Last time she had bandaged him, he seemed to be able to react slightly to the outside world through his fingers, but the progress wasn't as significant as today.
Gu Jiao could be certain that the Duke was improving.
Although she didn't know whether his improvement was due to Miao Ruoxin's treatment or something else.
But his physical and neurological reflexes were still very poor, a consequence of brain injury; whether he could speak again or fully recover was something Gu Jiao couldn't yet determine.
Gu Jiao packed the used cotton swabs and silver needles in a separate purse, and after tidying the First Aid Kit, she planned to get off the carriage.
As soon as she moved, she felt a slight tug.
Looking back, it was the Duke's trembling fingers that had somehow caught onto the hem of her clothes.
It was strange that she, who could easily push a door bolt out of place, was held back by such a trivial force.
She frowned curiously.
