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.,Eight years as an agent honed a will of steel, gritted teeth, shouldered the shame and pain that wasn't theirs, beat by beat, fresh blood spilling from within. The back was scarred, nearly broken, with every blow.,The child's heart was filled with rage, a rage mixed with deep sorrow. This wasn't something that belonged to him. It belonged to the original owner who left behind remnants in his brain and heart. One can imagine what the original owner felt before death, the only thing he couldn't let go of was his mother, Yuan Shi.。