Chapter 41

The coughing sent pain throbbing across Lily's chest. Her face turned purple from the exertion. Di Mo's patting was making it worse — his movements appeared light, but were actually incredibly forceful. Lily felt like her back was splitting along with her chest. She grabbed his hand to make him stop. "Don't," she said in between coughing. "It hurts."

At the sight of her face turning shades of red and purple from pain, Di Mo's face hardened and he let out a noncommittal grunt, though his hand stopped. He grabbed one of her hands and let her lean back against him.

Now that her back pain was gone, Lily rested with her back to Di Mo's chest, taking deep breaths to control her breathing.

He watched the woman in his arms quietly for a long moment before reaching up to wipe the beads of sweat that clung to her face. The bullet had missed her heart by a mere two centimeters. To them, that kind of injury was nothing, but to her, it was likely a major wound.

The doctor entered the room with numerous medical supplies in his arms. "Boss, it's time to change her dressing," he said. The man showed no reaction to seeing Lily lying in Di Mo's arms. The overlord's murderous gaze was embedded deeply in his mind and he had no desire to provoke him.

"Put it down and leave us," Di Mo ordered.

The doctor furrowed his brows, but complied. Briefly, he wondered who was going to change the patient's bandages. Unless the boss himself was going to? His lips twitched, but he kept his mouth shut as he left the supplies by the bed and quickly turned around and fled the room.

Di Mo took in the bandages and medicine laid out before him and then reached over to unbutton Lily's blouse, his face as impassive as ever. She was still leaning against him, evening out her breathing, but at his movements, she asked weakly, "You know how to change bandages?"

"No," he replied without stopping what he was doing.

Her eyes widened indignantly. Why was he doing it then if he didn't know what he was doing? All she did was accidentally run into the bullet when she was trying to dodge it; it was completely unnecessary to torment her like this. "I don't want to die yet," she said, reaching out and grabbing his hand.

"You won't." He brushed her hand away and opened the front of her blouse.

When she looked down, she saw that thick white bandages criss-crossed over her bare chest — she could see faint hints of rusty red stains on the cloth where her blood had seeped through. Then, suddenly realizing her state of dress, she jolted and flushed red. She grabbed the sides of her blouse with strength she didn't know she still had and covered herself back up.

Di Mo frowned. "What are you doing? Let go." Without waiting for her to obey, he simply grabbed her shirt and yanked it apart so powerfully that it tore.

"You aren't a doctor, how are you supposed to change my bandages? I want a doctor," Lily huffed, blushing furiously at her exposed body. It was no big deal if a doctor saw her naked as a patient, but why should she expose herself for anyone else?

"There is no doctor," the overlord said smoothly. He glared at her.

She paled upon seeing his eyes darken with the ever-familiar murderous anger. Curses swirled around her mind. Why did this guy want to kill someone every other second? She was a patient, for heaven's sake. Why did she have to deal with this ridiculously tyrannical attitude of his?

In the end, she sighed inwardly and released her hands, giving up. It wasn't as if she could beat him right now, especially in the state she was in.

Di Mo watched her relent in satisfaction. He liked people who listened to him. Mollified, he began applying the medicinal ointment to her wound.

"Ow! Geez, that hurts! Do it lighter," Lily complained. His movements were rough and abrasive and the pain made her feel like she wanted to kill someone. "Can you do this or not? Ow!"

"Stop moving and shut up," Di Mo seethed. He was pissed. This was the first time he ever changed anyone's bandages and the woman was complaining endlessly. In his opinion, the wound was even that big of a deal — honestly, such histrionics were wholly unnecessary.

Despite his annoyance, however, he relented, making his movements lighter and more deliberate. Still, he didn't believe he ever did it that harshly to begin with.

"Di Mo, are you trying to kill me?" He had applied the entire box of ointment onto her wound and was now pressing down on her chest with one large palm to prevent the medicine from dripping downwards. The pressure made her pain flare up and she was dripping in sweat. She snapped his full name, the pain driving her way past honorifics and respect.

The man in question paused, and his entire face tightened stonily as he glared down at Lily, whose face was twisted and creased in pain. After a short moment of stifling silence, he muttered, "If you keep yelling, I'm really going to kill you."

The brusqueness in his face made her quiet down and she spent the next few minutes focusing on her breathing instead. The pain was making it too difficult for her to keep speaking anyways. The only thing she could do was bear with Di Mo's barbaric application of her medicine.

She dealt with his ministrations like a prisoner being tortured, gnashing her teeth in impatience but keeping silent. Her patience reached its limit when she felt Di Mo rubbing the ointment on the side of her chest that was not wounded. "Di Mo, I'm not… hurt there," she ground out slowly, gritting her teeth furiously. She was currently too pissed off to care about modesty.