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

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'I need to pay back the money, but how am I supposed to pay it back...'

Poetry and wine—I close my eyes, and my mind begins to race.

How to pay it back?

She doesn't have much money right now.

Although the trainer's salary is still being paid, she hasn't been in this world for long and can't save much at all.

Moreover, given her current physical condition, she won't be able to work for a while.

How to do?

She thought about it for a long time.

Then--

An idea popped into my head.

Subsequent treatment.

Riko Kashimoto prepaid for the subsequent rehabilitation treatment.

But what if she doesn't get this treatment?

That money can be saved.

The money saved—

You can buy insurance.

The beneficiary shall fill in the application form.

In that case, what if something happens to her—

No, poetry and wine are planning to actually cause some trouble in the end.

Consider it a way of repaying Riko Kashimoto.

That money can at least pay off part of it.

This is not a good idea.

It could even be described as a very foolish idea.

But the resentful poetry and wine could think of no other way now.

She picked up her phone and started looking up insurance information.

The screen light shone on her pale face as she looked at the terms one by one, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

My body still hurts.

The awful pain had no cause and its source could not be found.

The nurses came to check on her several times during her stay, and each time they said there was nothing wrong with her body.

There were no external or internal injuries, and all indicators were normal.

"It's probably a stress reaction after drowning," the nurse said. "It'll be fine in a few days."

But poetry and wine know that's not the case.

You will absolutely not die; at most... you'll just be in constant pain.

Even without any wounds on the body, the pain persists.

From the moment I woke up until now, I haven't stopped for a single moment.

Poetry and Wine: Take a deep breath and force yourself to focus your attention on the phone screen.

Insurance terms, beneficiaries, and claim conditions.

She looked at each one and memorized them one by one.

It took her a while to put her phone down.

I've learned everything I needed to know.

Next, we should go check out the Diamond Treasures.

Poetry and Wine propped themselves up on the edge of the bed, their movements slow.

This body is too weak; every movement makes the pain more pronounced.

It felt like something was darting around inside her body, trying to get out from between her bones.

She gritted her teeth, moved her legs to the edge of the bed, and then slowly stood up.

I feel a little dizzy.

Poetry and Wine stood for a while, leaning against the bedside table, until the dizziness subsided, before walking towards the door.

The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of nurses' footsteps coming from afar.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting dappled patterns on the floor.

Poetry and wine walked slowly along the corridor, and with each step, the pain in my body throbbed.

It felt like someone was pricking her with needles.

One moment, one moment.

Another one.

Poetry and Wine's face grew paler and paler, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But she didn't stop.

The room of the Diamond Treasure was at the other end of the corridor, the door was half open, and voices could be heard coming from inside.

Poetry and Wine paused at the door, wiped the sweat from their brows, and then knocked.

"Please come in—"

A familiar voice rang out.

Poetry and Wine pushed open the door and went inside.

The ward was well-lit; sunlight streamed in through the windows, bathing everything in a warm yellow hue.

Lingzuan Qibao was sitting on the hospital bed, her long silver-gray hair draped over her shoulders, and her complexion was much better than Shi Yujiu had imagined.

Although still somewhat pale, at least it wasn't as bloodless as before.

His light green eyes paused for a moment when he saw her, then lit up.

"Trainer?"

She paused for a moment, seemingly finding the form of address somewhat unfamiliar, and then changed her words:

"A little wine."

Her voice was still a little weak, but she was noticeably more energetic than before.

The silver-gray horse's ears stood up and swayed gently, while its tail wagged behind it.

"Why are you here? Your injury—"

"I am fine."

Poetry and Wine walked to the bedside, pulled up a chair, and sat down.

The moment I sat down, the pain in my body intensified for a second.

She frowned slightly, but quickly regained her composure.

How are you?

"I... feel much better."

Diamond Treasure lowered its head, its silver-gray horse ears drooped slightly, and its voice became a little softer.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 99 Is that so?

"The doctor said I can be discharged after a few more days of observation. However, my body still needs to recover slowly, and I cannot engage in high-intensity training for a short period of time."

She paused, looked up, and a hint of guilt appeared in her light green eyes.

"I'm sorry... because of me, you got hurt too..."

"I'm not hurt."

The tone of the poem and the wine is very plain.

That's the truth, she really wasn't injured.

At least from a medical perspective, her body is perfectly healthy.

only--

It just hurts.

But there's no need for Diamond Treasure to know this.

"Then get some rest."

Poetry and wine.

"Um……"