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,

report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on her

out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’

When it truly comes down to

attention to the

as she had finished her

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

all made their appearances, but they

in a state of complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

people just going to stand by and watch his life slip away

Finally, Catherine took action.

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

began to unbutton his shirt.

them shouted, “Release His Highness! You lowly woman,

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

against women touching a man’s

believed that the man would face ill fortune, and

disdainful glance at the servant

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

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

time for further discussion with the servant. She

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

the palace today, she had brought the silver needles with her,

anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture

Henry’s transition from labored breathing to gradual relief and

was able to speak

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

her and said, Thank

unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression as she carefully put away

the sting of embarrassment as they