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

Then her consciousness sank completely into darkness.

……

When I woke up again, all I saw was a blinding white.

A white ceiling.

White walls.

White bed sheets.

The air was filled with an unpleasant smell of disinfectant.

Wow, it's a hospital.

Poetry and Wine blinked; their dry eyeballs ached from prolonged inactivity.

She tried to move her body, but found that her limbs felt as heavy as lead.

An IV needle was inserted into the back of her hand, and clear liquid was slowly flowing into her veins through a thin tube.

The ward was quiet.

No family members were there to accompany her, and no friends visited her.

The only sounds were the regular "beep, beep" of the electrocardiogram monitor and the occasional sound of rain coming from outside the window.

The torrential rain doesn't seem to have stopped.

Poetry and wine turned their heads and glanced at the bedside table.

There was a transparent plastic bag on top, containing her phone and wallet.

It was probably taken out of her pocket.

Apart from that, there was nothing there.

There were no flowers.

There is no fruit.

No one has ever come to see any trace of her.

'Too.'

Poetry and wine were thoughts swirling in my mind.

'I've only been in this world for a little over two months, and besides the Diamond Treasure, I don't know anyone.'

'And Diamond Treasure himself is still lying in a hospital bed.'

The door was pushed open.

A middle-aged woman wearing a white coat walked in.

She held a writing board in her hand, her expression complex, as if she were pondering something incomprehensible.

The doctor was slightly taken aback when he saw that Poetry and Wine had their eyes open.

"you're awake?"

“Diamond…Rare Treasure…”

Poetry and wine made his throat so dry that his voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"That silver-gray-haired horse girl?"

The blue and white figure they were pursuing was named Miracle: Chapter 84 Orphan

The doctor frowned slightly.

"She's in the next room, and her condition has stabilized."

"He has aspiration pneumonia and mild hypothermia. He needs to be hospitalized for observation for a few days, but his life is not in danger."

Poetry and wine eased his tense body slightly.

It's good that you're alright.

"Her school has already been contacted, and someone will come tomorrow to handle the relevant procedures."

The doctor paused.

"We've also contacted Treson Academy, and they said your emergency contact will be here to handle this soon."

"…Um."

The response from poetry and wine was rather bland.

After all, she was an orphan, so it was only natural that she wouldn't have an emergency contact.

Ok?

and many more?

Where would I get an emergency contact?

The doctor glanced at her but didn't say anything more about the topic.

But her brows furrowed even more deeply.

"But your body..."

She looked down at the writing board in her hand, then looked up at the poem and the wine, her confusion deepening.

"Can you tell me if you took any medication before you fell into the water? Or... is there any special physical condition we don't know about?"

Poetry and Wine frowned slightly, "...Why do you ask that?"

The doctor was silent for a few seconds, seemingly considering his words.

"To be honest, your situation is... very strange."

She flipped through the notes in her hand, her tone becoming cautious.

"Based on the situation at the scene, it is inferred that you were in the water for at least five to six minutes, during which a considerable period of time you were engaged in strenuous physical activity under severe oxygen deficiency—you were not only swimming in the turbulent river by yourself, but also dragging another person along."

“When you were brought here, your body temperature was only 32 degrees Celsius, which is considered moderate hypothermia. Your blood oxygen saturation was so low that, to be honest, I have never seen such a value in my 20 years of medical practice.”

The doctor's brow furrowed even more.

"Under normal circumstances, this level of hypothermia and hypoxia would cause irreversible brain damage at best, and at worst..."

She didn't say the word aloud, but poetry and wine knew what she wanted to say.

death.

"But your brain CT scan was completely normal. Your electrocardiogram was normal. All your organ function indicators are within the normal range."

The doctor put down his writing board and stared intently into the eyes of Poetry and Wine.

“You were only unconscious for less than three hours before you woke up on your own. And the horse girl you rescued—whose physical abilities should theoretically be much stronger than those of an ordinary human—is still unconscious.”

"This is not scientific."

The doctor's tone was filled with barely suppressed confusion.

“Your physical data tells me that you should already be dead, or at least be in the intensive care unit with tubes all over you.”

"But now you are lying awake in a regular ward, talking to me."

So I wanted to ask you—

"How did you even survive?"

Poetry and wine fell silent.

Of course she knew the answer.

Godolphin Arabia.

The power bestowed by that sea-blue goddess.

She was not allowed to die until she had completed the task assigned to her.

No matter how severe the injury.

No matter how intense the pain.

She won't die.

'Really…'

Poetry and Wine gave a bitter smile to their hearts.

'What a disgusting arrangement.'

'Forcing someone who wants to die to live...'

But she couldn't say those words to the doctor in front of her.

"…I have no idea."

Poetry and wine ultimately gave this weary reply.

"Maybe it was just luck."

The doctor was clearly not satisfied with this answer.

She stared at the poem and the wine for several seconds, as if trying to find some flaw in her face.

But the expression of poetry and wine is as calm as a stagnant pool, and nothing can be read from it.

"…All right."

The doctor finally sighed and wrote something on the whiteboard.

"In any case, your current physical condition is indeed fine."

"But I still recommend that you stay in the hospital for observation for 24 hours and undergo some more detailed examinations. Also..."

She paused, her tone becoming somewhat serious.

"It seems there's some issue with blood flow to your heart. It's not very serious, but further investigation is needed. Do you have a history of heart disease?"

"Have."

Poetry and wine offered a straightforward answer.

"That's even stranger..."

The doctor muttered something to himself and wrote something else on the whiteboard.

"Anyway, we'll talk about the check-up later. You should rest now, and if you need anything, just press the call button by your bedside."

"…it is good."

The doctor nodded, and as he walked to the door, he turned back to look at Poetry and Wine once more.

Then she pushed open the door and went out.

Silence fell over the ward once again.

The only sounds were the beeping of the electrocardiogram monitor and the pattering of rain outside the window.

Poetry and Wine lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling.

Ok…

There was a shallow water stain on the ceiling, shaped somewhat like a bird spreading its wings.

What do I need to do now?

The thought popped into my head.

A sense of emptiness washed over me like a tide.

It's a strange feeling.

It felt like something had been emptied from my chest, leaving a huge, cold void.

The wind howled mournfully as it passed through the hole.

To be honest, Poetry and Wine originally thought that since they had saved the Diamond Treasure, they should be feeling happy.

After all, she did indeed snatch her life back from the jaws of death.