Mosquitoes carry a type of Plasmodium, and after these parasites reproduce, they produce infectious sporozoites. When a mosquito carrying sporozoites bites a person to draw blood, the sporozoites enter the human body and infect red blood cells, making those with weaker immune systems easily susceptible to malaria.
In The Apocalypse, the mosquitoes’ ability to transmit viruses was even greater. They didn’t need to bite; merely inhaling the dust they shed could cause illness, which was more severe and harder to cure than the ancient diseases of persistent fever, vomiting, and dysentery.
This was also one reason why Bai Junjun hated mosquito disasters.
How could such tiny mosquitoes carry even tinier parasites in their stomachs?
Although Old Uncle Qiu could not understand these principles, when he thought about it carefully, it indeed seemed to make sense.
"No wonder each spring and summer are the peak seasons for malaria, and it mostly occurs in the wild or in rural areas, because that’s when there are more mosquitoes in the outdoors," he said.
"Yes," Bai Junjun nodded.
"But at home we have mosquito nets, in the wild what are we supposed to do?"
"Mugwort + Raw Arsenic Stone can repel mosquitoes."
Bai Junjun pointed at the surplus Mugwort, and Old Uncle Qiu instantly understood her meaning. "Right, we can also make some herbal medicine bags to repel mosquitoes!"
Therefore, those eager to help didn’t sleep at all; everyone got up and started working.
First, they worked together to prepare the soup medicine for treating malaria.
Once the medicinal soup was ready, the sick drank two bowls and the healthy one bowl, using it as a preventative measure regardless.
The rest of the pot remained untouched, reserved for the warriors going for revenge.
During the wait for the warriors’ triumphant return, people kept asking Bai Junjun how the boys at the front were doing.
After all, she was the only one who had followed them to the front line.
Bai Junjun consistently reassured them that they had succeeded and would be back soon.
However, despite her assurances, everyone was still worried, constantly looking out expectantly.
Even Old Uncle Qiu was doing the same.
Seeing this, Bai Junjun simply got everyone moving again to make more mosquito-repellent Mugwort medicine bags.
Although the people did not know why, when they heard Doctor Qiu say that these were medicine bags for preventing malaria, they got to work again.
During Chou Hour, Ah Dao led the avengers back.
The boys were pushing carts, and the first ten loaded with food surprised and delighted everyone.
The people with hands full of Mugwort juice couldn’t help but rush forward.
Startled, Old Uncle Qiu repeatedly slapped his thighs.
"My heavens, you’ve all handled the Arsenic, hurry and wash your hands, or you’ll end up swallowing a cornbread covered in it, and that will really cause a disaster!"
"Isn’t this Arsenic used as a medicine guide?" Unlike the few who knew, most were unaware of the properties of Arsenic, so they were somewhat confused.
"Every medicine has its poison, and this Arsenic is highly toxic! Did you not see how much Junjun... I added, only a tiny bit for a whole pot!
You just now banging and knocking on the Arsenic, who knows, maybe there’s more hidden under your fingernails than what was put in the pot."
Although Old Uncle Qiu was now honored as the team’s doctor, he still acted like an ordinary hunter with none of the airs of a physician.
Being with him, people felt relaxed enough to chat without restraint.
They hurried to wash their hands after hearing him explain.
While walking, they asked Old Uncle Qiu, "If it’s poisonous, and you still let us carry it, won’t it cause problems?"
"As long as we don’t eat it, the only ones in trouble are the mosquitoes," Old Uncle Qiu said calmly.
"Ah? What does this have to do with mosquitoes?"
Old Uncle Qiu scratched his head, trying to explain what Miss Junjun had said about Plasmodium and sporozoites, but suddenly he forgot their names as he began to speak.