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."

his tears hastily and scrambled to remove the barricade, unlocking

inside and

Please save Mr. Salvador!

and

his wrists with his own tie and stuffed another tie into his mouth to

his pale lips trembling, tears welling

as his body convulsed uncontrollably. He could not stop trembling, nor could he stop the tears from streaming down his face. "I... I just want

as I'm here, you won't die." Arnold immediately pulled a black cloth pouch from his coat. Unfolding it, he revealed a set of acupuncture needles and several vials

and pierced it into Justin's temple, his

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,

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

into chaos, Arnold had already inserted needles into various acupoints along

still unconscious and his face remained

he been like this?" Arnold asked as he

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