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Rise of Ryan Conner chapter 13
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?"
Rise of Ryan Conner chapter 14
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
Rise of Ryan Conner chapter 15
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
Rise of Ryan Conner chapter 16
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
Rise of Ryan Conner chapter 17
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
Rise of Ryan Conner chapter 18
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
Rise of Ryan Conner chapter 19
In the dimly lit corridor of his apartment, the soft shuffle of his footsteps was barely audible as he moved closer to the front door. His heart pounded in his chest, a rhythm of fear and anticipation, as he leaned forward to peer through the peephole. A masked man, face obscured behind a dark cloth, holding a gun with an unwavering grip. The door, his last line of defense, showed signs of forceful entry, its frame splintered and broken.Frozen for a moment, he watched as the figures outside prepared to make their next move. The hallway's muted lights cast long shadows that danced around the intruders, adding a macabre spectacle to the scene unfolding before him. The man's breath fogged the peephole, a stark reminder of the peril just inches away. The men outside seemed to inch closer to the door.Clinging to the window's edge, Ryan took a deep breath, feeling the cool air brush against his face. Below him, the city sprawled endlessly, a maze of lights and shadows. With a swift motio
Rise of Ryan Conner chapter 20
She coughed lightly and her body shivered slightly, a sign of life stirring within her. Mrs. Sonya leaned forward, her eyes wide, hardly daring to believe the change unfolding before her.Ryan felt drained of his strength. But as he watched the color return to the little girl's cheeks, a deep sense of relief washed over him.He had made it in time. Mrs. Sonya turned her gaze from her daughter to Ryan, searching his face for confirmation, nodding his head, a tired but genuine smile breaking through the exhaustion. "It's working," his nod seemed to say.As the minutes ticked by, the transformation was undeniable. The pallor of illness was replaced by a warm flush of red. The little girl's breathing steadied, becoming deeper and more rhythmic, as if each breath was drawing her further back from the brink of death. The doctor's entrance was abrupt, his words trailing off as he took in the scene before him. The expectation of despair and resignation was written all over his face, an all-t