I became a girl group idol for my sister.

Chapter Ninety-Nine: Wounded

Miyamoto Sei had even more work than usual.

With the general election approaching, there are already many large-scale performances in addition to theater performances, which is already very busy. However, for Miyamoto Sei, in addition to these, she also needs to perform in the United States.

Although there were suggestions to suspend the performances in the United States and focus all efforts on the performances in Japan, Miyamoto Sei declined.

He did not want his actions to cause problems for the performance in the United States.

[Name: Miyamoto Sei]

Reputation: 8713

Level 7: World-renowned

Experience value: 8713/12800

Points: 486

Note: Reputation can only be increased when someone genuinely admires the host from the bottom of their heart. Each person provides 1 point of reputation, and it cannot be obtained repeatedly.

Having redeemed 12 points, which is equivalent to a total of 24 hours, Miyamoto Sei continued to train in a space where time was completely prohibited.

Transform all movements into memories, not just memories of the brain, but also memories of the muscles, and if possible, even directly engrave them into your DNA.

Miyamoto continued training, surrounded by sweltering sweat.

He vaguely remembers replenishing his water and food several times, and stopping at the special space several times, all to meet his body's internal needs.

He continued training like this.

"call……"

The tablet in front of him was playing a dance demonstration clip. Miyamoto Sei even felt that he had forgotten the exact passage of time. He only knew that he had practiced this dance probably more than a thousand times!

He felt that his movements were perfectly synchronized, and all he needed to do next was return to the real world and take a closer look in the mirror!

Then, at that moment, he suddenly felt his foot slip and fell to the side!

Oh no, I've been practicing for too long!

Miyamoto was startled and quickly reached out to support himself, but to his surprise, his hands were very weak. Clearly, the long training had left his muscles extremely fatigued and unable to support his body any longer!

With a loud crash, he fell to the ground. A sharp pain shot through his wrist and ankle. Miyamoto gritted his teeth and struggled to turn from a prone position to a lying position. He then used his uninjured left hand to support his upper body.

Looking at his ankles and wrists, Miyamoto Sei gave a wry smile: "What bad luck..."

He has injured his ankle and wrist, clearly damaging his joints, so he can't continue training. And it looks like he'll need to go to the hospital.

"The big performance is tomorrow... I need to check the situation first, and then quickly find a way to recover..." Miyamoto muttered to himself. After resting for a while, he got up from the ground and deactivated the special space.

He checked the time; there were less than two hours left in the 24-hour period, and he had already been training inside for 22 hours.

"Is it a good thing it's morning? The rehearsal is in the afternoon, there's still time..." Miyamoto thought to himself as he walked out of the theater. Although he felt pain in his ankle, he walked as if there was no problem. He was even wearing a long-sleeved shirt to cover up the wounds on his arms and wrists.

Everyone is so busy these days, there's no need to let others see it.

I'll go to the hospital for treatment first, and then I can rest for a while after that. That way, I can still participate in the afternoon rehearsal. Luckily, I have a cheat code, otherwise it would be really difficult to handle.

Miyamoto was thinking this way, and he had even made a plan on how to recover and continue training.

"Miss Miyamoto, where are we going?" Inside the car, Mizuhara Chizuki, who had been suddenly called over, asked with some confusion.

"Go to the University of Tokyo Hospital." Miyamoto said, looking around to make sure he wasn't seen, and then breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Upon hearing Miyamoto Sei's words, Mizuhara Chizuki immediately tensed up. She quickly turned around to look at Miyamoto Sei in the back seat and asked, "Nana-chan, are you sick?!"

She didn't even call me by my surname anymore, she just called me by my first name.

"It's just a minor injury, don't worry, I'll just go to the hospital for some treatment." Miyamoto said with a smile, "Also, don't tell anyone else. The general election is approaching, and there's a big performance tomorrow, so everyone is under a lot of pressure. We can't let them get distracted."

Mizuhara Chizuki still looked incredulous: "Really, it's not a big problem?!"

Miyamoto laughed and said, "I think if you don't drive me there soon, there will be a big problem."

"Oh! Right! We need to get to the hospital!" she suddenly realized. "Hold on tight, and remember to fasten your seatbelts!"

After saying that, he stepped on the gas, and the car shot off instantly.

……

Upon arriving at the hospital, Miyamoto Sei quickly saw a doctor with the help of Mizuhara Chizuki.

The doctor was a woman who looked to be in her thirties. She looked surprised when she saw Miyamoto Sei.

Clearly, she recognized Miyamoto Nana's identity.

However, she quickly calmed down. The doctor first examined Miyamoto's wrist, then his ankle and other areas, before saying, "His joints are damaged and he needs to recover slowly."

Miyamoto quickly asked, "Approximately how long will it take?"

He said, "It usually takes two or three weeks to recover. Your injury isn't too serious, so two weeks should be enough."

As she spoke, she cleaned and disinfected Miyamoto's wound, and then bandaged it.

