I'll Make Sure You Live

Even at best, the patient's condition was nearly as bad as it could get.

The wound that began at the front of the uterus stretched all the way to the right.

Even the thickest part—the deep muscle layer—was almost completely pierced.

I'd already clamped one of the vessels that had been spurting blood earlier, but that was hardly enough to put me at ease.

‘…It's badly crushed.’

The uterine wall, which had taken the full force of the impact, was turning dark red and dying in several places.

Blood had already pooled heavily in the pelvic cavity. The one saving grace was that the bladder hadn't ruptured.

Both ureters were intact, too.

And blood was still reaching the ovaries.

There was still a chance to save it...