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Some time later, in Tracen Academy's internal infirmary... Rather than an infirmary, it was almost indistinguishable from an integrated hospital.
Tracen Academy has an infirmary specifically for Uma Musume and Trainers to rest when they feel unwell, as well as internal medical facilities capable of urgently treating various injuries, such as fractures.
After Mejiro McQueen and her group helped Imanami to the infirmary, Mejiro McQueen quickly went for an X-ray.
After the Mejiro Family's attending physician arrived, a series of examinations and emergency treatments were performed.
"Hmm..."
"—How is it, Doctor?" Mejiro McQueen asked somewhat nervously.
Beside Mejiro McQueen, Wada and Ikezoe, along with their담당 Uma Musume, Curren Chan and Meisho Doto, all waited with serious or anxious expressions for the Mejiro Family's attending physician's judgment.
"Periostitis, just as Trainer Imanami said." The serious-faced attending physician nodded gravely, uttering words that made everyone present feel a pang of worry.
However, the next second, the attending physician's tone took a sharp turn, and he said lightly:
"Fortunately, it was discovered in time and is not too serious.
It only requires one injection, some oral medication, and no strenuous exercise for a week.
I believe she will recover very quickly."
"R-really?"
Upon hearing this news, the most excited were Trainer Wada and Ikezoe.
As former Jockeys and now Trainers, their greatest fear, besides a Racehorse fracturing its leg while galloping on the track, was a Racehorse suffering from illness during daily training.
The bloodline of thoroughbred Racehorses runs fast, but galloping on the track means more injuries and hidden dangers.
Racehorses that can retire safely and live to eight or nine years old are already very lucky.
Like Silence Suzuka, Rice Shower, and others... they are all typical cases of premature death on the track.
Neither Ikezoe nor Wada could ignore such precedents, even after transmigrating to this world where Racehorses had become Uma Musume.
However, after spending some time with them, they realized that Uma Musume were not much different from the Racehorses they knew.
Although they have human forms and can speak, their physique is strictly similar to the Racehorses they are familiar with, with similar speed and constitution, including... legs that are prone to various accidents during competition.
But now, they could relax; Mejiro McQueen was not in any serious danger.
"T-that's wonderful, McQueen." Meisho Doto was so anxious that tears were about to fall, but upon hearing that McQueen's condition was not serious, her expression immediately cleared, and she smiled.
"It's great that it's nothing serious." Curren Chan also patted her small chest and smiled with lingering fear, "In that case, we'll make it to the Friendship Race a week from now, and since it was discovered so early, we don't have to worry about the Debut Race, McQueen."
However, regardless of the comfort or relief from the others, Mejiro McQueen's focus at this moment was not on her leg's condition at all, but on someone else...
"Um, Doctor, how is Trainer Imanami?" McQueen asked cautiously, a little nervous and embarrassed.
When she and Imanami arrived here, Imanami's nosebleed still hadn't stopped, and even so, he insisted that McQueen get an X-ray first while he went to lie down for a bit.
Now that McQueen's condition was confirmed and not serious, McQueen was naturally more concerned about Imanami's situation.
"Hmm, Mr. Imanami's X-rays are out." The attending physician said without hesitation:
"There's nothing serious.
It's just a fractured nasal bone, a small corrective surgery, and ensuring proper nutrition and recovery function, as well as no infection, and he'll be fine.
It's already under control."
"A fractured nasal bone... that's a familiar injury." Ikezoe, who was nearby, shivered inexplicably upon hearing this.
Clearly, a fractured nasal bone was nothing new to them, whether they were Jockeys or stablehands.
Although most Racehorses, when startled, will kick the person behind them in the abdomen with their hind legs, there are also some special circumstances, such as a stablehand brushing a Racehorse's coat while bent over, who might suddenly be kicked in the face by a horse that acts up.
Being kicked in the face is no small matter, as the head is also there, but as long as the brain and skull are fine, losing a few teeth or fracturing the nasal bone is already something to be very grateful for.
