Climbing The Ranks As The Best Doctor

Chapter 8: Shameless Acts.

Tomoe enjoyed being admired. 

The feeling was intoxicating, a heady rush. 

He had always craved attention, and now he was finally getting it, even if it was based on a lie.

The attention made him feel good. It fueled his ego and stroked all his feathers.

‘How does the GOLDMASTER deal with this all the time? Does he ever get tired of being worshipped?' he couldn't help but wonder.

Shen approached him, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "My good man, you said you know Master Jin? How did you come to know him?"

Tomoe paused, caught off guard. He hadn't anticipated such a direct question. 

He hadn't thought this far ahead, because people in these settings rarely pressed for details. 

And wasn't this the same man who had humiliated him at his wedding? What was he doing here, and why was he targeting him?

"Well? Are you going to answer, or are you just going to stare like a frog trapped in a well?" Shen pressed, his voice carrying just enough to draw attention. 

Whispers rippled through the nearby crowd.

"I… I… What are you doing here?" Tomoe mumbled, getting angry.

Shen just smiled. He knew things were about to get interesting.

He was ruining Tomoe's image, and he was enjoying it.

Behind them, a group of women were talking. One of them was Mai, Shen's ex-girlfriend, who had left him for another man.

She saw Shen bothering her husband and got angry.

How dare Shen target her husband? Spiteful rage propelled her forward.

"Has your mistress permitted you to leave the house? Or perhaps you were thrown out, like the incorrigible cur you are?" she spat, her voice laced with venom.

Gasps and shocked murmurs filled the hall. The words "mistress" and "cur" echoed through the crowd. 

Tomoe's face, however, was etched with relief.

Shen turned to face the familiar voice, a wry expression on his face. He feigned a sniff, then gasped as if wounded by her words.

"Mistress? Cur? My lady Mai, how could you…" He bent a knee in a mocking bow, reaching out as if to touch her hand.

"Don't touch me, you filth! I know everything you've done. You leech! You shamelessly latched onto the Han family for your survival. Could you sink any lower, Shen?" she spat, her face contorted with disgust.

Mai couldn't make such accusations in a public setting without some form of justification. 

She believed she had proof.

After Shen had humiliated her at her wedding, she had sent spies to follow him and Lady Han. 

She was convinced that Shen would exploit Lady Han, and she saw it as her duty to protect the poor innocent heiress.

Her spies had reported that Shen claimed to be a medical expert, that he had deceived Lady Rosa Han and taken advantage of her trust. 

But they also told her that the Family Head had coughed up an alarming amount of blood before Lord Gu had intervened, begging Doctor Fang to save his father. This, in her mind, proved that Shen had been abandoned by the Han family.

"I haven't even touched you…" Shen protested, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You don't ever have to! You fake! You liar! You almost killed the Han Family Head!" Mai shrieked.

The crowd erupted in outrage. This was a serious accusation.

"What has he done, my lady?" a young nobleman asked, his face filled with indignation.

Shen blinked slowly at the rapidly spiralling situation before he huffed in amusement.

"Oh boy, this is getting interesting…" Shen chuckled softly, enjoying the spectacle.

"This man…" Mai shouted, her voice trembling with anger. "Has managed to take advantage of Lady Rosa Han, claiming to be a qualified medical practitioner. She trusted him, and he almost brought ruin to their family. He must not be trusted!"

The crowd responded with a chorus of angry voices.

"You cheater! How dare you?"

"Your mother must have given you balls of steel to attempt such a thing!"

"How are you even alive? You shouldn't be here!"

Mai allowed herself a small smile. Her plan had worked. She had turned the crowd against Shen, and now all that was needed was a final push to have him expelled.

Surely, even the Han family couldn't interfere with such a widespread condemnation.

"But I wonder why he's here now," she continued, her voice dripping with scorn. "As far as I can see, there are only prestigious women here, women of class and status, the kind of women that your peasant self craves…" She gestured expansively.

"Perhaps he's looking to work as a cleaner, a janitor, or perhaps a cook for the event," she suggested, a wave of laughter rippling through the guests.

"Or… he's here to look for another rich woman to take advantage of again!" She slammed her foot down for emphasis. 

The guests, as expected, fell for her bait, raining curses and insults upon Shen, denouncing him in ways he hadn't imagined possible.

Shen looked at the chaos and smiled. It was an interesting scene. He chuckled and spread his arms, letting the insults wash over him.

Then, he decided to play along. Why not?

A man in a nice suit stepped up, looking disgusted. "How can you be so shameless?"

Shen smiled at him. "Well, you might not understand, but when you're as handsome as I am, you don't need to care about what people think, eh?" He laughed.

The man was speechless. But another man took his place. "You're just trash, a gold digger!"

Shen replied, "A gold digger? Aren't I here to admire the GOLDMASTER? If not for money, then why else would I be here?"

The crowd was shocked by how little shame he had. They couldn't believe he didn't care about what they thought.

Shen, seeing they had nothing else to say, did something unexpected. He pulled out a golden card, the auction invitation, which showed he was important and wealthy.

"Impossible…" someone said.

Shen held the card up and waved it around, grinning. "I'm more important than you think. Hehe," he laughed, then walked through the crowd, leaving them speechless.

But even after Shen left, some people still didn't want to admit they were wrong.

"The Han family will turn on him soon. I'm sure of it," one muttered.

"He's just a toy, a plaything," another said.

"I hope he doesn't sit at my table," a third said, shuddering.