My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 864

Chapter 864: Chapter 864 Infant Realm

Eric even demonstrated a simulated test surgery for Kisha, allowing her to witness the full extent of his Spatial Hospital’s capabilities. As he began, an interface appeared beside him, displaying the patient’s vitals in real-time, without needing any commands or prompts.

When he required a surgical tool, he simply said the name, and the item would materialize beside him, as if handed over by an invisible nurse. If suction was needed to manage the bleeding, the tool would activate and operate on its own, guided by Eric’s will.

Everything inside the Spatial Hospital was connected to his consciousness, functioning as an extension of his mind. Thanks to days of dedicated training and Kisha’s guidance on how to strengthen his consciousness, his control had become far more stable.

Initially, Kisha had been uncertain whether her techniques would apply, since her own ability stemmed from a different source. But now, after experiencing the Spatial Hospital firsthand and recognizing the familiar sensation similar to her own Territory Space, she was convinced the two shared foundational similarities.

Helping Eric train his consciousness had clearly been the right decision. It might even explain why he was steadily progressing and on the verge of leveling up. After all, Eric Gilbert’s ability was classified under the ’Mental Type’, just like hers, and it was not easy to level it up.

"Everything’s looking good here," Kisha said as she looked around. The sterile scent in the air reminded her of a real hospital, or perhaps this was simply Eric’s personal interpretation of one. She had a feeling that his Spatial Hospital wasn’t a fixed space but a manifestation shaped by his own subconscious. Unlike her Territory Space, which came pre-built and had specific functions, Eric’s ability felt more organic, an extension of his body and mind.

That thought made her curious, so she tested it. "Eric, have you ever considered that your Space Hospital might be a reflection of what you truly want your own clinic to look like?"

Eric froze. The question struck a chord. As a lead surgeon for many years, he had always dreamed of owning his own private clinic. But his obligations, the weight of responsibility, and the constant influx of patients had made that dream feel unreachable. He had buried it until now.

Kisha’s words opened something in him, and realization hit like a bolt of lightning. His eyes swept across the room, the familiar simplicity, the layout, the quiet functionality. Yes. This modest clinic-like design was exactly what he had always envisioned for his future practice.

He had never considered this before. To him, all clinics and hospitals shared this sterile look and disinfectant scent; it was just how they were. But now that Kisha had suggested that his Space Hospital might be a reflection of his own subconscious image of a hospital, something shifted in his mind.

He remembered how patients often hated the smell of antiseptic, it reminded them of confinement, of illness, of endless days bound to a bed. Over the years, Eric had quietly wished there were a way to change that, to make healing feel less clinical, less cold. And now, for the first time, he realized that maybe he could.

Kisha’s words echoed in his mind, and his heart began to pound with excitement. What if he could change everything, the theme, the ambiance, the design? What if his Space Hospital could become a sanctuary of healing in more than just function?

His imagination took over. He pictured a serene greenhouse or an enchanted forest filled with lush greenery, bright blossoms, and butterflies fluttering among the leaves. Of course, for patient safety, the healing chamber would still need to be enclosed, perhaps in thin but durable glass, allowing patients to gaze out at nature without risk of infection or allergic reactions. The air would be fresh, infused with the subtle scent of flowers, pine, and bamboo.

In contrast, her own Territory Space had been a fully formed world by the time it came to her. But seeing what Eric had achieved reminded her of what 008 once said, that it was possible to create a world from scratch, especially now that she possessed an abundance of spiritual energy. The idea of building her own miniature realm, one shaped entirely by her desires, no longer felt distant. It felt real.

His blunt words hit Kisha like a bucket of ice water. She had only just begun to fantasize about nurturing a world of her own, reveling in the idea, only for 008 to pop her bubble without a hint of sympathy. So much for being a supportive system.

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