Warhammer 40K in a box

Chapter 305 Medical Affairs
After chatting for a while, Chen Xi saw that Hai Tu had recovered, the gloom between her brows had dissipated considerably, and she was speaking with her usual energy again, so he didn't say anything more. He patted her on the shoulder, got up, and returned to the transmigration room.

As the familiar dizziness returned, his figure vanished from the real world once more, stepping back into the dark and desperate world of Warhammer.

Once he regained consciousness, Chen Xi took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the air thick with the smell of engine oil and metal—this was his current battlefield.

As he emerged from his bedroom, an aide-de-camp, seeing him come out, immediately presented him with a data panel and reported: "Sir, the Third Supply Fleet's escort request requires your signature and approval. The Mariupol Foundry World is requesting more refined gold, and..."

Chen Xi raised his hand to signal the other party to wait a moment, and strode towards the command room while quickly browsing the data panel.

Information flowed rapidly across the data panel, displaying the real-time status of various key nodes in the Helson Galaxy.

As the most important logistical hub for the Rostov Expeditionary Force, hundreds of transport ships shuttle between the starports every minute, delivering tens of thousands of tons of ammunition, fuel, and supplies to the front lines.

“Tell the representatives of the Cult of Mechanism that I will provide more adamantium, but they must deliver the promised Leman Rustank by the next cycle.” Chen Xi made a quick decision, while noticing the flashing red warning on the star map, “Why has the unloading efficiency of the Seventh Cargo Stack decreased again?”

“Because… uh…” the attendant flipped through the data: “The local guild has raised new demands for benefits…”

"Execute them and send a group of holy warriors to take over the freight warehouse." Chen Xi rubbed his temples.

This is his daily routine—not only coordinating the logistical support of the entire expeditionary force, but also dealing with countless similar trivial issues.

As the supreme commander of the expeditionary force, the burden on his shoulders was far heavier than it appeared on the surface.

Although some minor tasks can be delegated to subordinates, Chen Xi must have a clear understanding of the overall situation to ensure that he has sufficient control over everything.

In front of the giant tactical platform in the command center, holographic images of the expeditionary force's commanders were already in place.

Chen Xi straightened his uniform collar, hiding all his fatigue behind his sharp eyes.

A new round of operational meetings is about to begin, and the logistical gears of the Herson system must continue to operate precisely under his control.
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Meanwhile, Sea Hare returned to the 40k world, but the situation he faced was much easier than Chen Xi's.

As the supervisor of the dome, he only needs to manage this one facility, which is under complete military control and is very orderly. The affairs here are far less complicated than those on Chen Xi's side.

Despite the military affairs department's daily incompetence, the Astral Army is perpetually short of medical supplies, with bandages, painkillers, and anti-infectives always on the verge of collapse.

However, the Ministry of Military Affairs' regulations are outrageously strict in terms of procedures and systems.

Even for a simple request for a box of the most basic hemostatic gel, one must use blessed parchment and fill out the application form in neat High Gothic script, strictly following the standard format prescribed by the Ministry of the Interior.

If even a single letter is misspelled, ink smudges, or the blessing mark on the parchment is not clear enough, the quartermaster won't even glance at it and will send it back for rewriting.

Even more ridiculous is that even if the form is perfect, the quartermaster may still reject the application a dozen times for reasons such as "not submitted according to standard procedures"—for example, "the signature was not made with a standard-sized quill pen", "the ink color is not in accordance with regulations", "the application was submitted outside of the standard office hours of Sacred Terra"...

In short, they can always find a reason to make things difficult. However, for the sea hare, this actually saves a lot of trouble.

In terms of discipline and procedures, there is nothing for the sea hare to worry about. He only needs to ensure that everything is going according to plan to maintain the smooth operation of the dome.

It should be noted that most of the wounded who were sent to this dome hospital had already received initial treatment at field medical stations behind the front lines, and their conditions were generally stable.

They were transferred here not for emergency treatment, but for long-term recuperation and functional recovery.

Therefore, even though the Ministry of Military Affairs' bureaucratic procedures are lengthy and cumbersome, these wounded soldiers can afford to wait—after all, their vital signs have stabilized and the most dangerous stage has long passed.

The main job of the sea hare is to be in charge of the reception and resettlement process for these wounded people.

Whenever a transport ship arrived, he would organize medical officers to conduct preliminary examinations of the transferred wounded, verify their identities, and then register them according to the Ministry of Military Affairs' ridiculously complicated standard procedures.

Just filling out all the forms takes up most of the day, not to mention waiting for approvals and stamps from different departments.

The most absurd thing about the whole process was that some of the lightly wounded had already healed by the time the procedures were completed.

However, due to the military affairs department's regulations requiring the completion of all registration procedures before they could be officially "discharged," these already lively soldiers had no choice but to remain in the hospital, idly counting the cracks in the ceiling every day.

For these soldiers, apart from those eager to return to the battlefield to prove their loyalty to the emperor, most of them enjoyed it all. After all, not having to risk their lives on the front lines was a real blessing for them.

This darkly humorous scene was perfectly normal within the Empire—after all, who could guarantee that those seemingly healed soldiers weren't vessels corrupted by Chaos? Who could be sure that simplifying procedures wouldn't give Tzeentch's demons an opportunity to exploit?
"Better to kill ten thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free" has always been the empire's guiding principle.

Even the judges sent by Chen Xi privately expressed their dissatisfaction with this inefficiency and made several suggestions for improvement to Hai Tu.

“These procedures have been going on for thousands of years, but times are changing, and we should always find ways to improve efficiency.” The judge once frowned and said, “Look at these recovered soldiers, just because the paperwork hasn’t been finished, they’re wasting precious beds.”

Sea Hare naturally agreed with this.

He did indeed try to implement some improvements: while strictly adhering to regulations, he redesigned the document circulation route, trained a group of clerks specifically responsible for pre-screening forms to ensure that each submission was approved on the first try, arranged for recovered wounded soldiers to be housed in a designated area to free up medical beds...

They even installed a servo skull on the desks of logistics officers to specifically remind them to prioritize processing backlogged requests.

However, due to the empire's strict procedural regulations, he had very little room to maneuver.

Ultimately, all HaiTu can do is try to provide some convenience for the process review and shorten those obviously unnecessary waiting times within the gaps of these red tape.

“At least now we can keep the average processing time under 20 standard days.” Sea Rabbit said to Villeanne with a wry smile, “In the records of the Ministry of Military Affairs, this is already considered a model of ‘high efficiency’.”

(End of this chapter)