I Reincarnated as a Prince Who Revolutionized the Kingdom-Chapter 152: Unveiling of Construction Works

The sun rose over Elysea, casting a golden glow upon the city as its inhabitants bustled with anticipation. Today marked the grand opening of the Elysea Public Hospital, a monumental achievement symbolizing the kingdom's commitment to public health and resilience. The hospital stood as a beacon of hope, its white stone façade gleaming in the morning light, adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes of healing and unity.​

King Bruno and Queen Amelie prepared for the day's events with a sense of fulfillment. Their efforts to rebuild and strengthen Elysea had culminated in this moment. Bruno donned a ceremonial robe of deep blue, embroidered with silver threads representing the rivers that now flowed clean through the city. Amelie wore a gown of emerald green, symbolizing renewal and growth.​

As they arrived at the hospital grounds, they were greeted by a crowd of citizens, officials, and foreign dignitaries. The atmosphere was festive, with banners fluttering and musicians playing melodies that resonated with hope and celebration. Children held bouquets of fresh flowers, their faces alight with excitement.​

Dr. Alaric Voss, the visionary physician who had been instrumental in the hospital's development, approached the royal couple with a respectful bow.​

"Your Majesties," he began, his voice filled with emotion, "today, we witness the fruition of our collective dedication. The Elysea Public Hospital stands ready to serve all who seek care, regardless of station."

Bruno placed a hand on Voss's shoulder, his eyes reflecting gratitude. "This would not have been possible without your unwavering commitment, Doctor. Together, we have laid a foundation for a healthier future."​

The ceremony commenced with a procession through the hospital's main corridor. The interior was designed with both functionality and comfort in mind—wide hallways allowed for easy movement, and large windows invited natural light to create a warm, healing environment. Rooms were equipped with sturdy beds and essential medical instruments, while walls were adorned with tapestries depicting the natural beauty of Elysea, offering patients a sense of tranquility.​

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In the central atrium, a podium had been set up for speeches. Bruno stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the assembled crowd.​

"People of Elysea," he began, his voice resonant and clear, "today, we stand united in our pursuit of a healthier, more compassionate society. The opening of this hospital is not merely the unveiling of a building, but the embodiment of our shared values and determination. Let this place be a sanctuary for all, where healing is not a privilege, but a right."

Applause erupted, echoing through the atrium.​

Amelie then took the podium, her presence exuding warmth and grace.​

"As we open these doors," she said, "we open our hearts to those in need. May this hospital serve as a testament to what we can achieve when we come together with empathy and resolve."

Following the speeches, the royal couple participated in the symbolic planting of a medicinal herb garden within the hospital grounds. The garden would provide essential ingredients for treatments and serve as a serene space for patients and staff alike.​

Throughout the day, guided tours showcased the hospital's various departments: a maternity ward designed to ensure the safety and comfort of mothers and newborns, a surgical wing equipped with the latest advancements in medical tools, and a training center where aspiring physicians and nurses could learn and practice under the guidance of experienced mentors.​

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the city, Bruno and Amelie stood atop the hospital's terrace, overlooking the bustling streets of Elysea. The city was alive with renewed vigor, its people embracing the promise of a brighter future.​

Bruno turned to Amelie, his expression contemplative. "This hospital is a cornerstone, but our work continues. We must ensure that such institutions reach every corner of our kingdom."​

Amelie nodded, her eyes reflecting determination. "And we shall. Together, we will build a legacy of care and compassion that will endure for generations."​

The scent of lavender and rosemary wafted from the newly planted herb garden below as King Bruno and Queen Amelie descended from the hospital terrace. Though the formal ceremonies had concluded, their presence within the hospital continued to draw warm attention from staff and visitors alike.

Inside the hallways, nurses moved with calm urgency, tending to patients who had already begun arriving for care. The first to be admitted was a pregnant woman from the northern provinces who had traveled to Elysee for better treatment. She now lay comfortably in a sunlit room of the maternity ward, her hand resting over her belly, a look of relief and hope in her eyes.

Dr. Voss led the royal couple to the newly opened children's ward. The room was decorated with soft murals of birds, trees, and gentle mountain landscapes. Wooden toys and books lined the shelves beside each bed. A young boy with a bandaged arm looked up as the king entered. He blinked, wide-eyed, unsure of what to say.

Bruno crouched beside his bed and smiled. "How are you feeling, young man?"

The boy gave a small nod. "Better. The doctor says I can go home in three days."

