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
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
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
Ryan's breath hitched slightly at the unexpected tenderness of Mrs. Sonya's touch. Mrs. Sonya's hesitation was palpable, the weight of the moment stretching out between them as she finally removed his shirt completely. Mrs. Sonya coughed, turning away to hide her flushed cheeks. She busied herself at the sink, letting the cold water run over the bloodied shirt, as she wrung out the shirt, the water tainted pink with diluted blood swirling down the drain.Mrs. Sonya possessed a beauty that was both striking and serene, a delicabalance that seemed to echo the dualities of her life. Her features held an angelic quality, with soft, gentle curves. Her skin, a flawless canvas, had a subtle glow, yet beneath the surface lay the traces of sleepless nights and worry lines.Her eyes, deep and expressive, were framed by long, dark lashes. Her hair, a cascade of luscious locks, fell around her shoulders in a manner that was both effortless and elegant. Her composure, always calm and collected
A familiar beeping sound pierced the silence. It came from the ring! "What now?" Ryan wondered as he looked at the ring on his index finger. With a deep, steadying breath, Ryan focused his intent on the ring. Immediately a blue wide screen materialized before him, ethereal yet unmistakably vivid against the backdrop of the room. The words [Task: get 5000 appreciation points] [Points: 4/5000] Ryan almost choked on his saliva. How was he supposed to suddenly get to a 1000 points? This heir system was definitely playing some kind of prank on him.This actually means he had to perform a good deed for about two thousand four hundred and eight people in order to complete the quest. That's-A wry smile played across his lips. The task at hand—to earn appreciation points from what seemed like an impossible number of people—struck him as both daunting and slightly absurd.Ryan pondered hard but then another beep sound interrupted him. Before his eyes, runes began to shimmer on the scr
As he stared at the mirror, he still looked pale due to the whole process that took a heavy toll on him. It was all worth it tho, he picked up the little container holding the ointment and with a sigh he settled into his chair. The computer beamed on and he proceeded to set up an online sellers account.He named it, "Scar removing ointment" He didn't even test the ointment to know if it was really legit before listing it, he just trusted the system. " Complete"When he was done with listing it on the site. A feeling of fatigue washed over him and he shut down the computer. His four poster bed was just at the corner of his room so he just fell into the comfy feeling of the bed. He woke up feeling refreshed glancing at the clock he realized half a day was already gone. He logged onto the computer to check the sales and not even one person checked it out. Maybe he had to wait a little bit. Three days later and he had not still made even one sales. About two visitors had checked it o
As he stared at the mirror, he still looked pale due to the whole process that took a heavy toll on him. It was all worth it tho, he picked up the little container holding the ointment and with a sigh he settled into his chair. The computer beamed on and he proceeded to set up an online sellers account.He named it, "Scar removing ointment" He didn't even test the ointment to know if it was really legit before listing it, he just trusted the system. " Complete"When he was done with listing it on the site. A feeling of fatigue washed over him and he shut down the computer. His four poster bed was just at the corner of his room so he just fell into the comfy feeling of the bed. He woke up feeling refreshed glancing at the clock he realized half a day was already gone. He logged onto the computer to check the sales and not even one person checked it out. Maybe he had to wait a little bit. Three days later and he had not still made even one sales. About two visitors had checked it o
Ryan scrolled through the internet in the past days he had supplied about 50 vials of the ointment and the intern was already blowing up with the news of an ointment that removes scars in just a day. "Where can I get one?" "I want to buy one?" "How much is it?" "Just 10$" A user commented in one of the many posts; "I actually used one. Thank you, Doctor Ryan." The user said and so many questions followed after. "Thank you Doctor Ryan." [Appreciation points received][Appreciation points: 100/100]"Thank you Doctor Ryan." Second phase. He shut down the computer and walked towards a table that had served as his work table for his Alchemy. He picked up a batch of the ointment and placed it gently in a small box, he had to see Mrs Sonya now. *******"We should take the price up to a 100$," Ryan said as he pushed the box towards Mrs Sonya delivering the next batch. Mrs Sonya nodded as she picked it up. "You have seen how it's trending then, don't you think we should make the pri