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

The sun was still dazzling, and the air was filled with the scorched smell of grass after it had been baked in the sun.

Poetry and Wine stood on the sidelines the whole time, wearing that black suit that absorbed a lot of heat, watching Diamond Treasure train like a tireless supervisor.

Finally, after a set of sprints.

"stop."

Poetry and wine brought training to a halt.

She raised her hand and casually wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

The skin there was frighteningly hot, and my vision began to blur slightly and double.

"Alright, this data is good. We can take a 20-minute break now."

After saying that, she did something that surprised Diamond Treasure.

Poetry and wine closed the black parasol in their hands.

Instead of keeping the umbrella for herself, she handed it directly to Lingzuan Qibao, who was covered in sweat and had a flushed face.

"Go sit in the shade, don't get sunburned."

Then, she took the recorder herself, turned around, and walked to an open space with no cover.

Poetry and Wine are preparing to organize the data from earlier.

Lingzuan Qibao blankly accepted the parasol that still carried the warmth of poetry and wine.

Looking at the other person's slender back, she felt a mix of emotions.

Then, Lingzuan Qibao, panting, walked to a clean spot on the training field and plopped down on the ground.

Holding a black umbrella, Lingzuan Qibao stared blankly at the figure still busy under the scorching sun not far away.

'Xiao Jiu... is such a kind person...'

'Even though I've been leaving him hanging for so long, he didn't yell at me, and he even gave me his only umbrella...'

Guilt began to overwhelm her like a tidal wave.

'I really went too far.'

'She's working so hard to help me, and I'm still sleeping…'

A strong impulse surged into my heart.

'No, I have to apologize to Xiao Jiu!'

'We absolutely must give it our all in the training from now on, otherwise we'll really be letting Xiaojiu down!'

Thinking this, Lingzuan Qibao gripped the umbrella handle tightly, and an unprecedentedly serious expression appeared on her round face.

She took a deep breath, stood up, and turned to walk towards poetry and wine.

however.

Just as she took that first step.

"Boom--!"

A dull thud abruptly shattered the tranquility of the training ground.

It sounded like a heavy object crashing to the ground without any cushioning.

"Ok?"

what sound?

Lingzuan Qibao stopped in his tracks, puzzled, and subconsciously looked over.

The sound seemed to be coming from the direction of Xiaojiu?

The next second, her pupils contracted sharply, and her heart skipped a beat.

The poem and wine that were just standing straight and organizing data were now lying on the scorching grass.

The notepad flew out of his hand, scattering papers all over the floor.

She was like a kite with a broken string, lifeless.

"A little wine!!!"

A terrified scream pierced the sky.

Without a second thought, Lingzuan Qibao dropped the black umbrella in her hand with a "thud" to the ground.

She took a step forward, bursting with unprecedented speed, and rushed frantically toward the fallen figure.

She rushed forward, knelt on the ground, and with trembling hands lifted the poem and wine from the ground and held them in her arms.

"Xiao Jiu! Xiao Jiu, wake up!"

The person in my arms had their eyes closed and showed no reaction.

Diamond Treasure quickly and carefully examined it—

Poetry and Wine's cheeks, which were originally slightly flushed from the high temperature, now appeared unnaturally pale, and her breathing was rapid and shallow.

When Diamond Treasure's hand touched her skin.

A cool sensation came from my fingertips.

These appear to be relatively severe symptoms of heatstroke.

I was exposed to the scorching sun for two and a half hours wearing a heat-absorbing suit.

Coupled with the previous emotional ups and downs, his already weak body, which was already struggling with poetry and wine, simply couldn't take it anymore.

We need to get to the infirmary right away!

Diamond Treasure made a judgment instantly.

Poetry and wine had completely clouded his mind at this moment, and his body was as limp as a lump of mud, unable to carry him at all.

With a determined effort, Lingzuan Qibao unleashed the extraordinary power of Ma Niang.

She reached out her arms, through the knees and back of poetry and wine.

Then, he simply swept her up in a princess carry, lifting the taller Shi and Jiu into his arms.

"Hang in there, Xiao Jiu!!"

With a look of anxiety on her face, she carried the black-haired horse in her arms and ran towards the infirmary.

The wind whistled past her ears; she had never felt so fast before.

……

"boom!"

The door to the infirmary was violently forced open.

The female doctor with short chestnut hair, who had been sitting idly in her chair spinning around, was startled when she heard the noise.

She looked up and saw Lingzuan Qibao rushing in, covered in sweat, carrying someone in her arms.

The doctor paused for a moment, then subconsciously made a joke.

"Hi there, Diamond Treasure! What's up? Do you have swimming lessons this afternoon too?"

"No, no!"

Lingzuan Qibao shook her head frantically, tears welling up in her eyes, and shouted loudly.

"It wasn't me! It wasn't me! The patient now is this one!!"

Lingzuan Qibao pushed the poems and wine in his arms forward.

