Rebirth: Living in Wilderness with My Superpower-Chapter 76 - 75 Malaria

Chapter 76: Chapter 75 Malaria

Chapter 76 -75 Malaria

How is one enough???

Bai Junjun resolutely persuaded, “Why not cook them all? After all, eggs are hard to preserve, and if they get knocked around on the road, isn’t it like drawing water with a sieve? Only what you eat counts as your own.”

In fact, Bai Junjun was just voicing what everybody else was thinking at heart, only everyone else was trying to restrain themselves with reason.

However, thinking about the chickens and eggs getting messed up during the escape, everyone exchanged glances, and eventually, they reservedly threw the eggs along with the cloth bag into the bamboo tube, preparing to cook them tonight.

Although they couldn’t eat them immediately, they wouldn’t be delayed past tonight, and Bai Junjun was finally satisfied.

Little did she know, these were the eggs that Rabbit had carefully protected all the way, usually fearing they would get bumped, and even specially placing them on the horse carriage to let her boss care for them.

However, mere moments into Bai Junjun’s hands, and before they were even warm, this family was already planning on stewing them tonight, which would surely break Rabbit’s heart if she knew.

But all this wasn’t within Bai Junjun’s considerations; her mind was full only with the thought of “eating them, eating them.” With this anticipation, her steps lightened.

However, before evening came, this refugee team of more than a thousand encountered a problem.

It started with one or two complaining about feeling cold, then more and more people felt either cold or hot, dizzy, and weak in their limbs.

The refugees who were initially keeping up with the Seven-Person Team became increasingly weak, and the distance between the two groups grew larger.

When the people at the front realized something was wrong, over two to three hundred of the more than a thousand behind had already collapsed.

The leading horse carriage was the one Bai Junjun had seen before.

And this carriage wasn’t one of a landlord or a rich merchant but belonged to the Seven-Person Team.

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Two youths were sitting in the moving carriage, and another sat on top of it.

Two guards were beside the carriage, one on each side.

The initial speed of the journey was fast, but perceiving something unusual from the team behind, the people in the carriage had the youth driving slow down.

Before long, Rabbit popped her head out of the carriage towards the five people outside, “The boss says to check what’s happening behind.”

Hearing this, Xiao Chan passed the reins to the Old Monk and quickly descended the carriage to head back.

Rabbit wanted to follow Xiao Chan, but another slender, fair hand reached out from the carriage, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and pulled him back into the carriage.

At the same time, a mellow voice rang out inside, “Why run? Stay put.”

“Boss…you’ve been pressing all afternoon, it’s time for a break,”

Rabbit complained.

The Old Monk, true to his name, remained unmoved by the commotion inside the carriage, tranquilly focusing on his horses and the road ahead.

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Meanwhile, Xiao Chan quickly returned to the back.

He only learned after some questioning that people had felt unwell since yesterday, those affected started vomiting in the morning, and by afternoon they had become unconscious.

“Could it be food poisoning?”

To survive, people first fed their hunger without considering whether the food might have harmful effects, even eating slightly toxic wild fruits or herbs out of desperation was common.

Thus, Xiao Chan’s first thought was naturally food poisoning.

Among the group of refugees was an old doctor who usually treated people and acted as everyone’s Calming Pill; the Seven-Person Team also treated him with great respect.

The doctor quickly ruled out the possibility, shaking his head and muttering, “This might be malaria.”

“Malaria?”

As soon as this was heard, everyone was terrified; of the thirty some thousand refugees in recent years, only less than a tenth survived, and more than half had died from malaria.

Thus, when malaria was mentioned, everyone turned pale.