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 the

his slender frame inside

Please save Mr. Salvador! No one

took a deep breath and walked toward Justin step by

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

before him, his

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

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

it into Justin's temple, his voice

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

this going too far?!

chaos, Arnold had already inserted needles into various acupoints along

he was still unconscious and his face remained deathly pale, he looked

this?" Arnold asked as he carefully untied

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