Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 241: Chapter 241

Just then, Joyce and Robert walked over. Seeing the old researchers all crowding around Zoe, they couldn't help but step in and push them away.
"What are you all doing? We brought Zoe here to help us. Don't scare her off," Robert snapped at them.
"We didn't do anything wrong," one of the researchers said. "We just hit a few problems and wanted Zoe's help."
"Yeah, that's right."
"I'm just worried I won't get another chance to ask Zoe. If she helps me now, my work could move three times faster!"
The researchers treated Zoe like a treasure. They knew she rarely had time to visit, so now that she was here, they all rushed to her with their questions.
"I don't care!" the old man working on medicine said, still holding Zoe's arm. "Your problems can wait. Mine is about saving lives—thousands of lives. I just need one last step. I haven't slept in days. Zoe, you've got to help me first."
"Claude, that's not fair," someone else said. "Don't guilt her like that. We all have urgent problems!"
"Yeah, who here hasn't lost sleep over some research?"
"We're all in a hurry too!"
But Claude ignored them all. He just looked at Zoe with pleading eyes.
Surprisingly, Zoe didn't even hesitate. She gave a small nod and said, "Let's go."
Claude lit up with joy. "Zoe is so kind! You all should learn from her. Nothing is more important than saving lives."
He held Zoe's hand and walked proudly toward his lab, taking her with him.
The other researchers looked on with envy, but they had no choice. They didn't leave either—they followed right behind Zoe and Claude into the lab.
Claude was a medical fanatic. As soon as Zoe stepped inside, she could tell from the shelves full of herbs that he was focused on traditional medicine. It was clear his research went far deeper into that than modern science.
Zoe raised an eyebrow. "Show me your work."
As soon as she spoke, Claude rushed to bring over his half-finished pills and research notes.
"Everything's here," he said. "This pill is almost perfect. I've tested it on lots of animals, and most of them fully recovered. But the problem starts when we use it on humans."
"Humans are different from animals," he went on. "Right now, the pill works well for some people, but it does nothing for others. What do you think is wrong?"
Claude didn't look down on Zoe because of her age. He'd already heard through special sources that even Yancy Lewind thought Zoe's skills were better than his. Claude believed that what was a huge problem for him might just be a small one for Zoe.
Just as Claude was thinking all that, Zoe quickly flipped through the documents, then picked up the pill and gave it a sniff.
When she looked like she was about to swallow it, Claude panicked and stopped her. "It's harmful for healthy people," he warned.
But Zoe didn't hesitate. She popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed it in one go.
Claude was horrified. "I asked for your help, not for you to risk your life! Spit it out, now!"
But Zoe didn't listen. After quickly analyzing the pill's effects, she walked straight to the front row of medicine cabinets and said quietly, "Tray."
Claude reacted fast and handed her a tray right away.
Zoe casually grabbed ingredients from the shelves while counting out loud, "25 grams of chamomile, 20 grams of sage, mint..."
When she picked out the last herb, she handed the tray to Claude and asked, "Did you get the formula?"
Claude stared, stunned by how calm and carefree she was. He nodded. "Yeah, I got it, but..."
He couldn't help but doubt if the recipe would really work. To him, it seemed like Zoe had just made something up on the spot. And she hadn't even measured anything—she just grabbed things by hand. It all felt kind of reckless.
Just as Claude hesitated, he heard Zoe's proud voice. "Make them into a pill."
Claude followed her instructions right away. But still worried, he secretly weighed one of the herb portions. To his shock, it matched Zoe's numbers exactly.
He couldn't believe it. Zoe had measured everything perfectly without using a scale. Even he, a veteran herbalist with decades of experience, still needed tools to be that precise.
Now Claude was fully convinced.
He took some time to make the pill and brought one to Zoe. She glanced at it and said, "It's done."
"Really?" Claude still couldn't believe it.
Zoe nodded. "This pill works even better than your old one. As long as the patient is still breathing, even barely, it'll save their life."
She named the pill RevitaCore. Everyone in the room—researchers, Joyce, and Robert—was stunned.
But before anyone could say anything, Zoe had already turned and left the lab.
Claude watched her go, then looked at the lab mouse he'd been experimenting on. It lay weak and still in its cage, clearly on the brink of death.
He hesitated for just a second, then popped the new pill into the mouse's mouth.
A moment later, the miracle happened—the mouse, once barely alive, suddenly jumped up and started running around.
Claude stood frozen in shock.
If he had used his flawed old formula, the mouse would've died for sure. But now, not only was it alive, it was recovering fast.
He could hardly believe how powerful this new pill was. Excited, he rushed off to start producing more using Zoe's updated formula.
Something told him the medical world was about to welcome a brand new life-saving miracle.
Right after Zoe left Claude's lab, another old man pulled her into his own.
"Zoe, my place is a bit messy, but I really need help," the man said. "This engine turbine issue has been bothering me for way too long. You've gotta help me."
"Blueprint," Zoe said, holding out her hand.
The old man quickly handed her the design.
Zoe took one glance and frowned. "This blueprint is terrible."
The man, Frank Garcia, was in charge of weapons development. After getting called out like that, he looked super embarrassed and muttered with a red face, "Yeah, I know I'm not that good... Sorry to make you look at it."
Zoe didn't respond. She grabbed a blank sheet of paper and started sketching with a pencil.
Frank couldn't wait any longer. He leaned over to sneak a peek at what she was drawing. When he saw all the principle lines she'd marked out, it suddenly all made sense to him.