Manbao lay back on her pillow with her legs up, her toes wigging. She was still pondering over the constantly dying and reviving anthropomorphic model in the classroom, and said indifferently, "Zheng Erlang's condition has improved a lot. I touched his head today and found his bones are growing. Although he still refuses to speak in front of others, I checked his control over his right hand, and now his writing is very good, unlike before when he couldn't handle heavy strokes and light touches. So I think his aphasia can be cured with time."
"The Qizhou land dispute is the matter of your Central Secretariat and the ministries, not much related to our Imperial Hospital," Manbao said leisurely, resting her hands behind her head, "I thought carefully today, such matters are too brain-draining and exhausting. I'll just listen to them as stories and shouldn't be too curious."
