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 barricade,

slipped his slender frame inside and swiftly relocked the

please... Please save Mr. Salvador! No one else can

and walked

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

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

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

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

pierced it into Justin's temple, his voice firm

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

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

had already inserted needles into various acupoints along Justin's head

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

long has he been like this?" Arnold asked

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