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Xu Zize took Jing Chunxi's shoulder and led her to the table. Chuntao and Hongfen, who had just opened the door, wanted to squeeze in, but were stopped by Xu Zize: "You two go out and wait in the yard."

He had already felt that this dream was a little strange. If it was an ordinary dream, Xi'er would never be so distraught and so out of character. He didn't want outsiders to hear about Jing Chunxi's dream, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

After pressing Jing Chunxi onto the stool he had just sat on, Xu Zize turned around and said to Chuntao, who was the last to leave, "Close the door." There was no warmth in his voice, and he didn't want anyone to come in and disturb him again.

After closing the door, Chuntao said to the worried Xiaoman and the others, "The general asked you to go back and wait first." But she herself took Hongfen and stood on both sides of the door, waiting.

Xu Zize pushed Jing Chunxi onto the chair he was originally sitting on, and then leaned close behind her.

Jing Changjiang walked over, hugged Jing Chunxi's trembling shoulders, and let her tear-stained face rest on his waist. "Don't be afraid, your uncle is here!"

His voice was deliberately gentle, trying to convey a greater sense of security to Jing Chunxi. He gently patted Jing Chunxi's back, trying to calm her down.

Jing Chunxi's trembling body took a long time to calm down. She raised her head, her eyes filled with panic. She tightly grasped the clothes on Jing Changjiang's waist, as if it was a life-saving straw. But the look in her eyes when she looked at Jing Changjiang was very firm, and her tearful eyes were faintly filled with a hint of pleading: "Uncle, please save my second uncle!"

Xu Zize stood behind her, a little confused by her sudden words. His ears were buzzing with "Uncle, Uncle", and he had no idea what she was talking about.

He frowned, his eyes darting back and forth between Jing Chunxi and Jing Changjiang, trying to figure out what was going on. But Jing Changjiang gave him a blank look in response.

"My second uncle is dying. I can't save him, and Sister Xi can't save him!" Jing Chunxi's tears flowed again, this time like beads from a broken string, and she couldn't stop. Her little hands tightly grasped Jing Changjiang's clothes, as if that was her only hope.

"My second uncle's blood is almost gone. He's stuck in the swamp. I can't save him." Jing Changjiang's body was constantly shaking, and at this moment, Jing Chunxi's small body burst out with great energy, pulling him hard, shaking him a little dizzy. Her voice was full of helpless despair. If she had been standing at this moment, she would probably kneel down to Jing Changjiang.

"Uncle has a way! Right? If uncle doesn't save uncle, he will die." Jing Chunxi's voice was very nasal and he kept twitching, fearing that Jing Changjiang would not believe him and would give up.

"Uncle, please hurry up! It's too late, second uncle is going to die." The despair of losing her loved ones burst out from her chest. Jing Changjiang and Xu Zize both felt this breath and their hearts tightened unconsciously.

Even Jing Chunxi's nonsensical words had already given Jing Changjiang and Xu Zize a rough idea of ​​the dream. They exchanged glances, each feeling a surge of unease. Even Jing Changjiang, a man known for his composure in the face of overwhelming odds, felt his heart pounding, sensing something terrible was about to happen.

Jing Changjiang thought about Jing Chunxi's previous dream and was shocked. He asked quickly, "Sister Xi said that my second brother is not dead? My second uncle is not dead?"

The tension was so intense and lasted for too long. Jing Chunxi seemed to be too tired, and the grip on Jing Changjiang's hand softened.

Jing Changjiang suddenly became anxious. Jing Chunxi's words were like a thunderclap, waking him from his sleep. He shook Jing Chunxi's shoulders vigorously, "Sister Xi, where is he? Where is my second uncle? Tell my eldest uncle quickly." By this time, he had realized that this might be the divine aunt appearing again, so what his niece said might be true, and his second brother might not be dead.

"General, please let Xier calm down." Seeing Jing Chunxi's body and head swaying back and forth like a kite with a broken string, her mind was still in a chaotic state, and she couldn't let anything unexpected happen.

Xu Zize quickly pried Jing Changjiang's hands apart and pushed him back hard, completely removing his hands from Jing Chunxi's shoulders. He didn't care who was the elder at this point, and his voice was cold and anxious. He didn't want Jing Changjiang to scare Jing Chunxi again.

He hugged Jing Chunxi tightly from behind, letting her body and head lean back and press against his chest.

His voice was full of concern and very gentle, "Xier, you are dreaming. Dreams and reality are the opposite. The Second General must be fine. You must believe what Brother Xiaokang says." He lowered his head and put his chin against the top of Jing Chunxi's head, trying to let her feel his presence and the warmth of his body.

After being pushed hard, Jing Changjiang calmed down and finally realized that because he was too excited, he scared his niece who was already on the verge of collapse.

Regretfully, he approached Jing Chunxi again, gently took Jing Chunxi's hand, and comforted him in the softest voice: "Sister Xi, wake up, wake up quickly, you are having a nightmare, second uncle is fine, you talk slowly, eldest uncle will find a way to save him and won't let him get into trouble." He really thought so. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he also wanted to save his second brother.

At this moment, Jing Chunxi's consciousness seemed to still remain on the vast grassland, and he felt like he was still in the oasis and swamp.

In the swamp not far away, the muddy silt and the foul smell filled the air, making people shudder.

It was in that swamp that Jing Chunxi clearly saw the man covered in scars and blood. It was her second uncle, Jing Changhe.

Although his body remained on the meadow, blood continued to seep from the wound, staining the surrounding mud and water red. Jing Chunxi's first reaction was to rescue her second uncle. As long as she could pull him out of the swamp, she could use her own space to treat him.

She even secretly swore in her heart that even if she had to exchange the entire space for a sterile operating room, she would save her second uncle at all costs. She couldn't lose him, her mother and brother couldn't lose him, and her grandparents couldn't lose him.

And~~the people in the border areas may not want to lose him either!