I'm playing Frostpunk in Arknights

"The construction of the lighthouse has begun."

Wang Zhan unexpectedly discovered that the construction time was shortened by half compared to usual. This efficiency... It can only be said that Talulah is indeed a capable leader.

The infected with lanterns were busy on the snow. Talulah stared at the blueprint and dared not make any mistakes. She was still wearing the old clothes, so she was particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

Talulah looked at the blueprint of the lighthouse and was lost in thought for a while.

With the help of Fresnel's achievements, later generations created this simple lighthouse with a stable structure that can withstand strong winds.

The designer reduced the volume and weight of the lighting structure without changing the light intensity, while ensuring it had a solid structure. This lighthouse uses steam energy provided by the generator to power its lighting, meaning the light of the lighthouse is always on.

How much effort does it take to build such a seemingly simple lighthouse?

"Tallulah, the basic structure has been built. What should we do next?"

"Sorry, I'm a little..."

She couldn't say she was tired. Tallulah reminded herself that Mr. Generator still needed her, and Alina was probably busy.

"Ahem, let's start installing the interior, the hot air balloon, and the lighting structure. Be especially careful with the lighting structure; don't let the mercury inside flow out."

Of course, everyone was unfamiliar with the internal structure. Since Tallulah asked them to be careful, they made sure to tread lightly.

Everyone carefully lifted the lighting structure and walked into the frame of the lighthouse.

The construction of the lighthouse proceeded in an orderly manner. Wang Zhan observed for a while but couldn't discern any difference between the construction processes of this lighthouse and the main body.

Everything went smoothly. He didn't have the time to study it further; he needed to go to Alina's side.

"I'll count the number of people again," Alina shouted, marking each name off the list. Gatlin and the others signaled the infected to go to the first aid station. It was just an injection. Gatlin expected them to finish soon. 

There were only a dozen people, but he had seen larger gatherings; it was challenging to manage so many patients in the countryside.

The last person walked into the first aid station, and Alina stopped him, "Where is Grandpa Pence? Why didn't he come?"

Initially, a young man had taken the old man to find her, and Mr. Generator asked about his mineral disease because of that man.

The infected rolled his eyes but refused to tell Alina, which irritated her further. "Are you still a subject of Mr. Generator?!"

"Yes, yes!"

The infected lowered his head, realizing that he had never seen Alina this angry; her gentle eyes could be terrifying. 

"Then tell me honestly, where did Mr. Pence go?!"

"He said such precious medicine should not be wasted, and he will be very soon, very soon..."

"He didn't tell me..."

The infected swallowed hard but still couldn't meet Alina's gaze. Gatlin noticed Alina blocking the infected outside the first aid station and walked over. "What happened, Alina?"

"Mr. Pence didn't come to get the inhibitor."

Gatlin frowned. What was this old man doing, just causing trouble? Even if he meant well, who could thank him for giving up his life in exchange?

Alina sighed, "Carl, Carl!"

Carl was still busy asking the infected how they felt after the injection, inquiring if they perceived the source stone crystal getting smaller... The answer, of course, was no.

Upon hearing Alina shout, Carl hurried out from the depths of the rescue station. "Don't worry, I'll worry for you first. I'll find... who to find?"

"Mr. Pence... is the skinny old man."

"He went to the south exit," Wang Zhan interjected. Adjusting his perspective, he saw someone walking towards the south exit and clicked on the man's panel. It was indeed Pence, as Alina had mentioned.

Hearing Wang Zhan's words calmed Alina, and a wave of reassurance washed over her. The existence of Mr. Generator made her feel more secure.

She had assured Pence that Mr. Generator would not give up on anyone, so why did he leave on his own?

Quickly regaining her focus, she instructed Carl to go to the south exit to find the old man.

Seeing he couldn't help, Gatlin seized the infected's wrist, grinning and scratching his nose playfully with his knuckles, "Okay, come in with me, mischievous one. Uncle will give you an injection now."

The infected could only manage a hesitant smile as he was led into the first aid station.

"Ah—!"

The yelp from the first aid station sparked laughter among the crowd.

"Alina, Pence has Carl and Gatlin looking for him, and I'm here with you, so you should rest for a bit."

Wang Zhan glanced at his mobile phone; it was ten minutes to two in the morning. He needed to consider the next decree.

"Thank you, but I can still hold on," Alina replied firmly. Mr. Generator didn't rest; how could she?

If she wanted to rest, it should be after Mr. Zhan fell asleep.

Wang Zhan watched Alina pretending to be energetic, her blue eyes shining. It was clear she was a little worn out.

"Alright... just don't push yourself too hard. I'm still here."

"Yes!"

At two o'clock in the morning, Wang Zhan chose the [Temporary Treatment] decree from the Ore Disease decree tree after weighing the pros and cons.

[Allow workers to join the first aid station to treat the wounded and perform simple treatments on patients, but workers cannot carry out surgeries, which may increase the probability of death for seriously ill patients.]

With this decree, most first aid stations under the generator could be activated. Though it would heighten the risk of serious patients dying... this situation was more complex than a simple game.

He could let Gatlin and the three infected handle the first aid stations for severely ill patients while allowing workers in the first aid stations to assist those with milder conditions.

Of course, this operation required Alina and Tallulah's cooperation.

"Alina, I'm going to issue a temporary treatment decree," he recalled promising Tallulah he would categorize the infection from ore disease... yet this decree could address the imminent challenges.

Next, he had to consider expediting treatments at the first aid station, so the [Root Treatment] and subsequent decrees in the adjustment branch were on his mind.

He had promised Tallulah—Wang Zhan pondered how the system might judge his actions.

Would it see that he had failed to fulfill his promise and thus reduce his standing, or would a glitch emerge and destabilize the system?

His curiosity was piqued.

"I'm ready."

Alina gazed at the generator expectantly, sensing that this decree must be related to the guerrillas.