Chapter 6 You Call the Shaw Family, the Richest in the World, Poor?

Looking up Pierre's name online? Anyone could do that. What's there to brag about?

The assistant rolled his eyes.

"She doesn't even know Pierre. Someone get her out of here before she delays Michael's treatment. We can't afford that responsibility."

Elara ignored him.

She studied the data patiently. The jumbled, confusing symptoms began connecting in her mind like dots forming a line.

Soon, Elara zeroed in on one particular detail.

No wonder they couldn't find the root cause and could only let the condition keep recurring.

The real problem wasn't in the organs—it was in the blood vessels.

The assistant sneered triumphantly. "Can you even understand any of this? Clueless nobody!"

Elara turned to him, her gaze ice-cold and cutting.

While the assistant was still running his mouth, the two specialists had already dialed Pierre's number.

The call connected quickly.

One specialist spoke with deep respect. "Professor Johnson, I have a case I'd like to consult you about. A young woman just came in claiming our research direction is wrong, and she mentioned your name."

He briefly recapped what had just happened.

A long silence fell on the other end of the line, broken only by the scratching sound of pen on paper.

The assistant couldn't help but interrupt. "Professor, this woman is talking nonsense. How could she possibly spot a problem at a glance that even my mentor couldn't identify?"

"She's obviously trying to get attention and win my mentor's favor. I've seen plenty of people like her."

He could barely contain his eagerness to see Elara thrown out.

Pierre remained quiet for quite a while.

The assistant grinned. "See? I told you this woman came here to cause trouble. She doesn't know anything. Professor Johnson is angry! Let's get rid of her!"

"Wait!" Pierre's excited voice came through the phone.

"She's right!"

"You see, I knew it was wro—" The assistant's smile froze inch by inch on his face.

He finally processed what he'd heard, his voice shooting up in a shriek. "You said she's RIGHT? How is that possible?!"

The two specialists crowded closer to the phone.

Pierre had guessed Elara's identity, his tone grave.

"You're all idiots—treating a genius like an amateur! She's my—"

Just as Pierre was about to reveal her identity, Elara coughed lightly twice.

Pierre immediately caught on and changed course. "This young lady is absolutely no ordinary person. Spending one day learning from her is worth ten years at my side. What a bunch of fools!"

The usually mild-mannered Pierre couldn't help but curse them out.

The two specialists' faces grew even darker.

To think this young woman could spot the problem at a glance—and knew their mentor, no less. Whatever the case, they absolutely couldn't afford to offend her.

The call ended.

The two specialists completely dropped their earlier condescending attitude, their faces now ingratiating.

"Miss, please stay and give us your guidance."

"We were wrong just now. We apologize."

The two men, both over sixty, bowed at the waist and respectfully presented Elara with the most recent test results. "Please take a look and help us out."

The assistant's face flushed with embarrassment.

Pierre must be getting senile to say something like that!

Elara took the documents and scanned through them quickly.

Soon, her finger landed heavily on one page of abnormal results, her brow furrowing slightly.

"'Highly skilled specialists'? Is this how shallow your medical knowledge is?! You made such a basic mistake! Here, and here—the blood abnormalities have shown up multiple times, and you're still treating it as an organ issue!"

"We…"

The specialists looked at the slight variations in those values, ashamed beyond words.

Just then, applause sounded from the doorway.

Ethan walked in slowly, supporting Michael.

The assistant immediately plastered on a fawning smile and rushed over. "Mr. Michael Shaw, why did you get out of bed?"

Michael ignored the assistant, looking instead at Elara with eyes full of affection. "That's my granddaughter. Who just bullied you? Grandpa will stand up for you."

Elara looked at him. This old man before her had appeared countless times in financial magazines—the patriarch of the Shaw family, the wealthiest family in the country. And he was her grandfather.

Which meant the Shaw family… was the richest?

Thinking about how Jasmine's family had called her a country bumpkin, Elara couldn't help but laugh.

That woman was truly stupid enough to believe the fake background she'd created!

She looked at Michael. Though weakened by his illness, his eyes held a weight that seemed to see through everything.

Elara showed a hint of genuine warmth. "Grandpa."

Michael's face softened, nothing like the ruthless business titan of legend.

The assistant felt shock wash over him.

What had he just heard? This woman was actually the Shaw family's biological granddaughter!

And he'd just offended her…

His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor, face pale as he begged without dignity. "Ms. Shaw, please forgive my rudeness. I was jealous of your talent. I was talking nonsense just now…"

Before Elara could respond, Michael kicked the assistant away. "You bastard—bullying my granddaughter! Get out. The Shaw family has no use for you."

The assistant fell to the floor, then quickly scrambled up and grabbed Elara's leg.

"Ms. Shaw, please forgive me just this once! I really didn't know who you were!"

"Someone get him out of here."

The bodyguards who'd been waiting outside all rushed in and dragged him toward the door.

A warmth stirred in Elara's heart. At the West family, no one had ever protected her like this.

The assistant first hurled insults, then switched to pleading.

"You bitch! Let me back in! I earned my position—I didn't get it through connections! Let go of me! You're nothing without your family background, nothing without the Shaw family backing you up!

"Please, Ms. Shaw, spare me! I was wrong! Save me—I don't want to go!"

His voice gradually faded. The two specialists wiped sweat from their foreheads.

"Ms. Shaw, from now on you're the lead consultant in our joint practice. We'll follow your guidance completely."

If outsiders saw these two medical giants bowing and scraping before a young woman, they probably wouldn't believe it.

But that was reality.

Elara didn't use this opportunity to lord her position over them. Instead, she sighed.

"Treating patients—the most important thing is to cure them. If you get bound up by reputation, you lose sight of why you practice medicine in the first place. Clean this place up, then compile all the test data and reports from these past days into a dynamic overview. We'll have a brief meeting at 3 PM."

The more Michael looked at his granddaughter, the more pleased he became. "How do you know so much about medicine?"

"I'm a student at Nexus Institute of Medicine. I also studied on my own for several years before that."

Hearing this, the two specialists couldn't help but twitch.

Elara had 'only' studied for a few years?

Then what did their lifetimes of study amount to?

Ethan didn't press further. "Then I'll entrust Grandpa's health to you from now on."

"Of course. I'll… I need to use the restroom." Elara was about to give them a few instructions when suddenly a sharp beeping came through her earpiece.

Her expression changed. She rushed toward the bathroom.

The door slammed shut.

She hurriedly pulled out her phone. A glaring red light flashed in the center of the screen.

There was a bomb in this building!

At the same time, a command appeared on the X Syndicate's internal network.

[Ellie, handle the explosive source in the hospital immediately!]