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

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

global biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’ to pull the wool over everyone’s

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

paid no attention to the

as she had finished her examination and turned around, Henry

death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even

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

breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

just going to stand by and watch

Finally, Catherine took action.

with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to

to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward to stop her, but

His Highness! You lowly woman, you’re not

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

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

it was believed that the man would face ill fortune, and the

Catherine cast a cold, disdainful glance at the servant who had attempted to

hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his

by Catherine’s words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and

time for further discussion with the

previous night, she shared her

she arrived at the palace today, she had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they would be put to use so

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

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

was able to speak

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

at her and said, Thank

remained unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression as she carefully put away

now felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed her