Just then, Chen Gong pressed down hard, and a more copious, vividly colored stream of blood spewed directly out!
"How much?"
Chen Gong, drenched in sweat, hastily asked.
"60!"
"Sixty milliliters!"
"Too much!"
Fu Tao blurted out urgently.
Ma Baoqing's face turned ashen, "Blood pressure is only at 64 now!"
Chen Gong took a deep breath and said firmly, "I know!"
"The bleeding point is on the hepatic artery proper."
Chen Gong was well acquainted with this blood vessel.
What a nuisance!
Good old friend, indeed.
Ma Shuzhong had suffered a rupture of this very vessel.
And now...
This patient was in the same predicament.
At this moment, the scenario within Chen Gong's mind, the situation inside the abdominal cavity, became crystal clear.
Chen Gong cut straight to the chase:
"The patient has a ruptured pancreas, ruptured pancreatic veins."
"A rib has pierced the spleen, causing a splenic rupture, and there is damage to branches of the splenic artery."
