Ian held his breath as he stared at the barricaded restroom door, cold sweat drenching his back.

At this moment, Justin's eyes were full of tears, his gaze unfocused and his consciousness slipping away.

If no one was here to protect him during his withdrawal, he would be nothing more than a sacrificial lamb, waiting to be slaughtered.

Ian's eyes turned bloodshot. He clenched his teeth, grabbed a mop, and stepped toward the door. "Who is it?!"

"Ian, it's me—Arnold." A deep, steady voice came from the other side.

"Dr. Larson!"

The mop clattered to the ground. Ian's tears spilled over uncontrollably.

"Don't panic. I'm alone." Arnold paused before continuing, his voice low and urgent. "Justin is having a withdrawal episode, isn't he? Let me in."

wiped his tears hastily and scrambled to remove the barricade, unlocking the

his slender frame inside and swiftly

Please save Mr. Salvador!

breath and walked toward Justin step

had bound his wrists with his own tie and stuffed another tie into his mouth to prevent him from biting off his

him, his pale

uncontrollably. He could not stop trembling, nor could he stop the

pulled a black cloth pouch from his coat. Unfolding it,

into Justin's temple, his voice firm and

cure you, then that is my failure as a doctor. If anything

is perfect, and they have a close relationship, isn't this going too far?! If something happened to Arnold, what would become of Asher? And if something happened to Asher, what about

already inserted needles into various acupoints

convulsions gradually subsided. Although he was still unconscious and his face

has he been like this?" Arnold asked as he

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