The emergency room held its breath.Every pair of eyes was fixed on Carl Thompson.Even the machines seemed quieter noweach beep echoing louder in the tense silence.The senior doctor folded his arms. “Explain.”Carl didn’t hesitate.“The internal bleeding isn’t the primary issue,” he said calmly. “It’s a secondary reaction.”Murmurs rippled through the room.Huston scoffed from the side. “That makes no sense. Internal bleeding is always”“It’s being triggered,” Carl cut in, his tone still even, but firm enough to stop him.Huston’s mouth snapped shut.Carl continued, pointing toward the patient’s abdomen. “There’s a rupture, yesbut that alone wouldn’t cause this level of instability.”He shifted his gaze to the monitors.“The real problem is the blockage.”“Blockage?” one of the nurses repeated.Carl nodded. “A severe internal obstruction disrupting blood flow and pressure balance. If we treat the bleeding without addressing it, the body will keep deteriorating.”The senior doctor’s