Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

"Blood pressure 60/40! And it's still dropping."

"Ventricular fibrillation, prepare the defibrillator. Quickly!"

"Adrenaline 1mg IV push, prepare for endotracheal intubation."

This is a top-tier medical center that only racehorse girls are qualified to enter, and it is wholly owned by the Symbol family.

The doctors here are used to seeing all kinds of sports injuries, such as fractures and tendon ruptures.

"Charging complete! Move aside!"

"boom"

Poetry and wine bounced up suddenly under the impact of the electric current, then fell heavily back down.

"If sinus rhythm is not restored, try again, 300 joules."

Amidst the pungent smell of disinfectant, Poetry and Wine kept their eyes tightly shut.

She can't feel pain or hear anything.

First aid outdoors.

The heavy soundproof door separated the life and death inside from the conversation outside, creating two separate worlds.

Rudolf symbolizes someone standing alone at the end of a corridor.

Her rain-soaked coat had been taken off and handed to her attendant, but her shirt was still damp and felt slightly chilly against her back.

She didn't sit down, but instead leaned against the cold wall, arms crossed over her chest.

The purple eyes that always seemed to be in control were now staring at the pale fluorescent light above, their gaze dark and unfathomable.

"Young Master."

The side door of the emergency room opened, and an elderly man with gray hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked out.

He was the director of the hospital and also the physician to the Symbolist family, who had watched Rudolf grow up.

The old man took off his fogged-up mask, his expression somewhat solemn.

"How is the situation, Dr. Furukawa?"

Rudolf symbolically lowered his arm, and his voice regained its composure.

"It's terrible. You could say it's... a complete mess."

Dean Guhe sighed, not concealing the illness from the fact that the other party was the young master of the Symbol family.

"Severe arrhythmia, accompanied by acute heart failure. There is fluid in her lungs, and the most troublesome thing is her physical condition..."

The old doctor pushed up his glasses, his eyes sharpening.

“Young Master, does this child have any medical history? During my examination just now, I found that her heart development is… very strange. This doesn’t seem to be caused by simple overexertion.”

Rudolf paused for a moment in silence.

She turned her head and looked through the glass window in the door at the figure inside receiving emergency treatment.

"No medical records."

Her voice lowered.

"She is an orphan."

"orphan?"

Dr. Furukawa was taken aback.

“I found her in a back alley in Tokyo a year ago.”

Rudolf's gaze drifted into the distance.

"At that time, she was working odd jobs at a small shop."

"She has no household registration and doesn't even know her own birthday. She only knows that her name is 'Poetry and Wine'."

At this point, Rudolf's symbolic fingers unconsciously rubbed the buttons on his cuffs.

"When I first sent her for a medical examination, the report showed that she was severely malnourished. Her height and weight were far below the average for racehorses of the same age."

"At the time, doctors speculated that due to prolonged hunger and homelessness, her organ development may have suffered irreversible damage..."

Dr. Furukawa's brow furrowed even more.

"In other words, is the suspected cause of myocardial damage due to adverse environmental conditions? Or is it that congenital heart disease has been exacerbated by malnutrition?"

"I cannot confirm."

Rudolf shook his head symbolically.

“That child… is too withdrawn. I tried to give her a more thorough examination, but she firmly refused.”

"Furthermore, after some time, the school clinic's tests showed that her physical fitness data had returned to normal... and she even showed amazing talent."

Rudolf symbolizes clenching his fist, his nails digging deeply into his palm.

"I thought she was healthy."

"But this is just an illusion."

Dr. Furukawa said somewhat angrily.

"Based on the data, this child's health problems started a month ago."

The old man seemed to have misunderstood something. He picked up the medical record folder in his hand and said in a serious tone.

“Rudolf, listen. This time we can bring her back with the best equipment and medicine. But…”

"If this child's heart problem is diagnosed as an irreversible organic lesion."

"So, as a doctor and as an elder who has watched you grow up, I must give you a warning in advance."

Dr. Furukawa stared into Rudolf's eyes and said, word by word:

"That match just now might have been... her last match in her life!"

