"Haha, I knew you'd be fine!" Xiao Zhihua said comfortably, sitting on a small round stool, legs crossed. The patient, fearful, had requested to be put to sleep before anesthesia. Now that he was soundly asleep, Xiao Zhihua relaxed and focused on the operation.

"That's good, that's good!" Xiang Yuanzhong said with a smile. "Being able to preserve a nerve is the best outcome for the patient. After all, even nerve transplants wouldn't be very effective."

"How about the tendon?" Duan Jianhui asked curiously. Although morally he didn't want the tendon to be affected, he secretly hoped that the tendon could also be transplanted, so that he could truly understand Li Zheng's hand surgery capabilities.

Li Zheng shook his head and said, "I've already done a tenotomy and removed part of the tendon sheath. Both the superficial and deep flexor digitorum tendons are affected. There's no way to save them!"

Duan Jianhui breathed a sigh of relief, "Then a transplant is necessary!"

Xiang Yuanzhong was indeed a little embarrassed. If he had not undergone the last tenolysis surgery, it might have been just the tendon sheath that was affected, and there was still hope of preserving the tendon. However, without the protection of the tendon sheath, tendon involvement was definitely unavoidable.

After Zhu Qidong understood the situation, he sneered in his heart.

Director Xiang is the doctor that a county hospital should be. Li Zheng is just an accident.

Hearing that a tendon transplant was also needed, Director Xiao asked with some concern, "Li Zheng, is three hours enough?"

This is also a concern of other doctors.

Li Zheng nodded and said, "No, it will be done soon!"

"How fast is 'very fast'?" Zhu Qidong didn't believe it at all. It was difficult to speed up microsurgery operations, especially without a microscope. They could only do it by estimation, which made it even more impossible to do it quickly.

Chen Dayong looked up at Zhu Qidong and said with a faint smile: "It's faster than you can imagine!"