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

No response.

The horse girl with the tuft of hair lay on her back in the mud, her long, silvery-gray hair scattered all over the ground.

Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

His lips were a horribly bluish-purple, and his eyes, which were usually full of smiles, were tightly closed.

Poetry and Wine leaned down, pressing their ears close to her mouth and nose.

He is not breathing.

Her hand trembled as she reached for the diamond-studded treasure's neck.

The pulse was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

"No...no no no—"

Poetry and Wine's pupils contracted sharply, and their hearts felt as if they were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.

She had no time to be afraid.

There was no time to crash.

She had to act.

Poetry and Wine quickly turned Diamond Treasure's body to the side, turning her face to one side.

Then she raised her hand and slapped the Diamond Treasure's back hard—

"Clap-pop-pop-"

One, two, three—

He gave it his all with every move.

"Gu..."

A stream of murky water gushed from the mouth of the Diamond Treasure, mixed with mud and sand, and spilled onto the ground.

But not enough.

Her chest remained still.

Poetry and wine turn diamonds and treasures back to their supine positions.

Then, supporting the back of her neck with one hand and pressing her forehead with the other, carefully tilting her head back.

Open the airway.

She inserted her finger into the baby's mouth to confirm that there were no foreign objects blocking it.

Her fingertips touched some mud, sand, and bits of grass, which she quickly cleared away.

The blue and white figure they were pursuing was named Miracle: Chapter 83, Drop by Drop

Then--

Artificial respiration.

Poetry and Wine: Take a deep breath and bend down.

She pinched the little diamond-shaped gem's nose with one hand, then pressed her lips against its cool, bluish-purple surface.

This was the first time she had ever kissed someone.

Even under these circumstances, the absurd thought still flashed through her mind.

But it was only for a moment.

The next moment, she forcefully blew the air from her lungs into the mouth of the Diamond Treasure.

Diamond Treasure's chest cavity bulged slightly, then collapsed again.

It is not breathing on its own yet.

Poetry and Wine straightened up, crossed his hands, and placed the heels of his palms on the center of the diamond-shaped treasure's sternum.

Press.

"one two three four……"

She counted silently in her mind, stretched out her arms, and pressed down with the weight of her upper body.

Each compression should press down the sternum by at least five centimeters, and each compression should cause the heart to be squeezed by external force, pumping blood throughout the body.

"...twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty—"

Thirty presses complete.

Poetry and Wine leaned down again, pinched the nose of the Diamond Treasure, and blew air into her mouth.

once.

twice.

Then continue pressing.

"one two three four……"

The rain kept pelting her back, icy cold.

Her arms began to ache, and her muscles trembled violently from the exhaustion she had just endured in the river.

Each press was more difficult than the last, and each time I felt like I was about to give up.

But she didn't stop.

can't stop.

"...twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty—"

Bend over again and blow air again.

Her lips pressed tightly against the cool lips of the diamond-like treasure, transferring the air from her lungs—her life—to her little by little.

Please…

Please wake up...

"one two three four……"

Press.

Blow air.

Press.

Blow air.

Poetry and wine have repeated themselves countless times.

Her consciousness began to blur, her vision began to darken, and the muscles in her arms felt like they were being torn apart.

But she still didn't stop.

"cough--!!"

A violent cough suddenly rang out.

The diamond-shaped treasure arched its body suddenly and vomited out large mouthfuls of river water.

The murky, muddy river water gushed from her mouth, splashing onto the muddy ground and onto her hands, which were filled with poetry and wine.

"Cough cough cough—cough—vomit..."

Her body was convulsing violently as she coughed and gagged, desperately trying to inhale air.

"Qizi..."

The voices of poetry and wine were so hoarse they were almost inaudible.

She trembled as she helped the diamond-cut treasure sit up and laid her on her side so she could cough up the water from her lungs.

She gently patted the back of the diamond-cut treasure, her movements much gentler than before.

"Cough cough...cough...a little...a little wine...?"

The voice of the diamond-like treasure was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Her light green eyes struggled to open a crack, gazing blankly at the person before her.

"it's me……"

Poetry and wine brought a sudden stinging sensation to my eyes.

"You're alright...you're alright..."

She gently pulled the diamond-cut treasure into her arms, supporting the back of her head with one hand and letting her lean on her shoulder.

The downpour continued, the icy rain relentlessly washing over the two of them.

Only the faint breathing of the Diamond Treasure reached my ears.

However, we cannot rest yet.

With trembling hands, Shi Yujiu pulled his phone from the pocket that had been dragging on the ground.

Fortunately, although I got wet in the rain, the material of the jacket prevented the rainwater from flowing directly into my pockets.

The screen was still lit.

There is still a signal.

Poetry and wine were almost impossible to control; it took several seconds to unlock the screen.

"...This is a forest in the Tama area near Fuchu City... Someone has fallen into the water...An ambulance is needed..."

Her voice was so hoarse that it was unrecognizable.

Poetry and wine intermittently gave the approximate location.

The operator on the other end of the phone was still verifying the information, and Poetry and Wine managed to answer a few questions.

Then switch the phone to hands-free mode and place it beside you.

She no longer had the strength to hold up her phone.

Diamond Treasure was still coughing weakly in her arms, its silver-gray horse ears drooping limply.

The body trembled constantly due to the cold and weakness.

Poetry and wine drew her even closer.

He tried to offer her the little warmth he had left with his equally cold body temperature.

"The ambulance is coming soon..."

Poetry and wine whispered, comforting the precious diamond.

"Hang in there a little longer..."

"It'll be ready soon..."

The rain poured down.

Thunder rumbled.

The two of them embraced each other, kneeling on the muddy riverbank, waiting for rescue to arrive.

……

The siren of an ambulance pierced the noise of the downpour.

Poetry and Wine can hardly remember how the rescuers found them.

She only remembered that several beams of flashlight light pierced through the rain and shone on them.

"There...is..."

Someone is shouting something.

When she was lifted onto the stretcher, her hand seemed to be tightly gripping the fingers of the diamond treasure, refusing to let go.

Finally, a gentle female voice whispered in her ear:

"It's alright, you two will both be fine. Please rest assured and leave her with us."