Mrs Sonya reached into her purse with a steady hand, pulling out her credit card but Alexis watched with a sneer, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Really, Sonya? Do you think I haven't thought of that?" he taunted, stepping closer, his voice dripping with condescension."I'm already in possession of all your wealth and you're not allowed to use any funds at all. Not for the surgery, not for anything. You should've known better than to cross me." His lips curled into an evil smile. Mrs. Sonya's face darkened and contorted into a frown. She had just realized that she had been backed to a corner. She glared at him, her grip on the card tightening. "How dare you, Alexis? This is my daughter's life we're talking about!" she spat out, her voice laced with fury and despair laced with a tone of helplessness. "You've sunk lower than I ever thought possible. To use an innocent child's life as leverage... What happened to you?" She yelled at him. "Oh, spare me the righteous indignation," Alexi
Alexis's laughter echoed through the tense atmosphere, a harsh sound that sought to undermine the sliver of hope Ryan had offered. "Delusional, aren't you?" he sneered, his eyes gleaming with derision. "You really think you can just wave a magic wand and cure her? The girl needs a heart transplant, there's no other way around it." He said laughing out loud."As one of the best doctors in the country, my suggestion is the only way to save your daughter ma'am, you shouldn't believe this make shift nobody who claims to be a healer." The head doctor frowned as he glared at Ryan. Ryan turned to Mrs Sonya and bowed slighty, "Your daughter is in the late stages of congenital heart disease but if I'm given the time I can cure her." "What time? She is already dying and there is nothing else you can do than to take the offer young master here has presented." Mrs Sonya thought for a moment, although she had been marveled by the capabilities of Ryan, this was her daughter's life they were talk
He turned to Mrs Sonya and forced a smile to hide the tension in his heart. He was very sure that she could hold on for the next two weeks before anything bad would happen. But then he needed over Nine hundred appreciative points which means he had to do a good deed for over Nine hundred people in order to unlock the next level before he can be able to heal her and that was a herculean task. "Nine hundred and ninety eight appreciation points in two weeks! Can I really do that?" He questioned himself for a moment. But there was no option! He had to do it! "Just give me two weeks," he said reassuringly to Mrs Sonya who was seated beside her daughter on the bed. Caressing her daughter's hands and forehead. After a bit of small talk visiting hours was over so they silently left the ward and walked out of the hospital. As they stepped outside the hospital, two black Rolls Royce cars were parked outside with a few men in black suits.Mrs Sonya turned to Ryan. "Where do you stay Ryan?"
The walk to the ward was tense, each step heavy with anticipation and the burden of the unknown. Upon entering the ward, the nurse left them alone, closing the door softly behind her.Ryan approached the little girl's bedside with a reverence, as if stepping into a sacred space. Mrs. Sonya watched him, her heart caught between hope and fear. The little girl lay pale and still. Ryan stood over her, his gaze intense as he observed her condition. Then, almost reverently, he fumbled with his ring. His fingers delicately manipulated the ring, activating it with a concentration that seemed to draw upon his very will.Closing his eyes, Ryan focused on the little girl. [Scan skill activated] The familiar tone that only he could hear rang in his head. Mrs. Sonya rushed beside her daughter and held her little hands, her eyes had a glint of hope. Ryan focused on the healing energy he believed he could channel, Ryan closed his eyes and concentrated deeply. The room fell into a profound silen
Ryan lifted the dome from the top rack to reveal his dinner, acknowledging it briefly before setting it aside. Then, with a deep breath, he focused on the ingredients below. The moment had arrived to begin the meticulous process of creating the ointment, a task that required not just precision, but a belief in the possibility of what traditional remedies could achieve.He surveyed the ingredients with a practiced eye: Turmeric Root, for its anti-inflammatory properties; Flaxseeds, rich in omega-3 fatty acids; Ginkgo Biloba, known for enhancing blood circulation; Olive Leaves, with their heart-healthy benefits; Hawthorn Berry, often used to support cardiovascular health; and Pomegranate, packed with antioxidants.Closing his eyes for a moment, Ryan summoned the system with the intent of his mind, a technique he had honed through necessity and practice. The system, an internal guide of sorts, provided him with the knowledge and steps required to combine these natural elements into an oi
As Ryan's gaze shifted back to Mrs. Sonya, he noticed a change in her demeanor that he hadn't picked up on earlier. Her usually composed and eloquent presence seemed slightly off-kilter, her smile more relaxed and her eyes a bit unfocused. Concern flickered through him as he took a closer look at the table, realizing for the first time the number of empty glasses that lay before her. It became evident that, amidst their conversation and his own deep contemplation, Mrs. Sonya had consumed a significant amount of wine, more than he had noticed."Mrs. Sonya, I think maybe we should call it a night," Ryan suggested gently, his voice laced with concern. "It's been a long day, and you've had quite a bit to drink. I can help you get back to your room."His offer was met with a light-hearted protest. Carefully, he assisted Mrs. Sonya to her feet, ensuring she was steady before they began to make their way out of the top-floor lounge. Ryan gently took the glass cup from Mrs. Sonya's hand, he
As they were about to part ways, Mrs. Sonya's phone interrupted the moment, its ringtone slicing through the hushed ambiance of the hotel corridor. She paused, her expression shifting to one of focused attention as she answered the call. Ryan stood by, a respectful distance away, his mind already turning over the tasks for the day and contemplating the complexities of their situation. The conversation was brief, but its content seemed to carry significant weight. Mrs. Sonya's eyes narrowed slightly, her nod indicating the importance of the call.As she ended the call and slipped the phone back into her purse, she turned to face Ryan, a new sense of urgency framing her features. "The package will arrive very soon," she announced, her voice carrying a mixture of relief and anticipation. The 'package', a term shrouded in the mystery of their larger endeavor, hinted at something pivotal, perhaps a crucial piece in their ongoing efforts."I'll go see my daughter," Mrs. Sonya continued, her
As Ryan stepped into the ward, he turned to see Mrs. Sonya was seated beside her daughter's bed. The room was filled with the sounds of beeping machines. Tubes flowed from various devices, connecting to the little girl's hand.The little girl, though weakly lying on the bed, was awake. Her eyes, bright despite her condition, turned towards Ryan as he entered.Ryan sighed heavily as he saw Mrs Sonya let out a soft giggle.However, the laughter did not mask the tears that pooled in her eyes, tears that were a mixture of pain, fear.Ryan took a seat beside them, his presence a silent vow of support and solidarity. The little girl, observing her mother's emotional state, asked with an innocent voice, "Mum, why are you crying?""I'm not crying, darling. Sometimes, when we're really happy, our eyes just need to let it out." She dabbed the corner of her eyes, "Am I? No I'm not," She chuckled. "Let's go back to the game we're playing," Mrs. Sonya suggested. Her daughter's face lit up and the