At seven o’clock the next morning, Zhang Lin was already standing in front of the nurse’s station on the seventh floor, flipping through the night shift handover records. Head Nurse Liu Min had just changed clothes and was startled when she saw him: "Director Zhang, you’re here so early?"
"I’m used to it," Zhang Lin replied without looking up.
He barely slept last night; the unfamiliar environnt, the unfamiliar bed, and those lingering questions in his mind—can he manage this responsibility?
At exactly eight o’clock, Dean Chen, accompanied by the Head of the dical Services Departnt and the Head of the Nursing Departnt, arrived again at the Orthopedics Center to publicly announce the formal appointnt docunts at the departnt’s morning eting.
The entire staff of the Spinal Surgery departnt gathered. Dean Chen stood at the front, holding two docunts stamped with official seals:
"Comrades, I now announce the decision of the hospital party committee: Comrade Zhang Lin is appointed as the Director of the Orthopedics Center’s Spinal Surgery Departnt, fully responsible for the departnt’s dical, teaching, and research work. I hope all colleagues in the departnt will support Director Zhang’s work and work together to elevate our hospital’s Spinal Surgery to a new level."
Zhang Lin accepted the docunt and showed it to everyone. The red official seal, the black printed words, the weighty paper—it symbolized the hospital’s trust and also the heavy responsibility.
"Let say a few words," Dean Chen looked around the crowd, "Director Zhang is an academic leader we brought in from Sanbo Hospital, with profound expertise in the field of Spinal Surgery. I know that so colleagues in our departnt have more seniority than Director Zhang and may have thoughts about it. But let make this clear: seniority is seniority, ability is ability. The developnt of the hospital needs fresh blood, new technologies, and new ideas. Anyone with opinions can co talk to , but cooperation in work is a must; this is an organizational principle."
His words were heavy, and the audience was silent. Zhang Lin saw several senior mbers like Wang Shunye bowing their heads, their expressions unclear.
"Director Zhang," Dean Chen turned to him, "say a few words."
Zhang Lin stepped forward, his voice not loud but very clear: "Dean Chen’s words I will keep in mind. I know I am young and my seniority is shallow; many teachers present are older and more experienced than . I dare not say that I am stronger than everyone, only that I’m more fortunate, fortunate enough to have studied under Professor Yang at Sanbo for several years, and fortunate to have seen more cases. In future work, I will teach everyone what I learned at Sanbo without reservation. We will progress together and manage this departnt well together."
anwhile, on the eighth floor, the sa process was taking place. In the doctors’ office, doctors and nurses lined up, and Dean Chen announced the appointnts, with Little Five stepping forward to make his statent.
"Hello everyone, I am Lu Xiaowu, you can just call Little Five. When I was at Sanbo, my colleagues called this, and it’s beco a habit, it feels familiar," he said with a smile, his gaze sweeping across the room. "Standing here today, honestly, I feel a little nervous. Not because I’m afraid of taking responsibility, but because I see so many senior teachers, and feel that my seniority is shallow and my experience is insufficient, fearing I might let down the trust of the hospital leadership, and also fearing I won’t lead this team well."
He paused, his tone sincere: "But then I thought, what is the eighth floor? It’s the flagship departnt of the City Hospital, a place built by Director Zhao and everyone here with hard work. What qualifications do I, Lu Xiaowu, have to take over this class? It’s not because I am stronger than others, but because I am lucky, lucky to have studied under good teachers at Sanbo, lucky to have seen so cases, lucky to have learned a few tricks."
Zhao Quan stood in the front row, his smile becoming a bit more natural.
"So I’m thinking, how should I perform my duties as a director?" Little Five continued, "It’s not about managing you, it’s about us working together. I will impart everything I learned at Sanbo without reservation. I also humbly ask for the experience each teacher here has accumulated, and learn sincerely. We should learn from each other, complent each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and polish the sign of the eighth floor, so that when people ntion the City Hospital’s Orthopedics outside, they give a thumbs up!"
Soone in the audience nodded slightly, the atmosphere noticeably more relaxed than on the seventh floor.
"Of course," Little Five changed the subject, but his tone remained gentle, "there are so rules from Sanbo that I think are good, and I want to gradually introduce them to our departnt. For example, pre-operative assessnts, if done more thoroughly, will increase patient safety; if surgical procedures are standardized, the long-term effect will be better; if post-operative managent is spot on, complications will be fewer. These things help build our departnt’s reputation and bring benefits to patients. What do the teachers think?"
He looked at Zhao Quan, his gaze was consultative rather than commanding.
Zhao Quan was taken aback for a mont, then nodded: "Director Lu makes sense, these are necessary."
"With Director Zhao’s support, I have more confidence," Little Five said with a smile, "as for how specifically to implent them, I rely on Director Zhao and all the teachers to discuss it with . I am young and my thinking may not be comprehensive; please offer more suggestions, and we will pool our wisdom and efforts. In short, we have the sa goal, which is for the good of patients and the departnt. Let’s work together to make the eighth floor prosper! In the future, when we go to academic conferences, we’ll have sothing to show and we’ll gain respect in the industry."
Applause erupted from the audience, much more enthusiastic than on the seventh floor. Little Five bowed in gratitude with actions that were appropriately humble yet asured.
Dean Chen watched from the side and nodded slightly. This Lu Xiaowu, he knows how to speak and conduct himself, and he is more tactful than Zhang Lin, soone who can bring people together.
The morning eting had just ended, and Zhang Lin was about to conduct his rounds when his phone suddenly rang. It was the Head of the dical Services Departnt, sounding urgent: "Director Zhang, quickly co to the Ergency Departnt, there’s a critically injured patient, Dean Chen wants you and Director Lu to head over together!"
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