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

inside

Please save Mr. Salvador! No one else

took a deep breath and walked

and stuffed

knelt on one knee before him, his pale lips

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

here, you won't die." Arnold immediately pulled a black cloth pouch from his coat. Unfolding it, he revealed a set of acupuncture needles

extracted a needle and pierced it into Justin's temple, his

friend-you are also my patient. If I can't cure you, then that is my

'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

spun into chaos, Arnold had already inserted needles into various acupoints along

Justin's convulsions gradually subsided. Although he was still unconscious and his face remained deathly pale,

he been like this?" Arnold asked as he

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