All Her Secrets

Withal had been wrestling with a question for some time, and he finally decided to pose it to Catherine.

“Catherine, you’re not a doctor, so how did you determine that Bert died from heart failure?” he inquired.

Catherine, who had never performed an autopsy herself, had relied on the outward signs of the body to deduce the cause of death. Even the chief attendant, who had witnessed her assessment, couldn’t help but be amazed.

“Catherine is truly remarkable!” he thinks.

In response to Withal’s question, Catherine, who was leaning against Branden, groggy and half-asleep, gave her answer.

“Well, when waiting for the test results, I flipped through some medical books out of sheer boredom,” she said.

Upon hearing this, Withal couldn’t resist giving Catherine a thumbs-up.

It was evident that she was a top-notch expert, effortlessly surpassing others with her remarkable insights.

Withal chose to remain silent, and he didn’t want to pursue the matter further. He felt that pressing on would only be an affront to himself.

The following afternoon, Catherine was once again summoned.

She headed to the palace.

Bert had passed away, but the mysterious illness hadn’t ceased. Another royal member had been assigned for experimentation and analysis.

This new member’s mother held a higher maternal status within the royal family than Bert’s mother did, so initially, he wasn’t the first choice.

No one had anticipated that Bert would pass away so quickly, and thus, this new member had to fill his position.

When Catherine met Henry, she found his condition to be quite dire. It wasn’t that his illness was more severe than Bert’s, but his emotional state was in tatters, on the brink of collapse.

The torment of his ailment and the mental pressure had accelerated the deterioration of his physical condition.

Catherine found that, apart from the emotional stress, the rest of his symptoms were identical

and there was no improvement to report. Those who had been

extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’ to pull

it truly comes down

no attention

cold and distant, like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished

attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts,

healers, charlatans, and even Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but they were all equally helpless, providing no

in a state of complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he stared at the

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

just going to stand by and

Finally, Catherine took action.

the

side and, in full view of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward to stop her,

lowly woman, you’re not allowed to touch His Highness’s noble

an era of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male

women touching a man’s chest or anything

that the man would face ill fortune, and the

the situation, Catherine cast a cold, disdainful glance at the

a frosty tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his fate?

was momentarily stunned by Catherine’s words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a time like this, adhering to antiquated

with the

silver needle she had carried with her. After returning home the previous night, she shared her

she had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they would be put

watched Catherine’s actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another

relief and a less pallid

later, Henry was able to

consciousness was returning, and upon seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made

he looked at her and said,

an aloof expression as she carefully put

the sting of