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.

emotional stress, the rest of

had been there for two days already, and there was no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on her couldn’t help but indulge in

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

down to it, she

no attention

amid turmoil. Just as she had

he was on the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even

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

complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he stared at the onlookers in terror, his

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

just going to stand by and watch his life slip away before their

Finally, Catherine took action.

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

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

His Highness! You lowly woman, you’re not

result, the deeply ingrained concepts

against women touching a man’s chest

believed that the man would

cold, disdainful glance at the servant who

is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about

pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a time like this, adhering to antiquated

for further discussion with the servant.

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

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

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

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

later, Henry was able to

was returning, and upon seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her appearance, he had been present

at her

aloof expression as she carefully

her earlier now felt the sting