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.

apart from the emotional

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

were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the

see! When it truly comes down to

paid no attention

of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination

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

their appearances, but they were all equally helpless, providing no

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a

all these people just going to stand by and watch his life slip

Finally, Catherine took action.

commanding presence that compelled the

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

of them shouted, “Release His Highness! You lowly woman, you’re not

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

were strict rules against women touching a man’s chest or

believed that the man would face ill fortune, and the woman

cold, disdainful glance at the

His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still

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

discussion with the

previous night, she shared her research findings

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

needle after another with precision into the acupuncture points, Henry’s

Henry’s transition from labored breathing to gradual relief and a less

Henry was able to speak

when Catherine made her appearance, he had been present and knew

her

aloof expression as she carefully

earlier now felt the sting