After saying that, she asked again, "Does it hurt?"

"It's much better now, it doesn't hurt as much."

Compared to when she came out of the theater, Miyamoto Sei is indeed in less pain now.

"That's normal. The main problem now is that your joints are damaged and inflamed." He casually prescribed some medicine and handed it to Miyamoto Sei, saying, "Remember to take your medicine on time. As for your diet, pay attention to a balanced intake of meat, eggs, and vegetables. Wounds and muscles need protein to recover."

"Got it, thank you."

"And you look very tired. Is it due to the high-intensity training?" The doctor became curious at this point, clearly wanting to know what caused this situation.

After asking the question, she even explained, "This is just to better confirm the patient's condition!"

You're just talking nonsense!

Miyamoto thought silently, a smile on his face: "It's a secret."

"Alright, but since Nana-chan is here, could you give me an autograph?!" the doctor said, magically producing a notebook and pen from the side.

"Of course!" Miyamoto nodded with a smile and signed his name without hesitation.

Having resolved the situation and obtained the medication, Miyamoto got up to leave. As he was leaving, the doctor reminded him again, "Make sure you get plenty of rest and don't force yourself to perform!"

"I won't force myself, don't worry, doctor!" Miyamoto said with a smile, then said goodbye and left the room.

Watching Miyamoto Nana's departing figure, the doctor sighed: "I guess she'll still play tomorrow..."

……

Shinomiya Emi tidied up her room a bit, washed her face, and after making sure she was okay, rushed out of the internet cafe.

She looked petite, only about 1.4 meters tall. As she left, a shop assistant waved and called out, "Emi-chan, wait, take this!"

Shinomiya Emi stopped, then rushed back. Her eyes lit up when she saw the lunchbox the clerk had placed on the counter: "Is this today's lunch?!"

The shop assistant nodded: "Yes, you're going to the hospital today, right? You probably won't be able to come over at noon, and you have school in the afternoon, so you can just take your lunch with you."

"Thank you, Natsuno-neechan!" Shinomiya Emi happily picked up the lunchbox and rushed out again, clearly heading towards the bus stop.

"Sigh... I wonder how her mother is doing..." the shop assistant muttered to herself before continuing to look after the shop.

Upon arriving at the hospital, she cautiously approached the familiar ward. Inside, her mother lay in bed, surrounded by various medical instruments. Shinomiya Emi hesitated for a moment, then smiled and went inside.

"Mom, I'm here!"

The woman in the ward was pale. When she heard the voice of the person who came in, she turned her head slightly and forced a smile: "Have you been going to school properly?"

"Yes!" Shinomiya Emi nodded immediately, and she carefully took her mother's hand: "Mom, you must receive proper treatment, you will definitely get better."

"Yes, I will treat her well, after all, I still want to see you grow up!" The pale woman said with a smile. She slowly raised her hand, wanting to pat her daughter's head, but she didn't have much strength.

"Oh, right, remember to buy yourself some clothes. You know your bank card PIN too..." the woman continued, while Shinomiya Emi listened quietly, very attentively.

Finally, after about half an hour, she said softly, "Mom, I'm going to school now. You must listen to the doctor!"

"Okay, don't worry. You should hurry to school, don't be late!"

"Ok!"

……

"The girl's mother over there is really pitiful. After getting married, the woman became a housewife, but then her husband went gambling and gambled away all the money. The woman then went to work several jobs to try to pay off the debt and save some money, but the man took the money and gambled it away again..."

"Why didn't that man come to check on the people?"

"I heard he died, committed suicide. He said he lost everything gambling and was desperate. He left a letter and then took his own life, leaving behind a mother and daughter. Although it is said that death absolves debts, the woman had been overworked and had an irregular diet. She worked multiple jobs, working several places a day for more than ten hours. When she was diagnosed with stomach cancer, it was already in its late stage."

Stomach cancer?!

"Yes, the minimum medical expenses are 80,000 yen per month now, and everything over that is reimbursed. Her daughter always brings money, saying it's from savings. But regarding the surgery, her daughter doesn't know whether she should get it done. I heard that this money might not be from savings."

"Could she have gone to do something...? She looks so young, like a high school student?"

"A junior high school student, only 13 years old!"

In a corner, two nurses were talking quietly. Miyamoto, who was passing by, heard them and stood silently for a while. He didn't need to ask any questions; he just needed to listen.

Seeing Miyamoto Sei standing there, Mizuhara Chizuki also stood to the side without asking anything. She had also heard what the two nurses were saying, and her expression looked rather unpleasant.

Miyamoto wanted to listen a little longer, but the two nurses obviously realized someone was listening and immediately stopped talking. After all, this was a patient's private matter, and it was best to talk about it privately rather than letting others know.

Miyamoto didn't go up to ask. She roughly confirmed the place the other person mentioned was in a ward not far away. After waiting for a while, sure enough, a girl came out of it.