This disease is not limited to our family, it affects the whole of Africa.
In many places, women will not name their children until they are five years old.
Because five years old is a watershed. Only if a child lives past the age of five can he hope to survive the torture of malaria.
Over the years, I have given speeches everywhere, reminding local people to pay attention to hygiene, not to drink raw water, and especially to avoid mosquito bites.
But no matter how hard I tried, there was little success.
People's living conditions have indeed improved a lot, but the infant mortality rate has not changed much.
There's no way, this place is too poor.
The mosquito nets I had applied for from the Red Cross with great difficulty were used by them as fishing nets.
Finally, I can only put my hope on quinine, a powerful antimalarial drug.
But quinine has a very long history, so long that 70% of malarial parasites have become resistant to it.
Simon, you know what?
For countless days and nights, I was in a state of grief and despair.
I can’t hold on any longer. I’m afraid that when I die, malaria in Africa will still not be well controlled.”
At this point, Bronya suddenly squatted on the ground and sobbed bitterly: "My last sister, Alia's child, was also infected with malaria.
Now she is lying in the isolation area suffering from high fever and her stomach is swollen.
She is only four years old this year, four years old!
At this age, the probability of survival is only 3.2%.
Looking at Bronya who was extremely sad, Simon fell silent.
He squatted down gently and patted the other person's shoulder: "I'm sorry!"
Bronya shook her head: "There's nothing to be sorry about. I know the conditions I just proposed are indeed very harsh.
But this is the only solution I can think of at the moment.
Even if Fu Song can't do it in the end, I will help him endorse watermelon wine."
She repeated it again: "Yes, I will definitely help him, I will!"
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