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.

from the emotional stress, the

improvement to report. Those who had been keeping

turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’ to pull the wool over everyone’s

truly comes down to it, she can’t handle

no attention to

island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned around, Henry suddenly convulsed, frothing at the

the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently

made their appearances, but they were all

of complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he stared

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

to stand by and watch his life slip away

Finally, Catherine took action.

with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and make way for

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

You lowly woman, you’re not allowed to touch

era of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male dominance and female subservience held significant

women touching a man’s

the man would face

cold, disdainful glance

him in a frosty tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are

stunned by Catherine’s words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the

no time for further discussion with the

needle she had carried with her. After returning home the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo and sought advice on

today, she had brought the silver needles with

after another with precision into the acupuncture points,

labored breathing to gradual relief and a less pallid complexion was a relief

was able to speak

upon seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made

her and said, Thank you,

aloof expression as she carefully put away

mocked her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment