Wasteland Border Inspector

The car circled down the track slowly, descending deeper and deeper, the air around them seemingly growing cooler.

Cheng Ye couldn’t help but speculate, could Happiness City have carved out a gigantic underground space similar to a cavern?

Just as he pondered, the medical vehicle gradually slowed down, finally transported to an entrance on the wall.

As the vehicle slowly drove into the entrance, the coating on the window instantly vanished, revealing a new, expansive space before their eyes.

The underground space, originally imagined to be dark and oppressive, turned out to be at least fifty meters high.

The luminescent panels on the dome flickered lightly, leaving only a faint dark blue halo, perfectly replicating the serene ambiance of nightfall outside, with scattered points of simulated starlight, momentarily making one forget they were underground.

Looking to the sides, the scale of this space exceeded expectations, far grander than imagined.

The length visible to the eye was at least three kilometers, with a comparable width, stretching endlessly, like a new world carved out underground.

The vehicle came to a steady stop at the entrance, a dark gray metal plaque with a silver border caught their sight first.

[Rebirth Medical]

In the lower right corner, fine print read: [Life Restart and Infection Recovery Research Center]

Looking up again, six uniform ten-story buildings stood neatly on either side of the space, entirely constructed from alloy, each building’s exterior fitted with vertical warm yellow light strips, the soft light flowing down the walls, draping a gentle veil over the austere metal structures.

Large artificial lawns stretched between the buildings, the grass so fresh it seemed recently soaked by rain.

Circular flower beds planted with simulated greenery, petals speckled with tiny droplets, glittering subtly under the simulated starlight.

By the edge of the lawn’s path, every few steps rested a light gray lounge chair, its surface covered with soft brown cushions, some chairs had neatly folded thin blankets placed on them.

On the path, a few people dressed in loose rehabilitation attire walked slowly, some supported by specialized walkers, accompanied by medical staff in white coats, softly advising them on adjusting their step rhythm, others walked in pairs, leisurely chatting, smiles of ease on their faces, identities unknown.

Whoa, is this really underground?

Wang Kang was already stunned, Cheng Ye looked around and couldn’t help but let out a swear in his heart.

How many good things hidden from ordinary people does Happiness City still have?

Unlike the few Firewood Track Mountains on the Firewood side, these secrets are all hidden underground, without permission, not even a chance to glance at them.

Of course, compared to the godlike miraculousness of Firewood Track Mountain, the construction difficulty of this underground space is clearly much lower.

Quickly, two medical vehicles first stopped in front of the second left building.

Two lines of waiting medical staff immediately streamed out, their movements swift yet unhurried.

Garcia was pushed down from the car, the white cloth covering him was gently removed, revealing the body wrapped in vines underneath.

The ten medical staff responsible for handling it showed no surprise, adeptly pushing the hospital beds, walking swiftly towards the building.

On the other side, Luokuke was also carefully transferred from a wheelchair, escorted by a circle of medical staff, together entering the building.

"Inspector Cheng, this building is the Life Recovery Center, used for acute infection rescue work."

The medical staff sitting next to Cheng Ye timely introduced.

"Based on our preliminary data assessment, your and Prosecutor Wang’s physical conditions are relatively stable, the subsequent focus is systematic rehabilitation treatment, especially your situation, you need to focus on adapting post-infection."

Cheng Ye did not respond, just quietly waited.

Until the medical vehicle stopped in front of the third right building, the last building in this area.

The car door slowly opened, he bent and got out of the car, his first feeling surprisingly similar to a cavern space seen before.

Clearly underground, yet breathing was exceptionally smooth, with no stifling feeling, combined with an adequate ceiling height, the interior felt no oppressive sensation, almost indistinguishable from outside.

Beside the car, two teams of medical staff were already waiting, one team stepped forward and surrounded Wang Kang.

"Brother Cheng?" Wang Kang instinctively looked at Cheng Ye.

"Go on, what harm could come to you here?" Cheng Ye waved his hand.

But he also knew Wang Kang wasn’t worried about being taken away, but rather concerned about his examination, implicitly aware of just how bad his current situation was.

Once Wang Kang followed the medical staff away, another team of medical personnel promptly came forward.

Leading them was a middle-aged woman, composed and efficient.

"Hello, Prosecutor Cheng, I am Cui Qiao, the deputy director of the Infection Source Recovery Department." She extended her hand, speaking politely.

"Hello, Director Cui." Cheng Ye nodded slightly, gently shook her hand.

"Please follow me, we will discuss the subsequent examination and treatment plan in detail inside the building." Cui Qiao withdrew her hand, gesturing for guidance.

A group of people surrounded Cheng Ye, mightily marching into the building.

But upon entering the building, a distinct sense of disconnection hit him.

If the underground space outside carried a few hints of futuristic technological feel, the interior of the building seemed particularly "ordinary", very much like a hospital in modern society.

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