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.

the emotional stress, the rest of his symptoms were

no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye

It turns out they’re just using the title

When it truly comes down to it, she can’t handle

attention to

turmoil. Just as she had finished

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

all made their

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

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

people just going to stand by and watch his life slip

Finally, Catherine took action.

forward with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry

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

Highness! You lowly woman, you’re

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

rules against women touching a man’s chest

the man would face ill fortune, and the woman responsible would face

understanding the situation, Catherine cast a cold, disdainful

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

was on the line, and at a time like

with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt,

After returning home the previous night, she shared her

needles with her, not expecting that

watched Catherine’s actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture points, Henry’s condition appeared

labored breathing to gradual relief and a less pallid

Henry was able

seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her appearance, he had

at her

an aloof expression

now felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed her