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."

tears hastily and scrambled to remove

frame inside and

save Mr. Salvador! No one else can help

breath and walked toward Justin step

Ian had bound his wrists with his own tie and stuffed another tie into his

knee before him, his pale lips

trembling, nor could he stop the tears from streaming down his face. "I... I just

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

a needle and pierced it into Justin's

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

popped out of his skull. 'Although Justin 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 Ms.

into chaos, Arnold had already inserted needles into

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

Arnold

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