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 identical to

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

they’re just using

down to it, she can’t handle

paid no attention

serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned around, Henry suddenly

panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even

therapists all made their appearances, but they were all

by anxiety. His eyes bulged,

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

by and watch his life slip away before

Finally, Catherine took action.

that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to

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

them shouted, “Release His Highness! You lowly woman, you’re not allowed to touch His

of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of

were strict rules against women touching

that the man would face

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

Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still

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

further discussion with the servant. She

the previous night,

needles with her, not expecting

actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture points, Henry’s condition

and a

Henry was able to speak

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

looked at her and said, Thank

expression

felt the sting of embarrassment as