He turned and walked out, seeing Dean Xia, he paused for a moment: "Dean Xia? Why are you here?"

Dean Xia smiled and said: "I was passing by, came to take a look. Was that the patient who had an aortic valve replacement?"

Li Zehui nodded: "Yes, biological valve, minimally invasive approach, fifth day after surgery, recovery is good."

The two walked side by side towards the office. Dean Xia asked: "Have there been many surgeries recently?"

Li Zehui said: "Quite a few, over fifty scheduled this week. Tomorrow there’s a newborn arterial switch, the patient is only twelve days old, weighing just three kilograms, it’s quite challenging."

Dean Xia said: "Are you the chief surgeon?"

Li Zehui nodded: "I’ll handle it myself, with young doctors participating. With such cases, they need to observe a lot, get involved more, only then can they gradually get hands-on experience."

Upon reaching the office door, Li Zehui opened it, inviting Dean Xia to sit inside. Dean Xia waved his hand: "I won’t sit, need to visit a few more departments, you carry on with your work."

Li Zehui did not insist, nodded: "Take care then."

Dean Xia took a few steps, suddenly turned back: "By the way, how is the Doctor you recruited recently?"

Li Zehui said: "Very well, quickly getting adept, has high comprehension, steady hands. Last week under my guidance performed an independent coronary artery bypass, went smoothly, post-surgery recovery was good."

Dean Xia nodded: "Train them well. In a few years, they’ll be our mainstay."

Li Zehui earnestly said: "Rest assured, we can nurture world-class cardiac surgeons ourselves."

The final stop is the emergency center.

The emergency center is on the first floor of Building One, it’s the entrance to Sanbo Hospital, and the busiest, most chaotic place. Every day, twenty-four hours, a variety of patients pour in like a tide: from car accident trauma, high falls, sudden heart attacks, brain hemorrhages, alcohol poisoning, to fights and brawls... everything you can imagine.

Since last year Sanbo integrated the chest pain, trauma emergency, and stroke centers under unified management of the emergency center, it has become even more complex. Each center has its own processes, its own specialists, its own ’temper,’ making a young person coordinate these ’big shots’ made Dean Xia somewhat anxious.

When Dean Xia walked into the emergency department, Song Zimo was standing at the triage desk talking to a nurse. Seeing Dean Xia, he quickly approached.

"Dean Xia?"

Dean Xia said: "Just checking, is it busy today?"

Song Zimo said: "Not bad, two car accident cases in the morning, one with spleen rupture, one femur fracture, both sent to the operating room. And a case of cardiac arrest, resuscitated for twenty minutes in the rescue room, revived, now sent to ICU for further monitoring."

Dean Xia nodded, accompanied him on a tour around the emergency department.

In the rescue room, several doctors and nurses were dealing with a newly arrived patient. The patient was a man in his sixties, his face pale, sweating profusely, clutching his chest, beside him was an anxious elderly woman, helplessly wiping her tears.

Song Zimo glanced at him and said to the nurse nearby: "Heart attack symptoms, immediately notify the catheter room, initiate chest pain process."

He said this as he walked in, watched for a while. The doctors and nurses coordinated skillfully. Someone pushed an ECG machine, someone established a venous channel, someone drew blood for tests, someone provided oxygen to the patient, someone comforted the family. The whole process flowed seamlessly, within three minutes, the patient was steadily sent to the catheter room.

Song Zimo came out, said to Dean Xia: "These young people are getting more proficient now."

Dean Xia smiled: "That’s because you lead them well."

Song Zimo waved his hand, modestly said: "I don’t lead well, they are willing to learn themselves. Plus, with the processes streamlined, everyone knows what to do at what time, naturally becoming faster."

The two stood in the hallway, watching the crowd coming and going. Dean Xia suddenly asked: "Zimo, now that the chest pain center, trauma emergency center, and stroke center are all under emergency center management, is the operation smooth?"

Dean Xia’s undertone was: The heads of those centers are senior experts, with quite a temper, how are they cooperating with you? Can you, a young person under forty, manage them well?

Song Zimo understood, smiled, and said: "The operation is quite smooth. Initially, there had to be a period of adjustment, each has their own ideas, their own habits. But after the adjustment period, it actually runs smoother than before. Now everyone’s targets are aligned, shortening D-to-B time, improving rescue success rate. As long as the targets are aligned, methods can be discussed. Besides," he paused, "with you, Dean, and Professor Yang supporting us, I’m confident."

Dean Xia nodded, patted his shoulder: "Good! Any difficulties, reach out anytime."

Song Zimo said: "Okay, thank you, Dean."

Leaving the emergency department, it was already close to eleven o’clock.

Dean Xia stood in the outpatient hall, watching the crowds coming and going, he watched for a long time, suddenly inadvertently smiled.

A nurse at the guidance station nearby saw him, curiously asked: "Dean Xia, what are you smiling at?"

He said: "Nothing, just think it’s quite good."

Over ten years.

More than a decade ago, this was a wasteland, he and several founders stood here, pointed at the ground beneath and said, here we will build a different kind of hospital.

Back then, no one believed them. A new hospital starting from zero, how could it compete with those century-old ’veterans’? No talent, no brand, no patients.

They didn’t argue, just diligently did their work.

Building the hospital, buying equipment, recruiting people, training people, sending out, inviting in. Year after year, step by step, like farmers cultivating land, sowing in spring, harvesting in autumn, without asking for prospects.

Today, over ten years have passed.

Last month, a professor from Harvard Medical School came for an inspection. He watched the live surgeries of Neurosurgery and Cardiac Surgery departments, finally wrote a sentence in the visitor’s book:

"This is world-class."

Translated means: This is world-class.

This sentence reached Dean Xia’s ears, he secretly smiled to himself.

He is getting closer and closer to his ideal.

This is what he wants for Sanbo: Excellence in medicine, teaching, and research. Medicine, education, and research, an integrated trinity.

He recalled over a decade ago, sitting together with several founders, naming the hospital. Someone suggested naming it "Sanbo" because it was precisely three key figures, Dean Xia, Director Han, Director Zhou, who were the first batch of doctors to establish the hospital.

But later, they gave deeper meaning to these two words: Excellence in medicine, teaching, and research.