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.
