Chapter Five: The Invincible Lowly

The hearts of women are the most venomous; the ancients truly were wise and perceptive! The power of this group of shrews was akin to a nuclear explosion. The hospital entrance, already as crowded as a marketplace, instantly drew the attention of hurried passersby and halted vehicles on the avenue.

After all, it’s human nature to be drawn to a spectacle, and who would miss out on a free show these days? Only a fool would.

Before Lin Yang and his companions could step outside to see what was happening, a pack of paparazzi, cameras swinging from their necks, arrived right on cue. They immediately began industriously interviewing the screeching shrews, snapping photos with relentless flashes.

Even if Lin Yang were slow-witted, he could now vaguely sense the truth. A reasonable suspicion surfaced in his mind: they had been set up.

Not only Lin Yang, but even Tang Yixue came to the same realization. Only Zhu Yunyun, who had come out with them, was left completely bewildered, glancing about in confusion.

If you’re going to put on an act, you have to sell it. Clearly, these women had received generous compensation, for they performed with extraordinary gusto. The fat woman shook her lethal rolls of flesh with all her might; another, who claimed her C-cup bra had shrunk to a B, shamelessly stripped off her outerwear and, despite the chilly wind, paraded about in little more than a bikini. Thankfully, a shred of self-respect remained, or many would have wondered if the brazen hussy would bare her chest altogether, staging a live demonstration of this miraculous cup-size shrinkage.

In no time, the hospital entrance was packed with rubberneckers, heads bobbing everywhere in the dense crowd.

Lin Yang said nothing from beginning to end. He knew that in some situations, explanations were pointless and would only worsen matters—especially with a group so determined to cause trouble.

Sometimes, a woman’s intervention is the best way forward. Tang Yixue stepped forward, her brows knitted, and coldly exposed them: “Who hired you?”

“Hmph! This black-hearted hospital only cares about making money. Who cares if we live or die?” The scar-faced woman was clearly the ringleader, her eyes darting evasively before she forced herself into a calm facade, launching into another barrage of vicious insults—each more venomous than the last, as if determined to drag in their ancestors as well.

The women beside her eagerly joined in, their momentum ferocious.

“Oh? Then tell us, when exactly did you come here for cosmetic surgery?” Realizing intimidation wouldn’t work, Tang Yixue switched tactics, ready to pick apart their words. She could tell these women were uneducated and unsophisticated—otherwise they wouldn’t have been so easily used as pawns.

“Of course,” the fat woman blurted out, sounding righteously indignant, completely unaware she’d just put her foot in her mouth. The onlookers exchanged knowing glances, and she hurried to correct herself, “Of course not!” But the more she explained, the worse it looked. The crowd let out a collective sigh.

The scar-faced shrew glared angrily at the fat woman who had spoken out of turn and retorted, “What, we can’t all come here for treatment together? Who makes the rules?”

“Oh? How many of you came together for treatment?” Tang Yixue sneered, smugly thinking, “Trying these tricks on me? Watch me play you to the end.”

The fish was about to bite. Lin Yang thought this, and likely many in the crowd were thinking the same.

“How many do you think? Just us! You think your hospital is so great? Who would even want to come here?” The scar-faced woman had a real talent for disparagement, painting the Thirteen Blades Aesthetic Hospital as worthless.

“Five of you?” Tang Yixue swept her gaze over the five fierce, tiger-like women, her tone pointed and provocative.

As if worried she’d miscounted the beauty on the other side, the scar-faced woman turned to double-check that none of her own group had gone missing. She’d come with the principle that there’s strength in numbers and had rallied quite a few comrades to join the fray.

Yet some of the more timid women dared not risk their handsome reward, earning many a cold look and insults from the scar-faced leader for being cowards.

“One day?” Tang Yixue continued to set the trap with feigned casualness, waiting for the foolish woman to stumble in.

“Of course,” the shrew replied without hesitation, only then realizing she’d fallen into a snare. The paparazzi shot her warning looks, but it was too late.

“Hmph, five in one day? Are you blind, or just pretending? Didn’t you see the announcement on the notice board?” Tang Yixue snapped, having successfully closed her net.

The scar-faced woman followed Tang Yixue’s pointing finger and saw the notice’s last line. She was momentarily dumbstruck, the words of defense caught in her throat. Only then did she realize she'd been tricked—obviously so.

They were just a group of local bullies, skilled at trading insults but hopeless at word games. Faced with the contemptuous stares of the crowd, even their thick skins couldn’t withstand it. One by one, they slunk away like wolves chased by sheep, their escape as swift as their tongues had been sharp.

With the instigators gone, the paparazzi who had come to manufacture scandal lingered awkwardly for a moment, then slipped away with the dispersing crowd.

