was willing to go to such lengths to find a treatment plan for him.

“Thank you. Of course I would. But…” Qiao Muting paused. His pause caused Qian Lai’s previously open mouth to tighten into a thin line of nervousness.

"However, if there really is no cure, I can choose not to treat this disease."

"Why?" Qian Lai asked, puzzled.

Anyway, I have you by my side!

Those annoying peach blossom eyes were shining again, and those pink and tender eye bags made Qian Lai's heart pound.

"I can't be by your side all the time. Let's pray that Anna can find a way to cure you."

Qian Lai began packing her things, preparing to leave.

She placed the fruit from the basket onto his table one by one.

"When you're not busy, eat some fruit. Remember to drink plenty of water, avoid strenuous exercise, and make sure your wounds don't get infected."

"You must be busy, I should go now."

As she spoke, she turned to leave, but Qiao Muting grabbed her arm.