LOGIN"Who are you? Where did you come from? How dare you intrude on a family in their time of sorrow!" Head Nurse Yanti shouted, her face flushed with anger, as two young nurses stepped forward to pull Adnan from the room.
The wife, who had heard his words, stopped weeping instantly and turned toward him. "What… what did you say? My husband… is he still alive?" Ding! Ding! Ding! Bright blue holographic light flared before his eyes, so brilliant he had to shield them for a moment. [SIDE MISSION] [Prove that Budi Santoso is alive and stabilize his condition] [Status: Active — Immediate] [Reward: ×2 Experience Points, Access to Emergency Healing Ability] [Failure Consequence: All Points lost, System dormant for 7 days, Extreme Fatigue for 3 days] [IMMEDIATE INSTRUCTION: Touch the patient’s chest and activate Deep Diagnosis to show proof to everyone present] --- Without hesitation, Adnan pulled his hands free from the nurses’ grasp and strode quickly to Budi Santoso’s bedside. "Wait! I can prove it!" he called out, his voice stronger now. Head Nurse Yanti tried to block him. "Stop this at once! Do not interfere in medical matters that are none of your concern!" But Adnan had already placed his hand over the patient’s chest. The moment his fingertips brushed the fabric, a medical display screen appeared—visible to everyone in the room—showing a faint but steady heartbeat, blood‑oxygen levels, and a real‑time overview of Budi Santoso’s physical state. "The patient is alive," Adnan said firmly. "The cause is a severe allergic reaction to a cephalosporin‑class medication. This condition is called suspended animation—the body enters a protective state where vital signs appear to vanish." Silence fell over the room. The wife stopped crying, staring at the display in disbelief; the jagged, gentle waves on the monitor proved life was still there. Head Nurse Yanti frowned, raising a hand to her mouth. "This… this cannot be. How could you make his heart beat again?" [Master Adnan, activate Emergency Healing Ability now to begin stabilization. You have only 15 minutes before the patient’s condition worsens] Adnan nodded and placed both hands over Budi Santoso’s chest. A soft, white light radiated from his palms, sinking into the patient’s body. Immediately, the vital signs monitor began to climb—a heartbeat faint but unmistakable. "He’s right! Mr. Budi does have a pulse! His oxygen levels are rising too!" one of the young nurses cried out, watching the screen. Head Nurse Yanti acted at once. "Quick! Call Dr. Rahman immediately! Tell him we have a suspended animation case requiring emergency intervention! And prepare the intensive care unit right away!" The wife gripped Adnan’s hand tightly, her eyes brimming—not with sorrow, but with joy. "Oh God… thank You for sending him. Please… please help my husband." Adnan felt a quiet humility—he knew it was not his doing alone, but the System’s. "I will do everything I can, Ma’am. But we will need the medical team’s help too," he replied gently. Moments later, rapid footsteps echoed down the corridor as Dr. Rahman hurried in, followed by two nurses pushing a trolley of emergency equipment. The 52‑year‑old doctor still wore a slightly crumpled surgical coat, showing he had come straight from another procedure. "I was told we have a suspended animation case. Where is the patient?" Dr. Rahman asked, breathless as he entered. Head Nurse Yanti gestured toward the bed. "Here, Doctor. Mr. Budi Santoso. We initially diagnosed clinical death—but then this man arrived, and everything changed. His heart is beating again, faintly but steadily." Dr. Rahman stepped to the bedside, taking out his stethoscope to check the heartbeat and breathing. He quickly examined the patient’s eyes and blood pressure, his skepticism slowly giving way to genuine astonishment. "Pulse is weak but stable. Blood pressure is rising gradually. This truly is suspended animation—I have only ever read about it in medical journals!" Dr. Rahman said as he jotted down notes. He then turned to Adnan. "You were the one who noticed this? How did you recognize such a rare condition? And… aren’t you a patient here yourself?" he asked, eyeing Adnan’s hospital attire with curiosity. Adnan felt a little nervous but spoke clearly. "I… I have read about similar cases in medical books I studied on my own, Doctor. When I saw Mr. Budi, something seemed wrong, so I tried checking him in my own way." He kept the truth about the System to himself. [Master Adnan, provide additional information on the required antidote. The System has identified that only specific medication will fully restore the patient from suspended animation] Adnan nodded slowly, reading the text only he could see. "Doctor, from what I have studied, patients with this kind of severe allergic reaction require epinephrine at a precise dosage, along with electrolyte infusions and the correct antihistamines. We must also maintain his body temperature to prevent organ damage," Adnan said earnestly. "That is remarkably accurate. Have you studied medicine before?" Dr. Rahman asked, looking impressed. "Not formally, Doctor. Just personal interest," Adnan replied, shaking his head. "Very well—let’s begin. Team, prepare 0.5 mg epinephrine, 0.9% saline infusion, and the appropriate antihistamine dosage for his weight! And run a rapid blood test to confirm allergen levels are dropping!" Dr. Rahman commanded. As the team worked, Dr. Rahman monitored Budi closely, providing temporary respiratory support. Within minutes, the medications began to take effect. "Look! His consciousness is climbing—now at 55%!" a nurse cried out joyfully. The wife, who had sat quietly holding her husband’s hand, wept again—this time with happiness. "Dearest… my love… please wake up," she whispered. "He is improving, Ma’am. With proper care, God willing, he will regain consciousness soon. We will move him to intensive care for close observation," Dr. Rahman said with a warm smile. "Thank you. Without you, we would have lost him. Thank you so