The uproar faded as quickly as it had begun. Watching the now half-empty hospital entrance, Lin Yang shook his head helplessly. Though the scheme had failed, it had nevertheless damaged the hospital’s reputation, as evidenced by the departing patients—a victory for the conspirators.

“Damn it, I’ve only just arrived and already run into this mess. Lin Yang, someone’s got their eyes on you,” Tang Yixue’s anger stripped away her ladylike demeanor, and the queenly air returned.

“Yixue, what exactly is going on? I’m still a bit confused,” the well-behaved Zhu Yunyun asked, still somewhat dazed though she sensed the gist.

“Clearly, Lin Yang has threatened someone’s interests. They stirred up this scene to ruin the hospital’s reputation,” Tang Yixue, a seasoned businesswoman, quickly saw through the ploy.

Zhu Yunyun’s face lit with understanding. Though her father was the top official in Jin Hai City, she had rarely experienced the cutthroat intrigue of politics firsthand—hence her gentle nature.

No matter how serious the trouble, patients still needed treatment. As the two women chattered and speculated, Tang Yixue even made a call, mobilizing the Tang family’s influence to thoroughly investigate who had dared target her beloved little brother.

Zhu Yunyun, too, pledged to help, but despite her powerful connections, she lacked the know-how. Still, she wasn’t just a pretty face—plenty of young men had tried to win favor with her father, so leveraging their help was easy enough.

While Lin Yang diligently performed surgery, the two women launched a covert information campaign.

Meanwhile, Jin Quanwen sat in his office awaiting good news, hoping the chaos would send Secretary Zhu Chaoping’s daughter back to his care. He hadn’t even summoned his cunning secretary.

Time flowed swiftly. In an hour, Lin Yang had completed his three surgeries, finally turning his attention to Zhu Yunyun’s delicate hands.

The women’s intelligence gathering had borne fruit: the source of the trouble pointed directly to the prestigious Aihua Aesthetic Hospital and its director, Jin Quanwen.

As soon as Zhu Yunyun heard the name, her face changed dramatically. Even she, naive as she was, realized the day’s events had everything to do with her.

She quickly withdrew her hand from Lin Yang’s, stood, and apologized sincerely, “I’m sorry. After all this, it turns out I was the fuse.”

“Silly girl, that man already bore Lin Yang ill will. Look at this,” Tang Yixue said, pulling a document from her stack and handing it to Zhu Yunyun.

Glancing over the information, Zhu Yunyun’s resentment for the previously obsequious Director Jin reached a boiling point. Even the gentle girl turned fierce: “Hmph, I’ll tell my father to strip this man of his post! How could someone like him ever become a director? Heaven must be blind.”

Had she not said that last part, Tang Yixue wouldn’t have burst out laughing.

Lin Yang couldn’t help but smile wryly—wasn’t “heaven” just her own father?

Realizing her slip, Zhu Yunyun laughed awkwardly. The two women had been ready to storm Aihua Hospital, but Lin Yang convinced them to wait until Zhu Yunyun’s treatment was finished. Only then did they settle down.

Zhu Yunyun’s injury was a mild burn, so Lin Yang quickly treated the unsightly scar, applied the Golden Silkworm Powder, and in less than a minute, she praised the soothing, tingling sensation—a sure sign the remedy was working.

With the matter settled, the three of them set off in high spirits to seek vengeance on Director Jin.

As the saying goes, a true gentleman never lets a grudge go unavenged; Lin Yang believed in immediate retribution—none of that “revenge after ten years” nonsense.

The hospital was nine streets away, but fortune favored them: all nine intersections were green lights, and they reached Aihua Hospital in just fifteen minutes.

Director Jin had no idea important figures were coming to confront him. Leisurely awaiting word from his paid troublemakers, he lounged in his office, sipping Longjing tea.

After some effort to reach the director’s office, Lin Yang kicked the door open without mercy. The blow, powered by his inner energy, would have shattered even a steel security door, let alone this shoddily made wooden panel. It exploded into splinters.

Director Jin, relaxing on the sofa, was so startled he dropped his teacup, spilling scalding tea onto his lap with a pig-like squeal—the culprit being a certain sensitive part of his anatomy.

Seeing Zhu Yunyun return, Director Jin approached with a sycophantic smile, oblivious to the disaster about to befall him.

“Was it you who set people on Lin Yang?” Zhu Yunyun demanded angrily, her tone brooking no denial.

“It’s over,” Director Jin thought, even he could sense the severity of the situation—he’d kicked a hornet’s nest. Yet his shamelessness was unparalleled; he lied without so much as blinking: “How could that be? I don’t even know him—why would I cause him trouble?”