NovelBonte Chapter 1380 Wholesale
Chapter 1380 Wholesale
Chapter 1380 Wholesale
Around 3 PM, Dean Xia was reviewing documents in his office when the door was pushed open—no, it was slammed open. His secretary rushed in, holding a piece of paper, her face flushed red, stammering, "Dean…Dean! Approved! Approved them all!"
Dean Xia looked up, startled, and asked, "What's been approved?"
"National Key Clinical Specialties!" the secretary practically shouted. "Orthopedics, cardiac surgery, neurosurgery, emergency center—four of them! All four have been approved!"
Dean Xia dropped the pen from his hand onto the table.
He snatched the paper, scanned it from top to bottom, then scanned it again, then looked up at the secretary, remaining silent for a long time.
The secretary looked at him nervously: "Dean?"
Dean Xia suddenly stood up, walked to the window, turned his back to him, and said, "You can go out first."
Xiao Zhou was stunned.
"Get out." Dean Xia's voice sounded off.
Xiao Zhou quickly went out and gently closed the door behind him.
The moment the door closed, Dean Xia stood by the window, looking at the courtyard in the rain and mist outside, and suddenly raised his hand and rubbed his eyes hard.
I'm fifty years old; I've seen it all. But right now, my eyes just can't stop welling up with tears.
National key clinical specialties are evaluated every five years, with thousands of hospitals nationwide vying for a few hundred spots. For a hospital to get one spot is a huge success. Getting two is cause for celebration, and getting three is a rare feat nationwide.
Four.
All four of them went at once.
Sanbo Hospital has been established for over ten years, growing from a sparsely populated institution to its current state. He served as the hospital's director for over a decade, watching it grow step by step.
Now, it has finally climbed several more steps.
He stood by the window for a long time, then took a deep breath and picked up the phone.
The first call was to Yang Ping.
"Professor Yang, where are you?"
"The laboratory." Yang Ping's voice was as calm as ever.
"Great news! Great news! All four of our applications for national key clinical specialties have been approved, and all four were approved at once," said Dean Xia.
Yang Ping hadn't expected to buy four at once: "Congratulations!"
The second call was to Director Han.
The third call was to Li Zehui.
Fourth, call Tan Boyun.
The fifth call was to Song Ziming.
The Dean Xias didn't specify what the matter was; they simply invited them to their office to discuss something.
Fifteen minutes later, several people went to Dean Xia's office to sit together.
Yang Ping also arrived, wearing a white coat, his hair still damp from outside. As he entered, he saw Dean Xia standing by the window.
Dean Xia turned around and handed him the documents in his hand.
Yang Ping took it, glanced at it, then looked at it again, and then looked up at Dean Xia. It really was four at once.
Director Han arrived second, and as soon as he entered, he shouted, "Old Xia, what's the rush? I have patients waiting for me..."
Yang Ping handed him the document.
Director Han took it, glanced at it, and then stopped talking abruptly.
He stared at the paper for a long time before looking up.
"Four?" His voice was a little hoarse. "All four of them?"
Dean Xia nodded.
Director Han didn't say anything, but plopped down on the sofa and didn't move for a long time.
Li Zehui was the third to arrive. As soon as he entered, he sensed that something was amiss. Director Han sat on the sofa in a daze, Yang Ping stood by the window without saying a word, and Dean Xia looked at him with a somewhat agitated expression.
He paused for a moment, then asked, "What's wrong?"
Yang Ping handed him the document.
Li Ze took it, looked it over from top to bottom, and then looked up at Yang Ping.
"Neurosurgery, cardiac surgery, orthopedics, emergency center..." he read out each word carefully, his voice slightly unsteady, "Four? All four?"
Yang Ping nodded.
Li Ze stood there, suddenly unsure of what to say.
He had only been back in China for a little over a year. Just over a year ago, he was still in Cleveland, watching the news from China across the Pacific Ocean. At that time, he felt that coming back was an adventure, an unknown.
Now, he stands here, holding a document that reads: Cardiac Surgery, National Key Clinical Specialty.
He suddenly remembered the day he arrived at Sanbo, standing at the hospital entrance, looking at the sign, and thinking: Can I make a name for myself here?
Now he knows the answer.
Tan Boyun and Song Ziming arrived almost one after the other.
Tan Boyun entered the room and, seeing the scene, frowned: "What happened?"
No one spoke, so Yang Ping handed him the document.
Tan Boyun took the document, glanced at it, and his brows slowly relaxed. After reading the document, he handed it to Song Ziming, who was standing next to him.
