The air rushed back into Zi'an's lungs in big, deep breaths, dispersing the breath of death.,Zi An inhaled coldly, his gaze fixed on the two of them as they acted oblivious to their surroundings. His heart filled with annoyance. In modern times, military doctors in the special forces were all hearty and straightforward. They wouldn't stoop to such petty scheming and insincerity, much less waste their time talking to people like this.,Zi'an had firmly remembered this voice. His experience as a special agent told him that the voice belonged to Xia Chengxiang, his biological father.。