Xu Yijian frowned slightly and pushed up his glasses frame with his finger. "When we left Imperial University, the area had already fallen, and we haven't heard any related news since. When was this base built?"

As industry insiders in the relevant field, Xu Yi and Fang Rongrong both maintained a cautious attitude towards the so-called zombie vaccine.

Every small advancement in medicine may require the efforts of several generations of scholars. In the current post-apocalyptic world, resources are scarce and the population is highly mobile. For a base to suddenly appear claiming that the government has developed a vaccine seems a bit too idealistic.

Lu Sheng was also skeptical. Even the super-powerful system hadn't released a vaccine yet. Could it be that the government really organized manpower to create a miracle?

While everyone was exchanging opinions, Shi Nian remained oblivious to everything else, focusing intently on gnawing on his meat pie.

Anyway, she's already a cute little zombie, so why does she care about vaccines?

After a heated discussion, the group finally decided to head to Imperial University to find out what was going on.

After a short night's rest, Lu Sheng and his group set off immediately after making all the necessary preparations.

For the safety of the remaining residents of the base, Lu Sheng brought Shi Nian into the car as well. The little girl very proactively asked to wear the collar herself, and even happily added some small decorations to it.

When they arrived at Imperial University after a day's drive, it was already late at night, but the university was still brightly lit, and a lot of people had already gathered outside the gate.

Almost all of them were survivors who came to seek refuge, and their levels were at least sixth rank or higher.

Everyone was eagerly discussing vaccine-related news, and couldn't wait to enter the base and become one of the lucky ones to receive the vaccine.

The Imperial University has changed drastically since they left. It has been reinforced with two more layers of outer walls, and the walls are now covered with electric grids and spikes.

The main gate opens at 7 a.m., so there are still five hours to go. But long queues have already formed at both entrances.

According to the signs at the entrance, everyone who wants to enter the government base must first register at the window to receive a test card. Only after completing the initial test can they be given a number to queue up.

Lu Sheng and the others waited at the window with the flow of people, occasionally looking up to see what was happening ahead of them in the queue.

The test card is somewhat like a blood glucose meter. After pricking your finger with a disposable blade provided at the window, you drip two drops of blood into the test card. After about ten seconds, different concentrations of color will appear in the color development area.

At the front of the line was a couple holding a child. The husband carefully tested himself and his wife before handing over the test card.

"Sorry, your ability level doesn't meet the standard, so we can't issue you a number at the moment." The staff member at the window glanced at it and expressionlessly tossed the test card aside.

The man immediately became agitated. "What standards? If you say it's unqualified, there must be a specific standard, right? We drove for more than ten hours to get here, please let us in!"

"Sorry, base regulations state that if the test card result does not reach level six, it cannot be released." The staff member's reply was as mechanical as before the apocalypse, without saying a word of unnecessary elaboration.

The woman, holding her child, pleaded with a distressed expression, "The announcement said all survivors can come. Can you give us a chance? It's okay if the adults don't go in, but can the child go in?"

Before she could finish speaking, a group of fully armed, burly men grabbed her by the collar and threw her outside the ranks.

"The initial batch of vaccines is limited, and the base has no other choice. We hope you can understand."

The middle-aged man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face, who was leading the group, said with a forced smile, and then gave his subordinates a wink.

Although the words were spoken politely, the tone was clearly threatening.

As Sun Tiantian watched the couple being thrown away, Lu Sheng whispered in her ear, "I feel like something's off here. The people here don't seem like good people."