I stared at the screen and couldn't stop staring. I was supposed to help all the kingpin in Singapore. " Do you even know what the fuck you are asking me to do?" I said in anger, my gaze fixed on the holographic message right in front of me. " You didn't only strip me of cash but you are asking me to start by healing gangsters. Why?" The system was silent. "Are you going to answer my question?" I said again. [ System voice ; Your first mission will be uploaded in a jiffy, Doctor Jason. ][ System Reward ; A sum of $1,000 will also be added to your money cart. ]I let out a sick laugh. " Really? You are giving me just one thousand dollars for an healing that is going to cost me nearly a year of my life." I said in frustration, my eyes brows arched. [ System voice; Not a year. Half of your year, Doctor Jason. I will advise you to swing into action because this is not a game you play only. Do we need to remind you that this is a game of kings. You are not the only miracle doctor.]

His last words echoed in the room. Death.For a brief moment, I was disorganised. Maybe healing sick and injured people off the street was not such a bad idea. The system was life threatening and here was a dying man also threatening my life. For a second, no one moved.I looked at Derek and I could see that he was scared also. Not the guards. Not Derek. Not even the machines humming beside Liang Wei’s bed. It was as if the room itself was holding its breath, waiting to see who would crack first.Derek laughed.It was short. More like he was trying to relive the tension we were all feeling.“Very funny,” he said, shaking his head. “You criminals really love theatrics.”Liang Wei’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I am not joking, Doctor.”The laughter died on Derek’s lips.I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight, like invisible fingers were wrapped around it. I had faced death before—operating on patients who were already halfway gone, standing in places I shouldn’t have survived—but

I could feel my hand shaking the moment I walked through the door. I had performed another surgery that was either going to make me age faster or even worse. [ Ding! ][ System Reward ; $1000 sent ]I looked at my phone and smirked. A thousand dollars for that kind of surgery. I walked past the guards and saw Derek seated on a couch in the living room. He was being entertained with fine wine and pastries. " Ah! Here comes Doctor Jason." he taunted relaxing on the chair he sat on. His hand stretched as heet his head fell backwards. " I heard you did the impossible again. You are trying our hero." I clenched my fist in anger. " When did you get to Singapore?" I asked staring at his face. " Does it matter? What actually matters is that you are here and we are back to where we started." He grabbed his cup of wine and raised it up. "Here is to you, Doctor Jason." I watched him drink and I felt irritated. " Can we talk?" I said immediately Derek turned to look at the moment I as

Beaded sweats formed on my face as I tried to take a seat. One thing was certain, I was not the same man I was when I got into Singapore. I could feel the people's gaze on me. I could hear their gentle whispering. "How does he do that?" " Is he even human?" " How can he heal with every single touch?" I smirked. It was a gift I would like to give any of them. No! A curse I would like to let go. The system was draining me day-by-day and there was nothing I could do about it. As I walked down the stairway, I felt a little dizzy. My leg slipped and I also fell. " Are you alright?" One of the female doctors who was passing by asked as she grabbed my hands. " I am fine." I said looking at her. " You look like.." she paused. " Shit." I said silently. " I know what I look like, Doctor.." My gaze went towards her chest and I caught her name. " Doctor Anabel." I walked past her towards the garden. I need to relax. My body was weak and my heart was beating so loud t

I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw numbers. They burned behind my eyelids like a countdown I could not stop. Seventeen years. That was how far my body had drifted from my birth certificate. A man in his early twenties wearing the biology of someone nearly forty. And the system was warning me. Exposure increasing. I didn’t know what that meant exactly. I just knew it couldn’t be good. Morning light filtered through the curtains, washing the living room in pale gold. Selene stirred on the couch, her brows knitting slightly before she opened her eyes. For a split second, she smiled. Then she saw me watching her. “You didn’t sleep,” she said. " Did you?" It wasn’t a question. I could tell it in the tone of her voice. Her gaze fixed on me like she was expecting me to say otherwise. “I did,” I lied automatically. Her eyes narrowed. There I went again. She sat up slowly, tucking her legs beneath her. “You’ve changed.” My chest tightened. “People change. Besides,