389: Miraculous Doctor's Hand! _4

May the heavens bless us.

This child will definitely be fine.

Viola Thompson half squatted down and looked at Eleanor Armstrong, "Auntie, could you get the first aid kit from inside the tent for me?"

Perhaps it was due to her occupation, but Viola was in the habit of carrying a first aid kit whenever she went out.

"Of course, I'll get it right away."

With these words, Eleanor darted off toward the campsite.

The child's mother tearfully turned to Viola, "Is my daughter going to be alright?"

Viola didn't answer her question directly. Instead, she reached out to feel the child's pulse, concentrating for a few seconds, before she slightly furrowed her eyebrows and then asked, "Has the child recently complained about feeling unwell? For instance, dizziness, fatigue, chest tightness or anything of the sort?"

Based on the examination of her pulse, it seemed that the child's condition was not a sudden one, but rather, there had been signs for some time.