"What to do after it's cleared? What to do next?" Zhu Qidong asked curiously. He didn't dare to question Li Zheng.

"After it's been cleared, of course we need a transplant," said Li Zheng.

Zhu Qidong frowned and said, "The thumb tendon is easy to deal with, as it's so thick. But the blood vessels and nerves, without a microscope, it would be difficult to examine with only microscope glasses!"

Li Zheng smiled and said, "Who says we can't do it without a microscope?"

Zhu Qidong shook his head. "It's possible to do it, but it's too difficult and there's no chance of any good results!"

Duan Jianhui and Xiang Yuanzhong also nodded repeatedly.

The reason why the municipal hospital has not yet developed specialized microsurgery is that it does not have a microscope, and therefore cannot replant severed fingers.

If a microsurgery department cannot perform replantation, can it still be called microsurgery?

Chen Dayong looked at Zhu Qidong and laughed, "I'm telling you again, you have to change your mindset. If you think a surgery is impossible, it's just because your ability limits your cognition. Here, everything is possible!"

Zhu Qidong was furious. After all, he had worked in a major hospital and had seen all sorts of surgeries. Why was his knowledge so limited at this point?

"Okay, I'd like to see how you perform a blood vessel transplant without a microscope!" Zhu Qidong stood behind Chen Dayong, not wanting to miss any details. After all, if this really worked, then his need for a microscope wouldn't be so urgent.

"Director Xiao, can the tourniquet be inflated?" Li Zheng asked.

Xiao Zhihua made an "OK" gesture and said, "It's already been done. The best effect of brachial plexus anesthesia lasts for three hours. Li Zheng, you need to maximize your time."

Li Zheng nodded and gave the order: "Tourniquet, inflate!"