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."

hastily and scrambled

his slender frame inside and

Please save Mr. Salvador!

breath and walked

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

knelt on one knee before him, his pale lips

me..." Justin's bloodshot eyes pleaded as his body convulsed uncontrollably. He could not stop trembling,

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

into Justin's temple, his

patient. If I can't cure you, then that is my failure as a doctor. If anything happens to you, I

out of his skull. 'Although Justin is perfect, and they have a close relationship, isn't this going too far?! If something

into chaos, Arnold had already inserted needles

he was still unconscious and his face remained deathly pale,

he been like this?" Arnold asked as he carefully untied the

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