He wasn't afraid of people being hostile towards him; in truth, he feared—someone recognizing him.
He came to China, hoping to find a place where Jamie and Yan Yu couldn't find him. But if he were to encounter someone here who could recognize him, then his whereabouts would be exposed, and all his efforts would be in vain.
To put that person off guard, he calmly turned around and continued walking into the bathroom.
He relieved himself unhurriedly, then calmly walked out to wash his hands, and finally remained calm as he walked to the door.
He slightly raised his head and discreetly glanced back—but that gaze, or rather, the person inside the window, was gone!
His heart tightened, and he listened carefully towards the front hall. Once he heard Duan Shengxuan still speaking in a calm tone with the patient and their mother, he decisively turned around, moving like a nimble monkey, swiftly dashing up the stairs. His footsteps silent, straight to the second floor.
