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."

and scrambled to remove the barricade,

his slender frame inside and swiftly relocked the

Please save Mr. Salvador! No one else can help

and walked toward Justin step by

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

one knee before him, his pale lips trembling, tears welling in

me..." Justin's bloodshot eyes pleaded as his body convulsed uncontrollably. He could not stop trembling, nor could he stop the tears from streaming down his

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

it into Justin's temple,

cure you, then that is my failure as a doctor. If anything happens to you, I will take my own

this going too far?! If something happened

into chaos, Arnold had already inserted

Ian's astonishment, Justin's convulsions gradually subsided. Although he was still unconscious and his face remained deathly

this?" Arnold asked as

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