Surgery Godfather
Chapter 940 - 809: The Hall in the Heart

Chapter 940: Chapter 809: The Hall in the Heart

Indeed, just hanging a large sign with the words "Surgical Research Institute" was not distinctive enough and didn’t align with the general public’s cognitive habits.

Patients who arrived wouldn’t know what was being done inside, and peers couldn’t figure out the specifics either, unsure what kind of research was conducted there, given that Surgery encompasses a broad scope.

After being reminded by Yang Ping, Dean Xia thought carefully and realized this was indeed the case, so he immediately called the Publicity Department, asking them to urgently send several signs to the General Surgery section.

The signs were to be made of bronze and needed to be conspicuous; as for the style of the characters, Dean Xia decided to write them himself. Confident in his calligraphy, he then notified the Publicity Department to pick up the templates from the dean’s office.

Hearing that it was for General Surgery, the Publicity Department was highly efficient. They received the call in the morning, and the contractor had delivered the signs by the afternoon.

Cardiovascular Surgery Research Institute, Brain Research Institute, Spinal Disease Research Institute, Sports Medicine Research Institute, Oncology Surgical Research Institute—

Dean Xia felt that with so much space on both sides of the entrance, hanging a few signs would be more than manageable. Professor Yang was still hesitating, being overly polite about such a simple matter. Finally, Dean Xia arranged for it without further delay.

The workers began hanging the signs in front of the General Surgery entrance, under Dean Xia’s direct supervision.

"A bit to the left, a bit to the right, a bit higher, too much, a bit lower, ah! Still not quite right, come down, come down quickly—"

Dean Xia, with his hands on his hips, instructed the workers on where to hang the signs, dissatisfied after several attempts, so he decided to do it himself.

He climbed the ladder which creaked under his weight, causing the workers stabilizing the ladder to tremble in fear.

Dean Sun and the office director beside him were anxiously shouting, "Slow down, slow down!"

Dean Xia, with his robust frame, climbed the ladder and started to hang the signs himself, one by one, until he was satisfied.

As soon as the signs were hung, the monotonous walls suddenly appeared much more vibrant and colorful.

Most importantly, within a single day, several institutes had emerged at Sanbo Hospital, creating an impressive presence unmatched by any across the country.

With so many institutes, plus the Stem Cell Laboratory, the entrance to General Surgery suddenly looked much more prestigious. To the uninitiated, it might appear as if there were dozens of teams and thousands of people working inside.

This should have been done earlier; it was only his outdated thinking. Dean Xia dusted his hands off, stood with his hands on his hips, and was greatly pleased with the result.

"Call Director Lan over to help check if the signs are straight?" Dean Xia instructed the office director, looking at the newly hung signs.

Director Lan, the head of Plastic Surgery, had become hypercritical ever since he apprenticed under Ivan. If a floor tile was missing a corner, he would demand the Logistics staff replace it precisely with a matching one, causing the Logistics staff to scour for a tile with the exact color and pattern.

Still, Director Lan was not satisfied, complaining about the colors, as the newly installed tile was brand new, whereas the other tiles had been there for over a decade and naturally differed in color.

Because of this issue, Director Lan had complained to Dean Xia about the head of Logistics not fulfilling his duties and being negligent. Dean Xia, seeing the small symmetrical scars on Director Lan’s forehead, was at a loss for words. There was no dealing with someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Thus, Dean Xia had no choice but to tell the head of Logistics, "Just endure it a bit, let him vent, and it will be over."

The head of Logistics felt aggrieved. In any other hospital, he would have confronted Director Lan by now. But this was Sanbo Hospital, where clinical doctors were regarded highly, not to mention department directors. The Logistics Department really was there to serve, not just in word but in deed.

If he offended a department director, it was possible that at the year-end department directors’ meeting, Director Lan, together with a few others, might decide to dismiss him, and he would have only himself to blame.

The head of Logistics had no choice but to arrange for a janitor to mix some dirty mud and spend days scrubbing and wiping to achieve the old tile effect.

However, it was also beneficial as Director Lan’s obsession turned into a selling point for his breast augmentation surgeries, renowned for their symmetry.

The office director actually called Director Lan over, and from a distance, Lan glanced at the signs: "They’re straight!"

If Director Lan said they were straight, then they were definitely straight.

"Do they look comfortable to you?" asked Dean Xia again.

Director Lan took another look: "Comfortable!"

If Director Lan said they were comfortable, then they were indeed comfortable.

Dean Xia felt relieved and told the workers they could finish up.

"My department of Plastic Surgery is running out of space, Dean Xia, you need to think of a solution for me."

Dean Xia returned to his office after hanging the signs, with Director Lan following behind him.

Ever since he became an apprentice to Ivan, Director Lan had finally seen his ambitions realized. Waving the flag of being Ivan’s only disciple in China, he could command whatever he wanted. Combining some marketing strategies of private hospitals, and with the support of several private hospital owners, patients continuously flocked to Sanbo to undergo cosmetic surgeries.

The Plastic Surgery department at Sanbo Hospital had become extravagantly successful, turning into the central hub for plastic surgery patients in Nandu Province. Of course, Director Lan never forgot the private hospital owners who supported him. They were all in it together, redirecting some patients to the private hospitals while he and his department’s doctors performed surgeries there. Everyone profited, the patients were happy, so why not?

"Director Lan, you’ve been straying off path lately. It’s still not too late to correct

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