CHAPTER HUNDRED AND SIX

RICHARD'S POV

The young girl lay on the bed, her face twisted in pain. I could feel the eyes of her family boring into me, a mix of hope and doubt. I took a deep breath, activating the system within me. This was it. Time to prove myself.

"Alright," I said, my voice steady, "I'll heal her. But I need some things first."

The family looked at me, clearly confused. I could see the questions in their eyes, but they stayed silent, waiting for me to continue.

"I need you to boil vinegar and mix it with hot water. Quickly."

There was a moment of stunned silence. Then, the mother spoke up, her voice tinged with skepticism. "Vinegar? Are you sure?"

I nodded firmly. "Yes. Trust me. It's part of the process."

She hesitated, glancing at her son and then at the girl, her daughter who let out a soft whimper. The brother clutched his sister's hand tightly, his knuckles white.

"Please," I urged, "she's in pain. The sooner we start, the better."

The brother finally nodded and hurried out of the room. T