Surgery Godfather
Chapter 941 - 809: The Hall in the Heart_2

Chapter 941: Chapter 809: The Hall in the Heart_2

Dean Xia reminded everyone that he was well aware of Director Lan’s marketing approach.

Director Lan was puzzled why, despite having multiplied the income of the Plastic Surgery Department by who knows how many times, becoming the Hospital’s most profitable department, Dean Xia was still not happy and accused him of deviating from the right path. In this day and age, who wasn’t desperately trying to make money? Which Hospital wasn’t after profit? Wasn’t this approach correct?

"I’ve heard you’ve been getting quite close with those private hospitals?" Dean Xia asked.

So that was the issue. Director Lan nodded, "Yes, Dean, rest assured, put your mind completely at ease. Those hospitals aren’t shady operations; they are legitimately licensed and legally run hospitals. Think about it, if they had any issues, they would’ve been dealt with by now, would they still be openly operating in busy urban areas? The reason they’re still up and running is because they operate legally. As long as it’s legal, there’s nothing irregular about it."

"You really have a whole rationale for this? You know very well what kind of situation those hospitals are in, don’t you? And it’s their marketing methods you’re using, right?" Dean Xia saw that Director Lan was still obstinate.

"Legal operation, legal income, that’s how it is for everyone." Director Lan was persistent, trying to convince Dean Xia.

Director Lan believed that the path he was on was the right one, and the results were already showing; the patient count in his department had increased dramatically and the income kept doubling. It had been a struggle to achieve his ambition, how could he possibly give up this path now?

"I know, you’ve been working hard recently, and the department’s revenue has indeed increased several times, but still, I repeat, we are a hospital; it’s okay and necessary to make money, otherwise we’d all starve. Let’s do things the right way, make honest money, the money we deserve, and avoid crooked ways. That’s what I’m saying."

"Those people, especially the women who come for plastic surgery, casually fork out one or two hundred thousand without even blinking an eye, why can’t I earn it? If I don’t, someone else will take their money, at least our surgeries are safe." Director Lan, discontented, said in a low voice.

Dean Xia gave him a sharp look: "You’re still not convinced, are you?"

Director Lan quickly conceded: "Dean, I just don’t get it, why can’t we market ourselves? I’m not stealing, robbing, or deceiving. You don’t know about their—"

"Enough, you are very capable and can achieve great things, and I absolutely trust that you can develop the department well, but—I won’t say more, think about it when you get back, and when you have time, we’ll have a good chat. Just remember, keep your heart in the right place, understand?"

Dean Xia was busy and didn’t want to continue the conversation.

---

After work, Robert and August noticed something different about the main entrance; there were a few more plaques.

The two of them stood at the door, looking at these plaques, wondering when they had been hung up, as they had not noticed before.

Robert waved his hand, summoning the security guard at the entrance. He was very familiar with the security guard, as he often gave him a pack of cigarettes or a bottle of drink every now and again.

"Big Brother Robert—"

Before the security could ask what was the matter, seeing that Robert and August were staring at the plaques, he said, "They were just hung up this afternoon, personally written by Dean Xia and hung up by him."

"So, I can now say that I once underwent training at China’s Sanbo Institute of Sports Medicine?"

Robert, touching his red nose, was very satisfied.

August also nodded, "I can also say I studied at China’s Sanbo Institute of Spinal Diseases."

Clearly, these plaques had a significant impact.

Come on, let’s take a photo!

Robert and August took turns photographing themselves with the plaques at the entrance; of course, Robert’s background was the plaque of the Sports Medicine Research Institute and August’s was the Spinal Disease Research Institute.

At that moment, Li Zehui also came out, saw their odd behavior, didn’t understand the purpose, but followed suit anyway. They were veterans with experience; following veterans surely wasn’t wrong.

"I’ll take a shot too, in front of the Cardiovascular Surgery Institute’s plaque."

Li Zehui handed his phone to Robert and stood in front of the plaque, also keeping a photo for himself.

"We are the first batch of international students of the institute," Robert said with pride.

"Absolutely, I must be the first one from Europe, right?" August held his head high.

"Spine, heart, sports medicine, the three giants, rare to gather together. My treat, let’s go to the nearby barbecue restaurant, come on," said Robert, who was incredibly happy that day.

"Have some beer?"

"Let’s drink."

"Let’s do it another day, the department is having a gathering today, hurry up, Teacher Wu is already waiting."

"Let me check the address."

After saying this, the three of them looked solemnly at the brass plaques, then gazed upon the eight-story building, which, in their hearts, was a sanctified temple.