Song Ziming took it, glanced at it, and looked up at Tan Boyun.
Tan Boyun nodded.
Song Ziming read the document again, then looked up at Dean Xia.
"Emergency center?" His voice was a little hoarse. "My emergency center?"
Dean Xia nodded: "Yes, your emergency center. How many emergency centers do we have?"
Song Ziming didn't speak, but lowered his head and stared at the paper for a long time.
After a long pause, Director Han spoke first. His voice was still a little hoarse, but he had regained his composure: "Old Xia, when were you notified?"
"The documents just arrived," Dean Xia said. "Xiao Zhou brought them in."
Director Han nodded: "All four were submitted. I really didn't expect this. I didn't expect all of them to pass."
Dean Xia walked to his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a can of tea.
He made a cup for everyone.
“Come on,” he raised his glass, “to Sanbo, to you all, to these four national key specialties.”
Several people raised their glasses.
The cups clinked together, making a crisp sound.
After the news spread, the entire Sanbo community was in an uproar.
The four departments were the first to be in an uproar.
Because Xu Zhiliang stutters, Dean Xia rarely calls him, so he forgot to notify him.
At this moment, Xu Zhiliang was making his rounds. He stood in front of the patient's bed, while his student, holding the medical record, explained the precautions to the patient word by word.
His phone rang; it was a WeChat message from one of his students: "Director, we've been selected as a national key university!"
He glanced at it, then suddenly shouted, "Stop!"
Everyone stopped and looked at him.
He held the phone, his hand trembling, his mouth moving, but no sound came out.
The head nurse next to him asked anxiously, "Director, what's wrong?"
Xu Zhiliang took a deep breath, held it for a long time, and finally managed to stammer out, "We...we...we...we've been selected!" "Selected for what?"
"National...National priority!"
Then the entire ward area erupted. Nurses screamed, young doctors hugged each other, and patients, not knowing what was happening, joined in the applause. An elderly woman grabbed a nurse and asked, "What happened? What happened?" The nurse, too excited to speak clearly, exclaimed, "Ma'am, our department has become a national key project!"
Xu Zhiliang stood in the middle of the crowd, watching this scene with great excitement. For a department, being a national key clinical specialty means being among the best in the country.
Now, he is the director of a key national department.
He suddenly felt like crying, but he also felt that crying was too embarrassing, so he could only blink his eyes frantically.
In the cardiac surgery department, Xia Shu was performing surgery and was unaware of the news. When he came out after the surgery, he found a group of people standing at the door: nurses, young doctors, administrative staff, and a few interns who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
He was taken aback: "What's wrong?"
The head nurse, who was in the lead, said with a smile, "Dr. Xia, congratulations!"
"What are you congratulating me on?"
"The Department of Cardiac Surgery has been designated a national key department!"
He stood there, dressed in surgical scrubs and caps, looking at the group of people in front of him, suddenly at a loss for words.
Dr. Jin, a spinal surgeon, was seeing patients in his outpatient clinic. When the news arrived, he was reviewing X-rays with a patient. A nurse rushed in and whispered something in his ear. He listened, nodded, and said, "Understood."
Then I continued to show the patient the scans.
He only started to smile after the patient left.
The emergency room was the busiest area.
Xiong Shihai was treating a critically ill patient in the emergency room. The patient was a car accident victim who had been brought in from the highway. He was covered in blood and his blood pressure kept dropping.
By the time he finished treating the patient, two hours had passed. The patient was transferred to the ICU, and their vital signs stabilized. When he walked out of the emergency room, he found the corridor packed with people; almost all the emergency room doctors and nurses had come, and others from other departments had also come to join the commotion.
He was taken aback: "What are you doing?"
"Director Xiong!" a young doctor rushed up, "We've been selected as a national key medical institution!"
Xiong Shihai nodded: "Really? Where's Director Song?"
"Director Song just went to Dean Xia's office."
The news continued to spread.
Inside the cafeteria, people were chatting animatedly. Even the cafeteria ladies' hands trembled less than usual when they were serving food.
"Have you heard? Four departments in our hospital have been designated as national key medical institutions!"
"Four? Which four?"
"Neurosurgery, cardiac surgery, orthopedics, emergency center."
Wow, four! There must be only a handful of those in the whole country, right?
"Absolutely! Our hospital is really about to take off now."
The nurses at the nurses' station were chattering away.
"The emergency center got the rating too? That's amazing!"
"Director Song looks cold, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful."