"Then, will there be any problems? No sequelae? What about his sense of smell...?" McQueen, however, didn't think that far.
This young lady clearly lacked common sense about such injuries and quickly asked nervously.
"Don't worry, Miss McQueen, this kind of injury, as long as it's treated properly, won't have any sequelae." The attending physician said professionally, "We will closely monitor Mr. Imanami's recovery, you don't need to worry."
"Tracen Academy's infirmary is open at all times.
If you are worried, you can visit anytime.
At the average jogging speed of an Uma Musume, you can make a round trip in five or six minutes."
"—Please use the best medical methods and technology, I beg you."
However, even so, McQueen was only half relieved, and the guilt in her heart made her want to make up for the series of events she had caused as much as possible.
She asked worriedly:
"Then, where is Trainer Imanami now?"
"In Ward Seven." The attending physician said lightly, "We plan to schedule the surgery for tonight.
His condition is now under control, and he is not in serious danger."
"Miss McQueen, if you want to visit, please go ahead."
"Thank you for your trouble."
Without another word, McQueen immediately turned and walked towards Imanami's ward.
Ikezoe, who was nearby, seemed about to follow, but Wada pulled him back.
"Ikezoe-kun, you should read the room at a time like this.
Don't disturb them." Wada said with some helplessness.
He still respected Ikezoe as a senior, but he had no way of dealing with Ikezoe's wooden emotional intelligence.
"Hehe, Oni-chan, Trainer Wada is right.
At a time like this, you should give the Uma Musume and her Trainer some private space."
Curren Chan looked at the bewildered Ikezoe and said with a chuckle, "Oni-chan, being so dense isn't good.
You might be thoroughly schemed against without even knowing it ~"
"?" However, Ikezoe remained bewildered, and Wada, seeing this, helplessly rubbed his forehead.
He had a premonition that with Ikezoe-kun's current situation in the team, his future days would likely not be easy...
McQueen walked straight to the ward, and soon, in the private room, she saw Imanami in a hospital gown—and, of course, noticed his nose, which was covered with gauze but still showed a hint of blood seeping through.
"Trainer Imanami..."
"Ah, McQueen, I was just thinking of coming to find you."
Imanami also saw McQueen immediately.
Although his nasal bone was fractured, Imanami seemed unconcerned.
He had McQueen sit in a chair beside him and then said:
"How is your condition?
I should not have misjudged, but is your condition alright?"
"Yes... Thanks to Trainer Imanami's timely discovery, my condition is not serious.
With a week of recuperation, I can make it to the Friendship Race." McQueen paused slightly, and the words of apology that had reached her lips were swallowed back, and she replied with some unease.
"That's good, but my suggestion is not to participate in the Friendship Race.
Even if you can recover in a week, it's best to recuperate a bit more." Imanami breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, then handed McQueen a form from beside him.
McQueen took it, bewildered, and then heard Imanami say:
"This is a week's training schedule I've arranged for you.
Considering your periostitis, you are not suitable for high-intensity training right now, so it has been modified."
"Miss McQueen, your weight should no longer be a major issue, and you will definitely make it to the Debut Race.
As for the Friendship Race, my suggestion is not to participate, just focus on some basic training."
"Also, even without my supervision, I hope you can continue to curb your desire for sweets..."
However, McQueen's ears were filled with Imanami's incessant arrangements, and as she looked at the list, for some reason, a feeling of bitterness suddenly welled up in McQueen's eyes.
No, she had to say it, at the very least, she had to express her apology and respect...
"Trainer Imanami, I..."
"Bang!"
And at this moment, McQueen's words, which were about to come out, were interrupted by the sound of a door being kicked open.
When Imanami and McQueen both looked, they saw a roan beauty rushing in, her voice unprecedentedly panicked and anxious as she cried out:
"Old man! Are you okay?!"
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