Helen Cho pored over the test results. She hadn’t seen DNA like this since… since… of course!

“Was the king recently bitten by any radioactive panthers?” she asked excitedly.

“No,” said the king’s guardian, Ayo, gruffly. “We were told you were the best,” she said with a withering stare.

Dr Cho's face fell. “Then the only other hypothesis is that this ‘heart-shaped herb’ contains actual female panther DNA. And the overuse of it has caused… this.”

She glanced over at king T’Challa crouched in a meditative pose. “Right now I can't know if this will flush out of his system in time or get worse.”