These words struck Rudolf hard in the heart.

The student council president, who always talked about the happiness of horse racing girls, felt his throat go dry and couldn't say a word.

She turned around and looked inside through the glass window.

The electric shocks stopped.

The lines on the electrocardiogram monitor turned into a faint wave.

"Drip...drip...drip..."

……

The annoying sounds of the instruments seemed to have faded into the distance.

Along with the excruciating pain of being burned in his chest and the agonizing screams of his shattering bones, all receded like a tide at this moment.

"Splash... splash..."

A soft voice came from behind.

It was the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Poetry and wine slowly opened their eyes.

All around, from top to bottom and left to right, was a deep and tranquil sea blue.

Beneath her feet was not muddy grass, but a calm, mirror-like surface of water, reflecting her perfectly intact black victory outfit.

The sky was cloudless, with countless twinkling stars slowly flowing through the space.

'here it is……'

She raised her hand blankly.

Her body was incredibly light, as if she had never been injured.

"Awake?"

A light and bright voice rang in my ears without warning.

Poetry and wine look back with doubt.

In the center of the void stood a goddess with long, sea-blue hair.

She was standing quietly on the water, looking at her with a gentle expression.

"Gao Duofeng Arabic...?"

Poetry and Wine unconsciously touched his chest, where the phantom pain still lingered.

"It's me."

Godolphin Arab said, stepping on the water.

Dark Meteor: Sad News (Unable to update today)

The property management had a power outage on the first day of the Lunar New Year. I don't know if the staff are on holiday; it might not be fixed until tomorrow. My computer was almost out of battery, and the update I had just finished writing was completely lost when the computer restarted due to the power outage. I'm so worried I can't sleep tonight.

I'll try to update more tomorrow once the power is back on. I'm really upset; I had time to write about this whole ordeal. At first, I thought it was a power outage and spent ages fixing it, only to get scolded by my dad who asked what I was doing in the middle of the night.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 248 I Know You

"It's nice to see you again, Xiao Jiu."

With a helpless sigh, Godolphin Arabia's figure became clear.

She didn't put on any airs of divinity; she simply stood with her hands on her hips, her deep, ocean-like eyes revealing a profound weariness.

Poetry and Wine subconsciously straightened up and asked somewhat nervously.

Why am I here?

"Is it because of... our previous agreement? You said that as long as I win the Undefeated Two Championships, you will come to find me again."

"Eh--"

Godolphin drew out the Arabic phrase, then let out a heavy sigh.

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean?"

Poetry and Wine tilted his head, his indifferent expression appearing somewhat stiff with confusion.

The azure goddess seemed to have a headache. With a wave of her hand, several streaks of light flashed across the sky, and a few faintly glowing stars fell into the water, creating ripples.

One of the stars slowly rose, hovering before the poetry and wine, radiating a soft halo.

"To be honest, I originally planned to stop interfering in your life completely after the last script was finished."

Godolphin Arabia walked step by step on the water.

"After all, I could tell last time in the script world that you had a serious problem with your mental state. Even though there were better solutions, you insisted on choosing the most extreme and wasteful one."

"Why is your self-destructive tendency so strong? I can sense that you often deliberately let things go in a bad direction."

"And with your awkward personality, you're deliberately trying to cause trouble, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine's gaze wavered slightly.

She subconsciously raised her hand, her fingers unconsciously twirling the strands of hair by her ear.

"I said that I saved your life so that you could find your own meaning and enjoy running."

Godolphin Arabia paused before poetry and wine, his gaze sharpening.

"The problem is, it was one thing for you to go crazy in the script last time, but why are you treating your life like a disposable item in real life?"

The sea-blue goddess leaned down slightly, her face showing displeasure as she approached Poetry and Wine, with a hint of accusation in her expression.

She looked down at the poetry and wine, her tone gradually becoming stern.

“I saw with my own eyes that you hid your physical abnormalities and even secretly swallowed painkillers before the derby.”

"—?!"