much," Dr. Rahman said sincerely. Adnan smiled back. "You are welcome, Doctor." He nodded gently."All right, just a moment, Sir," the eat‑out worker said with a friendly smile, before turning toward the smoke‑filled kitchen.Adnan nodded slowly, his eyes sweeping over the surroundings.People hurried past, some on foot, others chatting cheerfully with their companions. The night air carried the scent of coffee from the neighbouring stall and the faint drift of cigarette smoke."Hmm, later I’ll buy some cat food at the supermarket," Adnan whispered, remembering the cat he had left back at the boarding‑house.As he looked around, his gaze accidentally fell on a mid‑sized café right across from the eat‑out. Its pale‑yellow walls stood out, and several outdoor chairs by the door were occupied by customers.At one table in the far corner, he saw a woman he could not mistake, her reddish‑brown hair tied neatly, the white blouse he had always loved buying for her, and her familiar way of sitting. It was Gina.A man sat facing her, so Adnan could only see his back. The man said something
"There are two rooms available, one in the middle and one at the very back," Ibu Yuni explained, gesturing toward them. "The one at the end is quieter, with plenty of shade out front."Adnan looked toward the back room. A water apple tree stood there offering natural shade, and beyond it he could see part of the backyard, including a small pond filled with goldfish. The peaceful setting was exactly what he needed, a quiet place to focus without distractions."I'll take the one at the end, please," Adnan said decisively."Very well, excellent choice, by the way. It's a little more spacious too, since it used to be the guest room before I converted it," Ibu Yuni said happily. "Would you like to pay now? It would help if you could I need to settle my electricity bill tomorrow."Adnan nodded and pulled out his phone. "Can I scan a QR code to pay?""Of course you can! I've got an e-wallet keeping up with the times!" Ibu Yuni chuckled, pulling out her phone. It was a little worn but still
"Meow… meow…"This time its voice sounded gentle and sweet, almost as if pleading. Adnan frowned, hesitating with himself. "But… how am I supposed to take care of a cat? I’ve never had a pet in my life. I don’t even know what to feed you or how to look after you," he said, looking uncertain.He worried he wouldn’t be able to care for the cat properly, especially with everything he was going through right now.But when he met those hopeful eyes, bright and shining up at him, his heart softened. For months now, he had felt completely alone in facing everything that had happened to him. Having this little creature, whom he had helped by chance, felt like a comfort he hadn’t expected."Alright, fine. I’ll take you with me. But behave yourself, okay? If you cause trouble, I’ll bring you right back here," he said, though his tone had already lost its firmness.He bent down and lifted the cat, it felt light, and its fur was now incredibly soft. Fearless, the little creature settled comfortab
Without further delay, he raised his right hand and touched the empty space before him.Before his eyes, the holographic screen reappeared. With a single tap, two small hexagonal bottles filled with pale green liquid materialized in his hands as if appearing out of nowhere. The bottles felt cool to the touch, marked with unfamiliar runic symbols etched into their surfaces."Oh honey, look at that!"A woman’s voice, sounding startled, made Adnan jump slightly. He glanced cautiously over his shoulder and saw her staring in his direction, her brows drawn together in confusion."Uh, honey, how did that person just pull something out of thin air?" she asked, pointing toward him, though her view was mostly just his back.Her boyfriend, a young man with short hair wearing a local band T-shirt, simply shrugged, keeping his eyes on her. "It’s nothing, just a magic trick. Maybe he’s practicing for a show. Don’t think too much about it, honey."Adnan let out a quiet breath of relief.Without hes
"Sir, your cough isn't just from ordinary road dust," Adnan said gently, releasing Mr. Jamal’s hand and quickly searching inside his backpack. "The dust clogging your airways contains certain chemical substances—likely from construction nearby or improperly managed factory waste. I need to get it out right now, or your breathing will get worse, and this could become severe… even life-threatening!" "Is that so?" the man asked, looking at Adnan. "Are you a doctor? You know so much about medicine, don't you?" Adnan paused. The System had said he was now a medical practitioner—so that was close enough, even if he was still at a low level. "Something like that," he replied. "Let’s sit further away from the road, Sir." They moved away from the dust and traffic fumes. Helping people in need was exactly what he was meant to do. Adnan had Mr. Jamal sit, then patted his back gently. "Cough again—harder, Sir!" Mr. Jamal coughed, but nothing came up. He began struggling for breath, his fac
He quickened his pace so the mother and child would not grow suspicious of him—then the System responded directly in his mind: [Correct. System detects someone in need of immediate medical assistance. As of this moment, you have been designated a Medical Practitioner, for many more people still require your help.] Adnan nodded in understanding. He was now someone the community needed, especially those who had the least. After walking two hundred metres along the busy sidewalk of Jalan Merdeka, Adnan suddenly stopped. His usually calm eyes widened in surprise as he saw a man in his fifties leaning against a streetlamp, coughing with a sound that was truly distressing. “Cough! Cough! … Cough—cough!” His cough was rough and ragged. Beside him sat a boy of about eight, turned slightly away, clutching a clown mask with a long nose whose colours had long since faded. Both wore red-and-white checkered clown costumes; the fabric was worn and stained, suggesting they earned their livin







