One thing that always shocked me was just how big the exit wound of a bullet was compared to the entrance.
The entrance wound was a bit bigger than the size of a nickel, but I could probably put my whole fist in the exit.
It had utterly destroyed the patient's back, and I had to pause for a moment to think about how I was going to deal with this.
I hadn't dealt with a wound like this since I lived in Toronto, and even then, I might see one every couple of years. I don't really think they even covered it in medical school here in Country K.
The skin around the wound showed outward beveling of the tissue, but the blood seemed to have clotted since it was no longer bleeding. Happy that I didn't need to worry about him losing any more blood, I placed the same numbing cream on the outside of the wound.
