LOGIN"In that case, Mr. Adnan, we will conduct a thorough examination and ensure your condition remains stable," said Dr. Rani, her gaze attentive. Her voice was gentle yet firm, reflecting the professionalism she had built over decades of practice at Pekanbaru City General Hospital.
Adnan nodded slowly, his eyes bright with unmistakable curiosity. He followed Dr. Rani and her colleague, Dr. Adi—the surgeon who had operated on his brain tumor. A question lingered in his mind. "What about the tumor that spread through my brain? And can type‑2 diabetes, which plagued me for three years, truly vanish after drinking that mysterious potion the System gave me?" He wondered if the healing had already begun. They arrived at the third‑floor examination suite, equipped with the latest MRI machine and advanced body‑function monitors. The room was cool, spotless, and orderly. Bright neon lights gleamed off every polished surface. "Please lie down on this table, Mr. Adnan. We will rescan your brain, check your blood sugar levels, and assess other vital organ functions to monitor your progress," Dr. Adi explained as he prepared the forms and adjusted the machinery. Adnan suddenly remembered one of his main rewards—the 30% Restoration Potion, meant to gradually cure his brain cancer and diabetes. He had not yet taken it. "Dr. Adi, may I use the restroom in this room for a moment?" Adnan asked politely, wanting to take the potion privately so as not to arouse suspicion. "Of course, Mr. Adnan. Please go ahead. We will prepare the equipment while you are away," Dr. Adi replied with a kind smile. Adnan stepped into the small restroom in the corner. As soon as the door clicked shut, the System reappeared before him, glowing pale blue light. SELECT ITEM TO USE --- He quickly selected the 30% Restoration Potion. Instantly, two small glass vials appeared in his hands—one labeled BRAIN TUMOR RESTORATION, the other DIABETES RESTORATION. Without hesitation, he uncorked them and drank the contents quickly. Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! He carefully discarded the empty vials into the waste bin beside the sink. A warm sensation began spreading from his throat throughout his entire body. The heaviness and persistent pain in his head faded, replaced by a lightness he had not felt in years. He looked in the mirror and gasped. His skin—once dark and dull from diabetes—was brightening, looking fresh and clear. He raised his hands; tiny scars from diabetic injuries on his fingertips were smoothing away. "Wow… even at just 30%, this works incredibly fast," Adnan whispered in awe, watching his own transformation. He could hardly wait to see the official results. Satisfied that the changes were subtle enough not to raise alarm, Adnan washed his hands and face, dried them, and stepped out. He looked relaxed, his complexion glowing faintly—though he tried not to show it. "All done, Mr. Adnan?" Dr. Adi asked, looking up from the MRI controls. "Yes, thank you," Adnan nodded. His step felt lighter than before, as if a great weight had lifted. "Please lie back. We’ll start with the brain MRI, then run blood tests to check your sugar levels and organ function," Dr. Adi said, adjusting the pillow so Adnan lay comfortably. Adnan settled onto the cool, soft table. Dr. Rani covered him with a light blanket and placed small electrodes at his temples and forehead to monitor brain activity. The MRI hummed to life, its rhythmic thrum filling the room as the doctors watched real‑time images of his brain. Twenty minutes later, the scan finished. Dr. Adi retrieved the images and data. He and Dr. Rani studied every detail closely. At first their expressions were neutral—then their brows lifted, their eyes widening in disbelief. Blood test results emerged, showing numbers vastly different from before. "This is impossible… it is truly remarkable!" Dr. Rani breathed, unable to look away from the screen. The MRI showed that the tumor in Adnan’s frontal lobe—once about four centimeters wide—had shrunk to just one centimeter, with clear borders and no sign of spreading. His blood sugar, usually around 320 mg/dL, had dropped to a healthy 95 mg/dL. Kidney and liver function were excellent. Dr. Adi bit his lip, his hand trembling slightly as he held the report. "Mr. Adnan… what happened while you were in the morgue? Did you take something?" he asked, thoroughly confused and intensely curious."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






