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.

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

report. Those

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

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

paid no attention to

distant, like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned around, Henry

seemed that he was on the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon

made their appearances, but they were all equally helpless, providing

anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he stared at the onlookers in

“Please, save me, please…”

was a

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

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

lowly woman,

as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of

rules against women touching a man’s chest

believed that the man would face

a cold, disdainful

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

was on the line, and at a time like this, adhering to antiquated customs

time for further discussion with the

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

the palace today, she had brought the silver needles with her, not

inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture points, Henry’s condition

and a less

later, Henry was able to speak

recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her

looked at her and said,

unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression as

the sting of embarrassment