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He unscrewed the cap, tore off the aluminum foil, poured out a little powder, looked at it, and smelled it in his palm. He confirmed that the texture, color, and smell of the powder were exactly the same as the one he had used in the operating room before.

"Great! The quality is fine!"

Dr. Chen, beaming with joy, quickly signed his name on the delivery receipt and handed it to his colleague in the purchasing department.

"Go and get the paperwork done. This batch of medicine will be our hospital's 'trump card' from now on!"

After giving instructions to the purchasing department, Dr. Chen grabbed an unopened bottle of "Qiao's Hemostatic Powder" from the box, stuffed it into his white coat pocket, and hurriedly headed towards the military medical department.

The military medical department is located on the east side of the hospital building. It is an old, independent two-story building with red bricks and green tiles, and it is usually separate from the noisy outpatient and inpatient departments.

The people living here are all military doctors sent from the army, and they are all experts in treating gunshot wounds and knife wounds.

Dr. Chen pushed open the wooden door to the large office on the first floor. It was quiet inside, with only the scratching of pens on paper. Several young military doctors on duty were solemnly organizing medical records with their heads down.

"Comrades, hold on a second, I have something new to show you!"

Dr. Chen laughed and called out, then walked over and placed the brown bottle of "Qiao's Hemostatic Powder" heavily on the desk in the middle.

Several young military doctors looked up.

One of the young military doctors, Dr. Song, who wore thick-rimmed glasses and looked somewhat frail, was the first to put down his pen. He curiously reached for the medicine bottle, examined the label, and frowned slightly.

"Director Chen, what is this? 'Qiao's Hemostatic Powder'? The name sounds like some kind of quack's plaster, it's a bit strange."

A nearby military doctor also came over, glanced at it, and chimed in:

"Yes, Director Chen. Our hospital usually uses Yunnan Baiyao and Western medicine hemostatic powder, right? Where did this new drug come from? I've never even heard of it."

Faced with the young man's doubts, Dr. Chen remained unperturbed. He placed his hands on the table and smiled mysteriously.

"The name is a bit rustic; it was just something we came up with randomly when we were registering it. But let me tell you, this powder is a real treasure! It's specifically designed for treating traumatic hemorrhage, and its hemostasis speed is phenomenal. And the most amazing thing is that it also promotes wound healing and prevents inflammation. That seriously wounded soldier who was brought in a few days ago was bleeding uncontrollably, and it was this powder that saved him! I saw it with my own eyes in the operating room; the effect was visibly much faster than any of our current hemostatic agents!"

Hearing Dr. Chen's incredible explanation, the young military doctors exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with skepticism.

In medicine, they only believe in facts; they always feel that what others say is exaggerated.

Dr. Song fiddled with the medicine bottle, adjusted his glasses, and said with some disbelief:

"Director Chen, are you just bragging to us about selling this medicine to some acquaintance? Is it really that fast? Even if it promotes tissue regeneration and stops bleeding, it has to follow the physiological laws of the human body. There's no medicine that can stop massive bleeding instantly."

"Hey! You little punk, you still don't believe me, huh?"

Dr. Chen's eyes widened, and he pointed to the bottle of medicine:

"Don't believe me? Try unscrewing it yourself!"

Dr. Song is also stubborn, and Dr. Chen's words provoked her competitive spirit.

"Okay, let's give it a try. Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth."

He twisted open the plastic cap and tore off the aluminum foil.

In an instant, a very peculiar medicinal fragrance, carrying a faint herbal bitterness and coolness, filled the office.

Dr. Song sniffed, his eyes changing slightly: "The scent of this medicine... is indeed quite unique, unlike ordinary Chinese medicine."

However, he didn't stop what he was doing. He opened a drawer in his desk and took out a brand-new, sterilized scalpel that gleamed coldly.

"Xiao Song, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" A colleague next to him couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing."

Dr. Song remained calm, placing his left hand flat on the table with the back of his hand facing up.

Then, holding the scalpel in his right hand, he gritted his teeth and made a deep cut on the back of his left hand!

"hiss--"

The blade was extremely sharp, instantly drawing a cut about two centimeters long on the back of the fair hand—not deep, but definitely not shallow.

Bright red blood gushed from the wound almost immediately, dripping down and instantly staining the back of his hand red.

"Don't just stand there, hurry up and apply the medicine!" Dr. Chen urged from the side, but his face showed an expression of watching a good show.

Despite the burning pain on the back of his hand, Dr. Song picked up the medicine bottle with his right hand, tilted it slightly, and evenly sprinkled the dark brown "Qiao's Hemostatic Powder" onto the bleeding wound.

The powder fell onto the warm blood.

A miraculous thing happened!

The dark brown powder, upon contact with the blood, did not disperse like ordinary powder. Instead, it dissolved rapidly, as if it were alive, merging with the blood to form a thin, dark paste that tightly sealed the wound.

The office became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the back of Dr. Song's hand.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Around the fifth second, the blood that was still seeping out miraculously stopped!

By the eighth second, the dark paste began to dry and solidify rapidly.

A full ten seconds!

The wound surface had completely congealed into a solid scab, and there was no more blood seeping out.

Dr. Song was completely dumbfounded.

With trembling hands, he grabbed a clean piece of gauze from the side and carefully wiped away the dark brown powder that remained around the wound.

The two-centimeter-long wound was now tightly sealed together by a layer of dried scab. Even the skin around the edges, which had been red and swollen from the cut, had turned a healthy light pink. The burning pain had also disappeared almost entirely, replaced by a cool and comfortable sensation.

"This...how is this possible..."

Dr. Song murmured in disbelief, her eyes wide open, almost popping out from behind her glasses.

The two young military doctors next to him gasped and couldn't help but come closer. One of them even reached out and gently touched the thin scab on the back of his hand.

"It really stopped! My God, it's only been a few seconds? Less than ten seconds!"

"My God, I didn't even finish counting the blood before it dried!"