The doctor followed her gaze.

When I saw the trainer, who was pale and delirious.

The doctor's nonchalant expression vanished instantly.

"That serious!"

She stood up abruptly, her expression becoming extremely serious and professional.

"Quick! Put her on that emergency bed over there! Turn down the air conditioning!"

While giving instructions, the doctor quickly took out towels and first-aid equipment from the cabinet.

"Hurry up! She's probably suffering from heat exhaustion!"

She felt somewhat uneasy.

'How could this happen? Ma Niang's physical condition isn't usually that bad; for her to get heatstroke, she probably has some kind of heart problem.'

The air conditioning in the medical room was turned down.

A gentle breeze whistled, trying to dispel the high temperature accumulated within the black-haired trainer's body.

The chestnut-haired female doctor moved nimbly, completely unlike her initial lazy demeanor.

She quickly unbuttoned the collar of her Poetry and Wine dress and placed the damp towel precisely on her neck, armpits, and groin.

At the same time, he kept wiping her burning limbs with alcohol-soaked cotton balls, using the evaporation of alcohol to carry away the heat.

"Don't just stand there! Go and prepare the saline solution over there, warm water, not too cold!"

The doctor gave instructions without turning his head.

P.S.: I keep my word. I added an extra chapter because there were six comments yesterday.

Next time, if twelve people comment here, I'll add another update.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: This book is about to be elbowed to death.

I checked the rankings on Miaoyu (a Chinese online forum), and this book has already fallen hundreds of miles away?

My reading score is too low; I'll be exiled tomorrow, or maybe not even that?

Show me, show ...

It's normal for you to ostracize me, after all, I've taken away a lot of people's cheese, cakes, pizzas, hamburgers, wontons, hot pot, fish and chips, roast duck, chicken cutlets, stinky tofu, macarons, braised pork, blanched kale, tamagoyaki, whole lamb, apple pie, mutton hot pot, instant noodles, roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), hot dry noodles, tempura, mutton soup with bread, braised lion's head meatballs, twice-cooked pork, fried rice, and fried noodles. There are also egg tarts, cream puffs, sushi, sashimi, rice noodle rolls, shrimp dumplings, claypot rice, snail rice noodles, roast meat, roasted gluten, candied hawthorn, donkey rolls, double-skin milk, ginger milk curd, mango pomelo sago, matcha ice cream, chocolate mousse, tiramisu, Peking duck, Chongqing spicy chicken, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, Dongpo pork, beggar's chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers, Mapo tofu, West Lake vinegar fish, squirrel mandarin fish, pizza rolls, hand-pulled pancakes, spring rolls, donkey intestines, lamb spine, big plate chicken, coconut chicken, preserved meat claypot rice, braised chicken rice, pan-fried buns, potstickers, soup dumplings, sugar-coated sesame cakes, donkey rolls, and pea flour cakes. Osmanthus cake, jujube paste pastry, layered cake, fresh flower cake, ice jelly, cold shrimp, shredded chicken cold noodles, dan dan noodles, Yibin burning noodles, Yanji cold noodles, Liuzhou pickled bamboo shoot and duck feet stew, Chaoshan braised goose, Shunde raw fish, Hainan chicken rice, Xinjiang hand-grabbed rice, Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles, Yunnan crossing-the-bridge rice noodles, Fuding sliced ​​meat, Fujian ginger duck, Shandong pancakes, Tianjin fried dough twists, Wuhan duck neck, Honglai chicken feet, Mongolian milk tea with fried rice, Tibetan butter tea with tsampa, Thai tom yum soup with mango sticky rice, French foie gras with red wine, Italian meat sauce pasta, Spanish seafood paella, German roasted pork knuckle, Russian borscht with rye bread.

The blue and white figure they were pursuing was named Miracle: Chapter 40 The Divine Doctor

"Yes Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Lingzuan Qibao hurriedly ran to the water dispenser to add water.

Her hands were trembling slightly, afraid that even a second's delay would hinder the treatment.

Time passed by, second by second.

As her body temperature slowly dropped, her tightly closed eyes finally stirred slightly.

Poetry and Wine felt as if they had been pulled out of a scorching furnace, their consciousness struggling to rise from the chaotic darkness.

My eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and my eyelashes trembled several times before I could barely open them up.

What came into view was a blurry white ceiling and an enlarged, round face full of anxiety.

The grayish-brown hairs fell onto Shi Yujiu's face, making her skin itch.

"...Where am I?"

The voices of poetry and wine are hoarse and dry, as if they have been sanded.

She spoke weakly.

My throat is burning, and even swallowing is difficult.

Shh—don't speak yet.

Dr. Chestnut's calm voice came through, so composed it was reassuring.

She reached out and touched Shi Yujiu's forehead, confirming that the fever had subsided considerably.

"You have suffered severe electrolyte loss and need to rehydrate."

The doctor turned to look at the Diamond Treasure: