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 to remove

frame inside and swiftly relocked the

Salvador! No one else can help

deep breath and

his own tie and stuffed another tie into

before him, his pale lips trembling,

convulsed uncontrollably. He could not stop trembling, nor could he stop the tears from streaming down

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

and pierced it into Justin's temple, his voice firm

If I can't cure you, then that is my failure as a doctor. If anything happens to you, I will take my own life to follow

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

Ian's mind spun into chaos, Arnold had already inserted needles into various acupoints along Justin's head

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

been like this?" Arnold asked

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