Kidnapped by a Dragon Billionaire - Chapter 77

Zi Mei had just eaten and was wondering how she could escape this luxurious prison Thorin Loong has brought her to when a door she didn’t notice earlier, opened. In walked the handsome Thorin Loong and he was behaving oddly. Instead of his confident strut, he was limping and she gasped when she saw blood dripping from him.

He clutched his side and winced as he headed towards her before collapsing on her feet. She gaped at the unconscious Thorin Loong lying on the floor. She bent down to check on him.

He is bleeding profusely from his abdomen from what appeared to be deep stabbing wounds. There were several gory stab wounds on his abdomen and blood is spurting out. Panicking, Zi Mei looked around for something to cover the wounds and stop the bleeding. She has learnt first aid, holding something against the wound could stop it for awhile until they get to a hospital.

There were no throw pillows around or rugs or even a blanket on the sofa. The whole living room was too simplistic. Looks like she had no choice. She pulled off her t-shirt, she has a singlet underneath, and placed it against his wounds, pressing hard with one hand.

Now what? She doesn’t have a working phone to call for an ambulance. There’s also the problem of not knowing the exit to this house. She looked at the door Thorin Loong just entered from.

Right.

That door should be the exit, she thought.

Now she needs an ambulance. She used another hand to dig through Thorin Loong’s pockets, first his jacket pockets, then his pants pocket. He should have his mobile phone somewhere.

“While I am flattered you couldn’t keep your hands off me, now is not a very appropriate time,” Thorin Loong muttered under his breath when she was sliding her hand into his pants pockets.

She gasped and withdraw her hands. He opened his eyes and looked at her.

“You are awake!” she exclaimed, pressing her hand a bit too hard on his wounds. He grunted in pain.

“Are you trying to kill me…” he groaned weakly.

“Sorry sorry…I was looking for a phone, I need to call for an ambulance for you,” she said.

“No, no ambulance,” he said. He closed his eyes and breathed in shakily. “I will heal….eventually, I just need….time,” he said.

What? Is he crazy? How is he going to heal from all these stab wounds?

“Don’t be ridiculous! You are not some self-healing superhero, you need medical help, I will not sit by and let you bleed to death,” Zi Mei told him.

“Give me your phone, I’ll call the ambulance,” she ordered him.

He opened his pain-filled eyes again and gave her a weak smile.

“Worried I’ll die here Lil Zi?” he asked.

Her heart raced at the words Lil Zi and she doesn’t know why. It felt both familiar and intimate.

“Yes, I don’t want to be accused of murdering the billionaire CEO in his home, I am covered in your blood!” Zi Mei replied. Her hands and clothes are covered in his blood. Her shirt that she held against his wound is now soaked through with his blood.

“You are losing a lot of blood, please, we really need to take you to the hospital,” she said. If he continues to bleed this way, he could die from the blood loss.

“It’ll stop eventually,” he rasped.

If he wasn’t injured and looked like he is dying from serious wounds, she would have hit him for his stubbornness. She leaned forward and stuck her hand back into his pants pocket to find his phone.

“Impatient aren’t you? We can get to it when I’m better,” Thorin Loong murmured.

Zi Mei ignored him. She couldn’t find his phone in that pocket so she tried another pocket. It wasn’t there either. Why doesn’t he have his phone with him?

“Were you mugged? I can’t find your phone or wallet,” she said.

“You can sort of say that…” he replied. He winced again and closed his eyes. “Just let me rest for a moment,” he said.

Zi Mei remembered all those movies where in situations such as this, the person bleeding profusely must not be allowed to go to sleep. They might not wake up. So, she did what she saw most people did in the movies.

She slapped him but not too hard, just enough to wake him up.

“Wake up! Don’t sleep! You can’t go to sleep!” she said.

He opened his eyes and winced. “Did you just slap me?” he asked.

She nodded and glared at him.

“I will not have you dying here on the floor with my hand pressing on your wounds, so don’t even think of closing your eyes again!” she said.

She turned to look around. Where are his servants anyway? They should be here to offer help!

“Do you have a way to summon your servants? We need them to get medical help for you,” she said.

“No, we don’t need them…I told you, I will heal…eventually,” he said evenly. She growled in exasperation.

“Mister Thorin Loong, you are one annoying stubborn…ughhh…I don’t even know what to call you,” she said.

The door behind them opened at that moment and in walked Jessica. She looked at Zi Mei pressing her hands over Thorin Loong’s wounds as he lay on the floor, weak and semi-conscious.

“Thought you’d be here,” Jessica said. She didn’t look in the least surprised or alarmed by the wounded and bleeding Thorin Loong.

“Thorin, you know you heal better back at…” her words trailed off as she looked at Zi Mei. “Does she remember yet?” she asked instead.

Thorin Loong shook his head slightly. “No, keep it that way,” he said weakly.

Jessica sighed. Zi Mei looked at first Thorin Loong and then his wife, Jessica. What are they talking about?

“Remember what?” she asked Jessica, then she turned to look at Thorin Loong.

“Nothing,” Thorin replied. Jessica shrugged nonchalantly.

Zi Mei snapped out of it. Here is a man bleeding out and his wife is standing there as if having a casual conversation with them.

“Shouldn’t you be calling the ambulance now?!” she asked Jessica. The other woman raised an eyebrow and regarded her like she is some weird specimen.

“There’s no need for that,” she said. “A doctor is coming over,” she added. She took out her phone and tapped on it.

“What?” this is from Thorin. He struggled to push himself up but Zi Mei held him down.

“Don’t move, you are injured!” Zi Mei told him sternly.

“Pfffft,” Jessica clearly stifled a giggle. Zi Mei glared at her. What is wrong with her? Doesn’t she care that her husband is bleeding and could be dying?

“I don’t need a doctor!” Thorin said, lying back down.

“Yes you do!” Zi Mei said. She turned to look at Jessica.

“The doctor will be here soon enough,” Jessica said. Then as if her work is done, she strode to the sofa and sat down on it, leaning back and sighing.

“Cancel it!” Thorin Loong called out.

“No! You need a doctor!” Zi Mei said.

“I have already stopped bleeding,” Thorin told her. She removed her hands to check. True enough, the open gaping wounds have stopped bleeding somehow.

“How……” She asked, staring at his wounds in amazement.