The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

Catherine lay quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, looking incredibly weak, as if a gentle breeze could knock her over. She struggled to lift her head, her gaze landing with difficulty on Amaes, who had brought everyone in. In a barely audible voice, she asked, "Amaes, I only asked you to fetch a doctor, why did you bring everyone?"

Standing to the side, Hilbert felt a sudden pang of anxiety upon hearing his sister Catherine's weak voice. Without a second thought, he rushed to the bedside, bent down, and gazed anxiously at his sister's haggard face, asking with concern, "Sister, what's wrong? You were fine yesterday, how come you've become like this after just one night?"

Hilbert's eyes held a complex mix of emotions, including anxiety, panic, and fear. His brow was furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His hands clenched into fists unconsciously, as if he were trying to grasp something to ease his unease and worry.

Catherine looked at her worried brother, feeling a pang of sadness and guilt, but she forced a smile and comforted him in a weak, gentle voice, "Brother, don't worry too much. There are still professional doctors here! As long as they examine me thoroughly and prescribe the right medication, I believe I'll recover quickly." As she spoke, she gently patted her brother's hand, seemingly trying to give him more reassurance and strength.

Just then, Princess Zenobia, dressed in a gorgeous purple bodycon dress, walked over with elegant steps. Her noble and aloof demeanor drew attention, but when she heard Catherine's words, she couldn't help but tease her with a hint of exasperation: "Oh dear, look who this is! Isn't this Princess Catherine, who was full of energy and vitality at the meeting just yesterday? How come she's already sick in bed after only one night? I remember someone swearing yesterday that she was perfectly healthy!" After saying that, she covered her mouth with her exquisite folding fan and chuckled softly.

Upon hearing her aunt's slightly teasing words, Catherine's pale face instantly flushed red. She turned away somewhat embarrassedly, looking weakly at Princess Zenobia, forcing a smile, and softly replied, "Aunt, please stop teasing me... I really don't know why I suddenly fell ill after a nap; perhaps I caught a chill last night..." Her voice trailed off, as if even speaking required immense effort.

Princess Zenobia, upon hearing this, seemed to have many thoughts she wanted to express. She opened her mouth slightly, preparing to continue speaking. However, at that moment, Queen Sharon suddenly interrupted her before she could finish her sentence.

Queen Sharon's voice carried a hint of sternness that was barely perceptible: "Enough! Now that Catherine is ill, at a time like this, you elders shouldn't just be condemning her, but should be calling a doctor to examine her! Can't you see how weak she looks? And yet you're still here scolding her!"

Princess Zenobia trembled upon hearing the Queen's rebuke, her eyes, which had been sparkling with unspoken words, quickly dimmed. As if intimidated by the Queen's majesty, she slowly closed her mouth, swallowing back the words that had been on the tip of her tongue.

Queen Sharon's noble and dignified gaze slowly swept over the doctors in the briefcase, finally settling on Dr. Skechers, who had handled the paternity test the previous day. Her eyes were not gentle; in fact, they carried a hint of anxiety. Her voice rose slightly as she said, "Dr. Skechers, please come quickly and examine Princess Catherine to see what's wrong!"

Upon hearing the Queen's order, Dr. Skechers nodded in response and quickly walked to the bedside. The other doctors followed closely behind, each clutching various sophisticated medical instruments.

At this moment, Hilbert, who had been guarding his sister, had obediently and sensibly given up his place as soon as the Queen began to speak with the doctors, so that the doctors could more easily diagnose his sister.

With the assistance of several colleagues, Dr. Skechers swiftly and deftly drew a temporary bed curtain in full view of everyone. This curtain acted as a barrier, completely blocking the curious gazes of the onlookers. Then, holding various instruments, he focused intently on conducting a meticulous examination of Princess Catherine.

Everyone in the room was on edge, clutching the anxiously awaited test results. Their expressions were unusually serious, their eyes revealing deep worry and concern. Some were genuinely concerned about Catherine's health, fearing she might be suffering from some serious illness; others, however, harbored their own thoughts and were eager to know if things had developed as they had guessed yesterday.

The time Dr. Skechers spent examining Catherine seemed to stretch on endlessly for everyone present. Each second felt infinitely long, agonizingly so. Yet, time always moves on, no matter how eagerly people wish it would stand still or pass quickly; it continues to slip away unhurriedly and silently, according to its own rhythm.

About twenty minutes later, a doctor deftly removed the makeshift bed curtains. Dr. Skechers, clutching a stack of hastily prepared reports, walked steadily toward Queen Sharon and Prince Carlos. He bowed slightly and reported in a gentle yet respectful tone: "Your Majesty, Your Highness, after examining Catherine..." (Catherine) After a thorough examination, we have discovered that Her Highness's current condition is primarily due to the lack of timely and comprehensive care after childbirth, leading to malnutrition. Furthermore, being caught in the rain all night yesterday has caused her to catch a slight cold. It is also worth mentioning that it is speculated that the Princess may have taken medication to support her body since returning from China yesterday. Therefore, her sudden weakness today is understandable. I have devised a nutritious diet plan for the Princess. However, given that she may still be breastfeeding, I will proceed with caution, prescribing only mild medications that will have minimal impact on the child, in order to help the Princess recover as quickly as possible. However, in my opinion, it would be best for the Princess to rest in bed for two days. During these two days, the Princess should minimize her activity to facilitate her recovery.