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, the

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

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paid no attention to the idle

Just as she had finished her examination and turned

panic, urgently

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

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a

by and watch his life

Finally, Catherine took action.

that compelled the experts surrounding

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

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

women touching a man’s chest or anything

rule was violated, it was believed that the man would face ill fortune, and the woman responsible

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

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

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

with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt,

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

had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they would be put to use

watched Catherine’s actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture

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

later, Henry was

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

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an aloof expression as she carefully put away

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