Bruno's smile widened. "Good. Rest well. And when you're ready, make sure to show your friends how brave you were."

Amelie leaned in to offer the boy a small hand-carved horse, made of smooth pine. "A little something to keep you company," she said gently.

The child accepted it with both hands, holding it as if it were made of gold.

Outside the ward, the king and queen continued down the corridor, passing volunteers who handed out blankets and hot meals to families waiting to see loved ones. One elderly man clasped Bruno's hand as he passed.

"My daughter works here now," the man said. "She trained at the College of Hygiene. We never thought a girl from our street could become a nurse."

"She's not the only one," Amelie replied with a smile. "But you should be proud."

"I am," the man said, eyes moist. "Thank you for this place."

Later that evening, as twilight settled over Elysee and lanterns glowed softly along the hospital's exterior pathways, Bruno and Amelie found a moment to rest in the hospital's enclosed garden. The air was cool, the stone benches still warm from the sun. Prince Louis had been brought to them by a palace attendant, already drowsy in his mother's arms.

"Do you think he'll remember this day?" Bruno asked softly.

Amelie looked down at their son. "Not clearly. But I believe he'll grow up feeling its weight—the compassion, the sense of purpose. These walls, this city… they'll shape him."

Bruno nodded. "I want him to know that his parents stood not in marble halls, but among the people. That we built with them, cried with them… and healed with them."

"Then let's keep doing just that," Amelie said. "One step at a time."

The following morning, news of the hospital's opening had already begun to spread beyond the capital. Couriers departed Elysee before sunrise, carrying missives to every provincial capital. Inside each envelope was a royal decree—written in Bruno's own hand—declaring the model of the Elysea Public Hospital as the standard for all future medical centers in the kingdom.

Every province was to receive funding, staff, and architectural guidance to establish their own regional hospital, modeled not only on the physical structure, but on its guiding philosophy: care for all, regardless of birth or wealth.

In the palace planning hall, advisors and messengers buzzed with renewed purpose. Dr. Voss met with logistics teams to coordinate supply lines for medical equipment and sanitation infrastructure. Queen Amelie convened with the heads of various charitable organizations, integrating their work more formally into the kingdom's expanding healthcare network.

Even the College of Hygiene saw a surge in applications. Former stonemasons, farmers' sons, seamstresses, and orphans applied for the opportunity to study and serve in the new health system. Dormitories were expanded. Additional instructors were brought in. What had once been a modest pilot program had grown into one of the crown's proudest institutions.

Weeks later, the Elysea Public Hospital received its first major test. A mining accident in the northern hills sent a wave of injured workers south, and the hospital responded with efficiency and care. The surgical wing worked round the clock. Emergency protocols were tested—and proven effective. When the last of the injured men was stabilized, the hospital's reputation was no longer aspirational. It was earned.

King Bruno made an unannounced visit to the ward housing the injured miners. He found one man, arm in a sling and chest bandaged, sitting by the window with a stunned look on his face.

"Sire," the man said awkwardly, trying to rise. "Forgive me, I didn't expect—"

Bruno waved him down and sat beside him.

"You don't need to stand," the king said. "You need to rest."

The man blinked. "I just… never thought I'd be in a place like this. When I was hurt, I figured I'd die in the wagon."

"You didn't," Bruno said. "You're here. And you're safe."

The man turned to look at the clean linens, the orderly hallway beyond the door, the nurse chatting softly with a young boy across the room.

"You did this?"

"No," Bruno replied. "We all did."

On the hospital's first anniversary, a stone plaque was unveiled near the front entrance. Etched in gold were the words:

"For the People of Elysea – In Health, In Hope, In Unity."

Below that, the names of every doctor, nurse, builder, and volunteer who helped construct the hospital were inscribed. Hundreds of names—each one a testament to a nation that had chosen healing over despair.

As families gathered for the commemoration, Queen Amelie read aloud a message from a village elder too frail to attend:

"Once we buried our sick with fear. Now, we care for our ill with dignity. Once we whispered about suffering in shadows. Now we speak openly of prevention and recovery. This is the kingdom you have given us—a kingdom where we do not hide from hardship, but face it together. Thank you."

That night, back at the palace, Bruno stood once again at the map in the planning hall. More green markers had appeared across the land, each one representing a town or district where health clinics had begun construction. The vision he and Amelie had worked so hard to shape was no longer an ideal. It was unfolding—steadily, firmly—into reality.

Amelie joined him once more, as she always did.

"The map is changing," she said.

"Yes," Bruno answered, his voice soft. "And so are we."