The arrival of the doctor, a stern-faced man with a worn leather bag, disrupted the tense atmosphere. Wu Xiufan, with a brief nod, relinquished the room to the medical professional. Alex, having fulfilled his immediate task, felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He retreated to the quiet solitude of his room, leaving the injured men and their host to their own affairs.
Alone in the sterile confines of his room, Alex allowed himself a moment of introspection. The events of the evening had been a whirlwind, a stark contrast to the calculated efficiency he prided himself on. The unexpected appearance of Wu Xiufan's brother, the tense atmosphere, the revelation of his medical skills – all of it had thrown his carefully constructed plans into disarray.
