5

A mechanical voice sounded.

[Congratulations, Host has successfully completed the mission!]

Ding!

A panel appeared before him. Adnan studied it closely.

 

[SYSTEM REWARD:

- Points increased: 1,000 Points.

- Brain Cancer Cure: 30%.

- Diabetes Cure: 30%.

- Main Reward: Rp 1,000,000.]

 

Adnan swallowed hard, his eyes wide with amazement. Both money and further healing, all at once.

[Host has advanced to Level 2.]

[Balance: 1,000,000]

[Acupuncture Skill: 2%]

[Massage Therapy Skill: 2%]

[Healing Instinct: 2%]

[Disease Detection: 2%]

[Intelligence: 2%]

[Courage: 2%]

[Surgical Skill: 2%]

[Energy Control: 2%]

[Herbal & Pharmaceutical Knowledge: 2%]

[Mental Resilience: 2%]

[Body Energy: 0%]

[Points: 2,000]

Adnan stared in disbelief at the generous rewards. "Wow… more healing too. Thank goodness the mission was a success," he said, gazing at the System display with heartfelt joy.

"Quick! Move the patient immediately!" Dr. Rahman called out.

Just as the medical team was preparing to wheel Mr. Budi out of the emergency room, the door swung open. Dr. Adi stepped inside, having heard about the unusual case from one of the nurses.

"I’ve just heard word there’s a suspended animation case here? That such a rare condition actually occurred in our hospital?" Dr. Adi said, looking toward the bed with genuine wonder.

"Yes, exactly, Dr. Adi. This is Mr. Budi—the patient we’ve been assisting. We’re moving him to a special care unit for close observation. Let’s hope he remains stable," Dr. Rahman replied with a smile, proud his team had risen to such a challenge.

"Thank God for a good outcome. Cases like this demand incredible speed and precision," Dr. Adi nodded in agreement, then scanned the room to see who had been involved.

But when his eyes fell on a young man standing quietly in the corner, his expression changed instantly.

His eyes widened in terror, and his hand slowly rose, trembling violently as he pointed toward the young man.

"Dr. Adi… what is it? Do you see something wrong?" Dr. Rahman frowned, noticing his colleague’s alarm.

"Him… that man… why is he here?" Dr. Adi stammered, his finger still fixed on Adnan, who offered him a calm, gentle smile.

Dr. Rahman followed his gaze, then turned back, confused.

"Oh, Dr. Adi—this is Adnan. He was the very first to realize Mr. Budi was in suspended animation. If not for him, we might not have acted in time," Dr. Rahman explained, motioning Adnan forward to introduce him properly.

"That’s not what I mean… Adnan is… he is the patient Dr. Rani and I operated on for seven full hours in Operating Room Three! We exhausted every option, yet he was pronounced dead about an hour ago! How can he be standing here, looking well? Unless… he isn’t human… but a ghost?" Dr. Adi’s voice rang out, thick with dread, leaving everyone stunned.

All eyes turned toward Adnan. Shock and fear were written clearly on every face.

The joy that had filled the room moments before instantly turned to tension. Several nurses stepped back, their gaze fixed on the young man who stood so calmly. Adnan simply nodded slowly and offered a quiet smile.

"Dr. Adi, that cannot be! We have been speaking with Adnan for more than half an hour while we stabilized Mr. Budi," Dr. Rahman said, his voice steady but faintly trembling.

"But it is him! I know his face! He came here for surgery—stage‑four cancer and chronic diabetes! He even signed the consent form acknowledging that if the procedure failed, the hospital would bear no responsibility! Dr. Rani is already preparing the necessary paperwork for his family!" Dr. Adi took a shaky step forward.

Just then the door opened again. Dr. Rani entered, holding documents in hand, drawn by the same rumors of a remarkable case.

But upon seeing the room’s tense atmosphere, she paused. "What is going on? Why is everyone looking like this?"

Her gaze landed on Adnan. Her expression shifted from bewilderment to the same stunned horror that had overtaken Dr. Adi.

"Mr. Adnan… but you… you were…" she trailed off, raising a hand to cover her mouth.

Adnan nodded and stepped forward slowly, prompting more people to retreat. His voice was soft but clear, reaching every corner of the room.

"Please forgive me for not telling you sooner. The truth is, you both did operate on me—Dr. Adi, Dr. Rani. And it is true, I was declared dead for a time," he said respectfully.

Everyone listened, scarcely breathing.

"But… as I closed my eyes, I felt something different. I could see and hear everything around me. I do not know why, yet my body began to move again. I came straight here because I felt I had something left to do," Adnan explained, omitting the truth of the System.

Dr. Rahman quickly retrieved a portable heart monitor and placed it against Adnan’s chest. The screen showed a steady, perfectly normal rhythm—no different from any healthy person’s.

"This is impossible… we examined him thoroughly. His heart had stopped completely, and there was zero brain activity," Dr. Rani whispered, staring at the reading in disbelief.

"Excuse me… when will my husband be taken to his room?" Mr. Budi’s wife gently broke the moment, recalling the doctors to the present.

"Right—get him to the ward at once!" Dr. Rahman instructed the nurses.

Mr. Budi was wheeled away for intensive care. Meanwhile, Dr. Adi and Dr. Rani remained rooted in place, still unable to believe what they saw.

Suddenly a nurse burst into the room, panic written all over her face. "Dr. Adi! Dr. Rani! There’s been a problem at the temporary morgue—Adnan’s body… it’s gone!"

She froze as her eyes landed on Adnan.

"Gh-ghost… he’s… he’s a ghost!" she cried, pointing with trembling hands.

"I am not a ghost," Adnan said calmly. The nurse fell silent, wide‑eyed. He stepped toward the two doctors.

"I do not fully understand what has happened to me either. But I feel certain this new life of mine has a purpose," he said earnestly.

"We cannot ignore this," Dr. Rani said firmly. "We will run a full set of tests, Mr. Adnan. Medical examinations, and we will record every detail of what you have experienced."