Chapter 6 — The Sun Of The Base

Another shot of medicine entered my veins. I felt my heart beating wildly. On Lam Du's side, the pile of rubble had turned into steam. The medical room was white and dim, just like a sauna.

“Station Chief! This is not okay!” cried the doctor.

“Your skin is starting to carbonize!”

"Quick! Go gather everyone on the bottom floor!"

Lam Chan Thien suddenly realized something.

"There is definitely a problem with the porridge bowl! Check now, who touched the pot!"

Tran Diem shouted in the surveillance room:

"It's An An! I saw her enter the kitchen!"

Lam Chan Thien immediately turned his head to look at me on the hospital bed. I'm smiling, looking at Lam Du on the other side of the glass. At this moment, my face was rosy and indescribably comfortable.

“What did you do?”

Lam Chan Thien rushed in, one hand squeezing my neck. My eyes are calm.

"Uncle Lam, what are you saying? I just want... to make everyone a little warmer."

“You want to die!”

Lam Chan Thien pulled out his gun.

“Let her go!”

Lam Du suddenly shouted.

“Dad… let her go… she's dead… I'll burn to death!”

Three thousand people, their heat... Once they lose me - this buffer... Lam Du will immediately turn into ashes. Lam Chan Thien's hand holding the gun trembled. He was stubborn in the base for ten years, and for the first time, a scavenger squeezed his fatal weakness.

“Go.”

Lam Chan Thien gritted his teeth.

"Go empty the porridge at the bottom! Quick!"

The soldiers rushed towards the kitchen. But it was too late. Three thousand refugees drank all the porridge. The drug has penetrated into the blood.

“Report… report to the station chief.”

A liaison staggered in.

“The bottom floor... the people at the bottom... are all crazy.”

“They say you are the Fire God who has come to earth... bearing the cold for them.”

“They are kneeling… praying for you.”

Pray. With each prayer… the heart rate increases a fraction. Body temperature increased by one degree. The skin on Lam Du's body began to crack, revealing bright red muscle inside. She couldn't make a sound, she could only convulse wildly on the hospital bed.

The “extremely cold night” has descended.

Nine one hundred and ten degrees. The outer wall of the shelter began to show giant cracks. The core area's electrical system completely collapsed. In Lam Chan Thien's office, the heater was turned off. He was so cold that his face turned pale, he wrapped himself in three layers of fur, looking desperately towards the hospital room. The entire base... Only this medical room is warm. To be more precise... It's hot. In the room where Lam Du lies, the walls have turned dark red. That's because the material degrades under extremely high temperatures.

“Dad… kill me…”

Lam Du's dry, cracked lips moved slightly. She turned into a living human torch. But because of the hegemony of the body heat deprivation system, she couldn't die. The life force of three thousand people was nourishing her, causing her to still retain consciousness in the process of being burned alive. I stood up and pulled out the tube from my body. The extremely cold air immediately enveloped me. But I don't feel cold. Because in my body... the heat that Lam Du "shared" with me is still flowing. I walked in front of Lam Chan Thien.

“Uncle Lam, the base's fuel... isn't enough anymore, right?”

Lam Chan Thien raised his head, his eyes scattered.

“What do you want to say?”

I pointed at Lam Travel in the hospital room.

“She is the best fuel right now.”

“Connect her body to the base's central heating system.”

“Three thousand people feed her… she feeds the whole base.”

“Isn't that the responsibility a young lady should shoulder?”

Lam Chan Thien suddenly stood up and slapped me. I don't dodge. Because Tran Diem rushed forward and crashed into him.

“Station Chief, everyone is about to freeze to death.”

Tran Diem clutched a short knife in her hand, her eyes crazy.

"What's the use of being warm alone? We have to live!"

Outside the hospital room, the screams of three thousand refugees rang out.

“We want heat!”

“Show me the lady!”

Lam Chan Thien was placed under house arrest. The supreme ruler of this base… finally lost to the instinct of survival. Lam Du was transferred to the central dynamic room. She was locked in a giant thermal conduction device. Countless copper tubes pierced her body. She became the heart of the base. As long as the three thousand people at the bottom are still alive, as long as they are still breathing... Lam Du will continuously produce heat. She cannot move, nor can she die. Every day only the most advanced feeding tubes maintain her consciousness. She will stay here... burning alive for decades. Even longer. I stood in front of the observation window of the engine room. Inside, the face that Lam Du was once proud of... was completely destroyed. She opened her eyes and saw me through the glass. I pointed to the thin shirt on my body.

"Du Du, you see... thanks to you, I'm really warm now. You did it, you're the sun of the whole base."

A stream of bloody tears flowed from the corner of her eyes... immediately evaporated by the high temperature. I turned around and left, walking into the snowy wind. The shelter's chimney billowed hot red smoke. This life… I have completed my own salvation. RUN OUT OF