Chapter 103 Polo in Danger
Polo is a very entertaining sport, because players not only need to have superb riding skills, but also courage and teamwork.
In the process of competing for the wooden ball, collisions are inevitable, and there are not many rules in polo. As long as you don't hit people with the polo stick, it's fine. This also increases the excitement of polo and makes people look excited.
At the start of the game, Hong Dang took the lead in holding the ball. Yang Ping clamped his legs around the horse's belly, bent over and hit the ball, sending the small wooden ball more than ten feet away.
The two teams rushed out in an instant like arrows shot out of a line. Jiang Ling held on to Yang Ping tightly, and the two of them caught up with the ball almost at the same time, waving their cue sticks to fight for the ball.
The ball was hit away, and another young player from the white team stood on his horse and hit the ball back with a bicycle kick.
"Good!" The crowd cheered.
Song Yuzhu couldn't help but applaud and praise. These soldiers' riding skills were really amazing. It was a pity that Zhao Xiao was not here. If he were here, he would definitely come down to compete with them.
Thinking of Zhao Xiao, Song Yuzhu couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, but she was soon attracted by the exciting game on the field.
The red team had the upper hand, especially Yang Ping, who was taught by his grandfather, General Xu, and rode on horseback before he could walk. His horsemanship was among the best. He was not only brave on the battlefield, but also on the court. He wielded the cudgel and hit the ball into the red team's goal, taking the lead in scoring a point.
"Great!" The soldiers of the Red Team gathered together to celebrate, and Yang Ping gave a provocative smile to the soldiers of the White Team.
Jiang Ling licked the corner of his mouth, wrapped the cloth strips around his hands tightly, held the pole and said, "Keep going!"
The fight was intense, and there were people off the field who were betting on who would win or lose. The stakes were not high, just a few cents, and no one cared.
The adults were watching nervously, and the children lost interest after just a short while. Song Yutong quickly became familiar with the little boy next to her, and the two sat together and started chatting.
"May I have your name?"
"Tuantuan." The boy said softly.
"My name is Tongtong." Song Yutong stretched out her little hand towards the boy, and the boy looked at her with a confused expression.
Song Yutong grabbed his hand and shook it: "Then we are friends."
The boy blushed slightly and put his hands behind his back embarrassedly.
"I heard from your father that you came from Mingzhou. Where is Mingzhou? Is it far from Shangjing?"
Tuantuan nodded: "It's very far. My parents and I took many horse carriages to get here."
“How many days is many days?”
Tuantuan counted on his fingers for a long time, and finally shook his head with a red face: "I can't count."
"I'll teach you, one, two, three, four..." Song Yutong taught him to count to one hundred in one breath. Xiao Tuantuan looked at her admiringly: "You are amazing!"
"That's nothing. I can also do addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and write poetry and songs." He then recited a few poems to Tuantuan.
Tuantuan opened her little mouth and looked at her adoringly, with little stars almost appearing in her eyes.
After a while, Li Dehai came back with a package of food, which included sweet-scented osmanthus cake, candy men, melon seeds and other snacks.
Jiang Rong was strict on weekdays, so Song Yutong rarely had the chance to eat so many snacks, so she ate to her heart's content. Not only did she eat by herself, she also shared some with Tuantuan beside her. The boy ate the cakes in small bites and didn't forget to thank her.
Just when everyone was having a great time, a soldier happened to hit the polo ball towards them, and the wooden ball flew straight towards Song Yuzhu.
There is nothing to be surprised about a single wooden ball, but behind the wooden ball there are more than a dozen soldiers on horseback. They are all fighting for the ball, and no one wants to give up the ball.
At this time, the horse was running at the same speed as a speeding motorcycle. It was impossible to brake suddenly. It was about to rush over, and Li Dehai was so scared that his soul almost flew away.
"Help! Come and help me!!!"
Jiang Ling, who was running in front, heard the sound and in a hurry he crossed his horse to block the person behind him. He and the horse he was riding were knocked away by inertia.
The soldiers didn't bother to grab the ball and dismounted to check.
Jiang Ling rolled on the ground and got up, he was not injured. But the warhorse had its leg broken, it lay on the ground neighing in pain, I am afraid it is useless.
Song Yuzhu stood aside holding Song Yutong, patting his chest with lingering fear. It was too dangerous, he almost stepped on them.
"Please forgive us, Your Majesty!" Zheng Da'an and Du Chong didn't know that the emperor had also come to watch the polo. They were so scared that they almost peed in their pants, and they quickly ran over to beg for forgiveness.
Li Dehai pointed at the two and said angrily, "Your Majesty was almost injured just now!"
"It's okay. Ignorance is not a crime." Song Yuzhu put her sister down and asked, "Where is the young general who just saved people?"
Jiang Ling quickly stepped forward to apologize: "Your Highness."
"You did a great job. I will not hold you responsible. However, please make the polo field a little bigger next time to avoid hurting innocent people." Several people kowtowed and thanked him: "Yes, sir."
The people around didn't know what was happening, but the couple sitting next to Song Yuzhu heard it clearly.
The two looked at Song Yuzhu excitedly. They didn't expect that they would be sitting with the emperor. The emperor was so young and so approachable. It was incredible!
"Your Majesty, should the polo game continue?" Li Dehai asked in a low voice.
"Du Chong, go find a good horse for the young man from the white team and continue the race. I will add a little bonus for you. The winning team will receive a reward of 100 taels."
"Oh!!! Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor!" The soldiers cheered. They originally thought that the emperor would forbid them to continue the competition.
