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

there for two days already, and there was no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a

they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’

truly comes down to it, she

no attention to the idle

expression remained cold and distant, like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned around, Henry suddenly convulsed,

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

and even Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but they were all equally

eyes bulged, and he stared

“Please, save me, please…”

a

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

Finally, Catherine took action.

presence that compelled the

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

You lowly woman,

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

strict rules against women touching a

this rule was violated, it was believed that the man would face ill fortune,

a cold, disdainful glance at the servant who had

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

momentarily stunned by Catherine’s words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on

the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt, revealing

previous night, she shared her research findings with

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

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

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

was

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

he looked at her and said,

an aloof expression

earlier now felt the sting of