I might feel happy for them if I had reason to believe they were showing me a thumb whole and fully functioning again after being skillfully sewn back in place, followed by a few weeks of remedial therapy, after a nasty accident while trying to free a jammed threshing machine (some of us still bloody well work for a living you know, and no 9 to 5 seat polishing in a nice warm pansy office either!)
I would order the useless incompetent executed immediately, with the unwanted thumb shoved up his * * * *. I would then send another warrior back to sever me a finger, as I first instructed, and be quick about if too, for my patience is almost exhausted.