The people in the distance who didn't understand what was happening, heard the soldiers' cheers and started cheering too, shouting "Long live the emperor!" The atmosphere reached a climax for a moment.
"Your Majesty, it's not safe to watch the game here. Let's go to the high platform in front."
"Okay." Song Yuzhu was about to leave when he suddenly felt someone grabbing the corner of his clothes. He lowered his head and saw his sister shaking his hand: "Brother, look at what happened to Tuantuan!"
Song Yuzhu looked to the side and saw the couple holding their child and shouting. The little boy had his eyes closed, his lips were purple, and he had fallen into a coma.
"Tuantuan, wake up!" The woman shook her son, trying to wake him up.
Song Yuzhu hurried over and said, "Put the child down quickly!"
The woman looked at him in a daze, and the man immediately took the child from the woman and placed it on the flat ground.
Song Yuzhu squatted down, first felt the child's carotid artery, then flipped the child's eyes: "Does this child have congenital heart pain?"
The couple nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes."
"He must have been frightened by the horse. Someone, quickly carry the child to the carriage and send him to the Song Family Pharmacy in the city!"
"Yes!" The guard beside him ran over, carefully picked up the child and put him in the carriage next to him.
The couple didn't understand where the emperor was taking their son, and looked at Song Yuzhu nervously.
Song Yuzhu said, "You two can follow me."
"well."
The group didn't bother to watch the polo and hurriedly got on another carriage and headed towards the city.
On the way, the man introduced himself. His surname was Zhang and he was a doctor. His family ran more than ten clinics and pharmacies, but he was helpless against his son's illness, so he came to Shangjing to find a famous doctor to treat him.
"We have taken Tuantuan to more than ten places in the past few years, but to no avail. Beijing is our last stop. If it still doesn't work... we'll just leave it to fate."
The woman took out her handkerchief and shed tears. The couple had been married for more than ten years and only had this precious baby. If they couldn't take good care of him, it would cost them both their lives.
Song Yuzhu asked, "Does your son not exercise on a daily basis? His lips turn black and blue and he can't breathe after running or jumping for a while?"
The man's eyes lit up: "That's right! If it's serious, he'll faint like this!"
The woman said, "The last time he fainted was when he was three and a half years old. My cousin had a puppy at home that would bark at anyone it saw. Tuantuan was frightened by the puppy and kept running, then he fell headfirst and lost consciousness."
Song Yuzhu speculated that the child might have aortic stenosis, but the specific situation could only be determined after examination.
Soon the carriage arrived at the Song family pharmacy, which was opened by second uncle Song Qiao, and it had all the commonly used medicines.
Song Yuzhu got off the carriage and told someone to quickly prepare what he needed.
In traditional Chinese medicine, syncope is divided into qi deprivation, yin deprivation and yang deprivation. This child suffered from qi deprivation caused by insufficient blood supply to the heart after being frightened. Acupuncture on the Ren and Du meridians, combined with the Qihai and Tanzhong points, was used. The child soon woke up.
"Dad, Mom, where am I?"
"You scared me to death." The woman cried while holding her child.
After a while, the couple remembered that the emperor was their child's savior, and they quickly knelt down and kowtowed to express their gratitude.
"Get up, it's just a small favor. But your son's illness can't be cured by medicine. If you want to cure it completely, I'm afraid you have to find another way."
Doctor Zhang said with a worried look on his face: "We have tried everything we can. If there is really nothing we can do, we can only go back."
Song Yutong looked at Tuantuan with sympathy, holding his brother's hand and shaking it: "Brother, can you save him?"
Song Yuzhu was about to say something but stopped himself. He could indeed be saved. When he was the director of the Department of Thoracic Surgery, he had performed dozens of aortic stenosis surgeries, if not hundreds.
However, this type of operation had never been tried in ancient times. After all, heart surgery is extremely dangerous. Moreover, the patient is a child of only a few years old, and a slight mistake could cost a life.
Just as the woman was about to open her mouth, she was quickly stopped by her husband. They had all heard of the legend of the golden dragon's reincarnation, and their son had been saved once again today, so they were even more convinced that the emperor would definitely be able to save his child!
But he is the emperor after all, the Son of Heaven. How dare they, mere commoners, trouble his precious body?
Song Yuzhu watched hope rise in the couple's eyes and then slowly fade away.
Doctors are kind-hearted. If it hadn't happened, it would have been fine. But now that he has encountered a situation where he is ignored, Song Yuzhu feels very uncomfortable.
He returned to the medical records and helped Tuantuan to check his pulse. The pulse was so weak that it was hard to feel. He lifted his clothes and listened. There was a murmur from the fourth to sixth ribs, and he could feel the vibration. It was consistent with his judgment. It was aortic stenosis.
There are three types of aortic stenosis: valvular stenosis, supravalvular stenosis, and subvalvular stenosis. Mild cases of this disease do not affect the physical condition, but moderate and severe cases may cause fainting due to insufficient blood supply. If not treated early, it is likely to affect life.
I'm afraid Song Yuzhu is the only one in the entire Daqi who can treat him.
"This disease is a congenital heart disease. People who have it may not live long."
Doctor Zhang nodded disappointedly: "I know."
In the past two years, they have taken their son to visit so many places, and the conclusions they came to are all similar: their son's disease cannot be cured, and it will take no more than three to five years.
"I have a way to cure him."
"Ah!" The couple turned from sadness to joy and looked at Song Yuzhu in shock.
(End of this chapter)
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