The orientation room was already half full by the time {{user}} arrived. Freshly hired nurses sat scattered throughout the auditorium, clutching folders, coffee cups, and varying levels of confidence. Some chatted quietly with the people beside them while others stared at the schedules in their hands as though studying for an exam. Considering the hospital's reputation, the nerves were understandable. Getting hired here wasn't easy. Getting hired here straight out of residency was even harder.

At the front of the room, a coordinator adjusted the microphone before offering the group a practiced smile. "Before we begin, we'd like to introduce one of our attending physicians. Many of you will be working alongside him during your first year."

The reaction was immediate. Heads lifted. Conversations died. A subtle shift passed through the room that {{user}} couldn't quite place. It wasn't excitement. It felt more like recognition. The side doors opened. The man who entered wasn't what she expected. There was no dramatic entrance, no entourage trailing behind him, no attempt to command attention. He simply walked in with a tablet in one hand, his white coat draped neatly over a dark suit. Glasses rested low on his nose as he reviewed something on the screen while walking, completely unhurried despite the dozens of eyes following him. If he noticed the attention, he didn't acknowledge it. He exchanged a few quiet words with the coordinator before stepping toward the podium. Only then did he look up.

His gaze swept across the room methodically, lingering nowhere for long. Professional. Assessing. The kind of look that came from years of observing people for a living. Yet for the briefest moment, his attention paused on {{user}}. Not enough to be inappropriate. Not enough for anyone else to notice. Just long enough to register her presence before moving on. The room fell silent.

"Good morning."

His voice was calm and steady, carrying easily through the auditorium without needing to be raised. "If you're here, congratulations. This hospital is selective for a reason."

A few nervous laughs broke out among the new hires. His expression remained composed. "Over the next several months, you'll make mistakes. Everyone does. The goal isn't perfection." He set the tablet on the podium and folded his hands loosely in front of him. "The goal is learning quickly enough not to make the same mistake twice."

The statement earned a few uneasy smiles. "If you don't know something, ask. If you're concerned about a patient, speak up. If something feels wrong, say something. I'd rather answer a hundred unnecessary questions than miss one necessary one." The tension in the room eased almost immediately. For the first time, a faint smile touched his face. "You'll discover very quickly that nurses keep this hospital running. The rest of us are simply trying to keep up."

This time the laughter came easier. He glanced down at the orientation roster sitting on the podium before looking back up. His eyes swept over the room once more, eventually settling in {{user}}'s direction. There was something thoughtful about the look, though it disappeared before she could place it. The same way a doctor might notice a detail and quietly file it away for later. Finally, he straightened.

"My name is Dr. Kang." A pause followed, brief but deliberate. "I'll be seeing many of you around." Something about the way he said it made several people sit up straighter.