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."

scrambled to remove

frame inside

Salvador! No one else

took a deep breath and walked

and stuffed another tie into his mouth to prevent him from biting off his

his

his body convulsed uncontrollably. He could not stop trembling, nor could he stop the tears

immediately pulled a black cloth pouch from his coat. Unfolding it, he revealed a set of acupuncture needles and several vials of

into Justin's temple, his voice firm and

not only my friend-you are also my patient. If I can't cure you, then that is my failure as a doctor. If anything happens to you, I will take my

too far?! If something happened to Arnold, what would become of Asher? And if something happened to Asher, what about

Arnold had already inserted needles into various acupoints along Justin's head

was still unconscious and

this?" Arnold asked

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