'What? Jasmine is sick?' My heart sank immediately.
If it were just an ordinary illness, Shirley would have been able to treat her, and Julia wouldn't have been so panicked.
I put down my lunch and followed Julia into the camp.
When I arrived, I saw Jasmine lying flat on the bed, with Shirley holding a stethoscope, her expression unusually serious.
I sat down by the bed and looked at Jasmine. Her eyes were tightly shut, her breathing was weak, and her face was pale.
After Shirley finished her examination, I asked, "How is she? What kind of illness does Jasmine have?"
Shirley shook her head dejectedly. "I don't have enough diagnostic equipment on hand, so I still can't figure out what's wrong with her. I suspect she might have accidentally eaten some kind of poisonous mushroom, but we