---

Song Hanhui’s parents brought their child off the plane, took a taxi to Sanbo Hospital, and in accordance with Professor Chen’s previous instructions, they checked into the Sanbo Hotel and had something to eat.

In the afternoon, following the hotel staff’s guidance, they found the General Surgery Department.

Staring at the sign above the entrance of the General Surgery Department, Old Song said to his wife, Yao Xiurong, "Look, this is the Cardiac Surgery Research Institute—no wonder Professor Wang recommended that we come here."

"Cardiovascular Surgery Research Institute---," Yao Xiurong read through a list of institutes.

"You mean to say this institute is even more formidable than Fuwai? Isn’t Fuwai the best in China for heart surgery?" Yao Xiurong didn’t understand these things.

Old Song did understand, and he spoke with a disdainful tone, "What do you know? Fuwai is only the best within the hospitals all over the country; this is an institute, and an institute is at least one level higher than a hospital. It’s like the difference between a graduate student and a university student; however exceptional you are, you’re the best among university students, but this here is about graduate students—a completely different class."

"What does that mean? Did we go to the wrong place before? Should we have come directly here in the past?" Yao Xiurong seemed to have grasped the idea.

Old Song spoke as if he was well-informed, "Not exactly. An advanced place like an institute isn’t somewhere you can just turn up to whenever you wish; you need recommendations. Without Professor Wang from Fuwai and Professor Chen’s recommendation, we wouldn’t be able to come here."

In Old Song’s eyes, a place that could be called an institute must be focused on the research of cutting-edge technology and be a key department of the nation.

"Oh!"

"You see, there are many research institutes in this building, look there’s one for the brain, for the spine, for tumors---"

Seeing the words ’research institute,’ Old Song felt especially reassured; Professor Wang was really pushing them upwards.

The parents discussed amongst themselves; Song Hanhui didn’t join in because he was very weak at the moment, speaking was difficult, and he needed to rest after taking a few steps.

Upon entering, they saw several fully equipped security guards, a nurse asked about their situation, and then a guard even helped carry their belongings.

An institute really is different!

Old Song inquired and was told that they had to come at eight o’clock the following morning to complete the hospitalization procedures with Professor Cao Zhenshan. Old Song understood that this was just an initial visit to get an idea of the situation.

"The head of your institute is Professor Yang, right?" Old Song asked.

The security guard nodded, "Right, Professor Yang is very impressive. He recently published 13 papers in CNS, world number one. Uncle, what’s the situation with your child?"

Now, even the security guards and cleaning aunties at Sanbo Hospital knew what CNS is, what kind of journal it is, what SCI is, and so on; they were well aware.

Old Song didn’t know what CNS was, but hearing the guard talking about it being the world’s number one convinced him that it must be truly formidable—otherwise, how could it dare to call itself an institute?

"The child was born with a heart malformation and underwent surgery before, but the situation hasn’t been good recently, so we need another surgery."

Seeing the guard so hospitable, Old Song was also willing to chat with him.

If it were anywhere else, Old Song wouldn’t dare to strike up a conversation for fear of meeting a scammer, but here it was a hospital and a doctor recommended by Professor Wang, and it was an institute, so he felt completely at ease.

"You’re talking about congenital heart defects, right? Just recently, Professor Yang performed a very difficult surgery and now the child is doing well. The patients here are all referred from other hospitals; the surgeries we perform here are the ones that others can’t handle," the guard explained.

"Is that so?"

"Of course, surgeons from the United States and Germany are here to learn."

Hearing what the guard said made Old Song feel even more secure—after all, this was an institute specializing in this research; what else was there to worry about?

---

Yang Ping and Academician Wang were leaving work to grab a meal together, as they happened to be exiting the General Surgery Department.

When they got to the entrance, Yang Ping made a point of looking at the sign above.

Dean Xia, oh, Dean Xia, I just asked for a little help hanging a sign, and you hung them all up.

But looking at it now, it seems quite aesthetically pleasing. Not only is there no crowding, but it made the entrance look enriched, removing the monotony from before.

Academician Wang, Professor Chen, and Professor Cao looked at the suddenly increased signs with surprise. How could the efficiency be so high? It had not been long since Yang Ping mentioned it, and the signs were already mounted.

No wonder Professor Yang has stayed at Sanbo Hospital all this time—with that kind of treatment, it’s doubtful that any other hospital could match it.

Just then, Song Zimo and Xu Zhiliang emerged; they were going to dine with Yang Ping. Little Five had already booked the rooms.

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