"He's cold on the outside but warm on the inside. You have no idea how hard he works."
"I heard that he often stands in the emergency room for more than ten hours at a time, and once he even fell asleep while standing."
In the ward, the patients were also discussing it.
An elderly man asked a nurse, "Young lady, what national key medical institutions has your hospital been designated as?"
The nurse proudly declared, "Four departments! Neurosurgery, cardiac surgery, orthopedics, and the emergency center!"
The old man nodded: "I'm in the orthopedics ward. So, was my illness treated by one of the top doctors in the country?"
The nurse smiled and said, "Sir, the surgery on your leg was performed personally by Director Tan. He's one of the best in the country."
The old man was so happy he couldn't stop smiling.
In the evening, it was my second uncle grilling fish again.
The restaurant was incredibly lively tonight. Several departments had booked the entire place together, but quite a few people from other departments also showed up. Grilled fish were served one after another, and bottles of beer were opened one after another.
Song Ziming was surrounded by a group of people toasting him, of course, with cola instead of alcohol. He was usually not very talkative, and he was still not very talkative today, but he had a smile on his lips the whole time.
Li Zehui also arrived and sat next to Song Ziming. He wasn't good at handling spicy food, but he made an exception and ate quite a lot tonight, so spicy that he kept drinking water and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.
Xu Zhiliang sat opposite him, and after a few drinks, he suddenly became more talkative, and miraculously, he stopped stuttering. He pulled the person next to him aside and talked about everything from the history of neurosurgery to surgical techniques, from Yang Ping's teachings to Director Han's mentorship, speaking fluently and eloquently.
Fatty, who was listening nearby, was dumbfounded and whispered to Little Fatty, "Why isn't he stuttering anymore?"
Little Fatty whispered, "I drank too much."
Fatty thought for a moment: "Then if we want to hear him speak without stuttering, we'll just make him drink more."
Director Bai, who was nearby, heard this and slapped Fatty on the back of the head: "You talk too much. They're drinking Coke."
Fatty scratched the back of his head, looking aggrieved. "Director, should we force-feed him Coke from now on?"
Little Fatty chuckled to himself.
Tan Boyun sat in the corner, laughing incessantly.
Director Han sat on the other side, surrounded by several former colleagues. They chatted about their youth, about what Sanbo Hospital was like when it was first established, and about the path they had walked over the years. As they talked, Director Han's eyes reddened again. One of his former colleagues patted him on the shoulder: "Old Han, it's a happy day today, why are you crying?" Director Han waved his hand: "I'm not crying, it's just that the wine is stinging my eyes."
Yang Ping didn't come; he was still in the lab, saying he had some data to process. But everyone understood; Yang Ping always did that.
Dean Xia shouted, "Tonight it's on me! Drink as much as you want! Don't anyone try to take it from me!"
The cheers nearly lifted the roof off.
Fatty was the first to rush forward: "Dean, can I order two more grilled fish?"
Dean Xia glared at him: "Eat! You'll stuff yourself to death!"
Fatty happily ran off to get more food.
After three rounds of drinks and five courses of food,
Li Zehui sat there, looking at the lively people in the room, and suddenly felt a little dazed.
He remembered the day he arrived at Sanbo Hospital, standing alone at the hospital entrance, staring at the sign, his heart pounding with anxiety. Summer in Nandu was sweltering, and he stood there, drenched in sweat. He didn't know if his decision was right, whether he could adapt, or what the future held.
Now, sitting here, he suddenly remembered the business card that Director Liu had given him, which read "On 24/7".
He suddenly remembered that Dean Xia had personally accompanied him to see the house, delivered the pot, and helped his daughter enroll in school. The house was a ten-minute walk from the hospital, and Dean Xia said, "You'll be working a lot of overtime in the future, so living closer will allow you to sleep in a little longer."
He suddenly remembered the young doctors surrounding him with questions, the nurses bringing him coffee, and the patients holding his hand and saying "thank you." There was an old man who recovered very well after surgery; on the day he was discharged, he insisted on giving him a box of his own homegrown "Fei Zi Xiao" lychees.
He looked up and saw Song Ziming looking at him.
Song Ziming asked, "What are you thinking about?"
He said, "Looking back, it was the right thing for me to come back."
Song Ziming nodded without saying anything, but simply raised his glass and clinked it against his.
The cups clinked together, making a soft sound.
Inside, the aroma of grilled fish filled the air, and laughter echoed throughout.
"No, I really can't take it anymore."
"You're saying cola is no longer an option?"