I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Five ingredients are needed to make the hemostatic agent, and the required ingredients and dosages are recorded in detail in the diary.

Of course, Charlotte found this method of measurement unreliable.

For example, Charlotte brought in twelve silver-winged bats this time. Each one was different in size and shape, and the largest one weighed almost twice as much as the smallest one.

Do medicines made with such different dosages (by a factor of two) really have the same efficacy?

As a veterinarian, out of a sense of responsibility to his patients, he really didn't dare to concoct medicines haphazardly.

"Why can't we be more precise when we have weighing tools?" Charlotte frowned as she found the dusty balance scale in the corner of the cabinet.

Charlotte sees pharmacists as just as doctors, but that's not the case in this world.

Although the Kalva Medical School offers a pharmacy program, it is only offered as a popular science extracurricular subject and is at the very bottom of the hierarchy of academic disciplines.

After all, for doctors who know healing magic, what can be done with potions can be solved with just one spell, so why bother dealing with those dirty things?

In order to promote medical reform, the original owner paid great attention to pharmacy. He collected a lot of medicine formulas and, after continuous experimentation, recorded a number of effective medicine formulas, all of which were written in his diary.

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With a meticulous attitude, Charlotte selected medium-sized materials from various sources and then weighed and recorded them one by one.

The process of refining the potion is very simple, just like cooking. You add this first, then that, and finally that, cover the pot and let it simmer for a while, and then it's ready to serve.

"Why does this method seem a bit unreliable?" Charlotte studied it carefully for a while, but still felt that the method was too crude and not rigorous enough.

This includes the processing methods for each material, the time intervals between their addition, the final heating time for fusion, the heat level, and so on.

Is alchemy such a specialized field?

  

They don't even have standards of this level?

Charlotte halved all the dosages, took half of the ingredients into the kitchen, and began preparing to try brewing the potion for the first time.

Yes, the clinic does not have a dedicated medicine-making room; instead, the medicines are made directly in the kitchen.

Since the original owner of this body couldn't cook, the kitchen became a medicine-making room.

But Charlotte can cook! Back in the day, to save money on eating out, he honed his culinary skills to perfection.

His friends all say that with his culinary skills, he won't have trouble finding a wife.

Moreover, the food in this world is terrible; the black bread he ate for lunch today almost choked him to death.

Once things settle down, he'll definitely want to cook for himself, and then we'll definitely have to clean out this kitchen...

He stepped into the kitchen, where a strong stench of decay emanated from a large, unwashed iron pot on the stove. A row of jars in the corner contained various organs, their surfaces blackened by smoke, and strange yellow grease was slowly dripping from the wall.

vomit--

This kitchen is unusable!

Charlotte spent two hours cleaning the kitchen inside and out.

The floor tiles were polished until they shone, and various cans were neatly stacked in the corner and covered with a black cloth. The ceiling was also cleaned, and the black iron pot was restored to its original color, which was actually white!

"This will be a dedicated alchemy room from now on. The kitchen will be moved to an empty room on the second floor, separating the living area from the work area," Charlotte thought to herself as she looked at the clean kitchen.

Inside the earthen stove, the coal was already glowing red. Charlotte solemnly placed the large iron pot on the stove, picked up her diary to double-check the refining steps, and poured a bucket of rainwater into the pot.

The water boiled quickly, and he added the limestone ore, blue beans, green frogs, silver-winged bats, and silver ring grass one by one in order. The clear rainwater soon turned into a pot of bubbling, colorful, thick liquid.

Charlotte found an old piece of clothing upstairs and folded it into a thick mask. The smell was so intoxicating that he was afraid he would be sent away before the potion was even made.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Charlotte even used an hourglass to record the timing of adding various materials, so that if she could succeed on the first try, it could be used as a standard for refining later.

This is a rigorous scientific attitude.

"Stir three times, then cover the pot and wait for the potion to finish," Charlotte thought to herself, picking up a stirring stick and stirring vigorously in the pot.

He felt like an old witch in some cartoon concocting poison, completely lacking the dashing appearance of a pharmacist.

The color of the thick liquid is gradually merging and stabilizing. Even more amazingly, the liquid becomes clearer and clearer as it boils, and begins to change towards red.

boom!

Just then, a loud explosion occurred.

The medicine in the iron pot gushed upwards like a volcanic eruption, then splashed everywhere.

Holy crap!

Charlotte turned around immediately and ran out of the kitchen.

His clothes were completely soaked, but thankfully he had a mask on, otherwise his handsome face would probably have been ruined.

Once the steamy heat in the kitchen dissipated, the kitchen, which had just been cleaned, became a complete mess again.

A frog's head and half a bat's wing were stuck to the ceiling, the walls were covered in red splattered liquid, and the floor was an eyesore.

"Alchemy is indeed a dangerous profession." Charlotte thought with lingering fear, cursing the original owner a hundred times over.

The diary didn't mention anything about an explosion.

The process was described as simple as cooking, so it's no wonder he was careless.

Fortunately, the potion was nearing completion. Although the pot had exploded all over the floor and walls, the smell wasn't too bad.

After waiting for a while at the kitchen door to make sure there wouldn't be a second explosion, Charlotte went into the kitchen.

I peeked into the iron pot and saw a little clear red liquid at the bottom, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Could this be the final product?" Charlotte pondered, then took out a glass jar and poured out the remaining liquid, which was exactly the amount needed for one bottle.

Charlotte shook the bottle in her hand; the red liquid shimmered eerily in the kerosene lamp light, looking quite convincing.

"We need to test the drug's effectiveness, but who should we ask to test it?" Charlotte came out with the newly made hemostatic medicine. Giving it directly to the patient would be too risky, and it would be troublesome if something went wrong.

Then his gaze fell on the white cat crouching in the corner, its back to him.

For the sake of the patients' well-being, Anna has to be sacrificed; all that's needed is a simple experiment.

Hearing the sound, Anna turned her head, and there was a small white mouse under her paw.

"Oh, there are even ready-made lab mice." Charlotte's eyes lit up, and she quickly walked over.

Charlotte rescued the poor little white mouse from the cat's claws and first examined its injuries. There were three lacerations and scratches on its claws. It seemed to have been toyed with for too long, and its breath was weak. It trembled in Charlotte's hands.

"Don't worry, I'll save you." Charlotte comforted it, then took it to the counter, picked up an oil lamp for lighting, poured out some of his newly made hemostatic medicine, moistened it with a cloth, and applied it to the wound on the mouse's abdomen.

Anna jumped onto the counter and squatted down to watch the owner who had taken her toy.

About ten minutes after the hourglass ran, the wound on the mouse's belly stopped bleeding and a scab formed.

"It works!"

Charlotte's eyes lit up.

Oops? I forgot to do the control group experiment.

Charlotte took the last bottle of hemostatic potion from the cabinet; it was a stockpile she had made earlier.

Use tweezers to clean the newly scabbed wounds of the mouse again. The same wound is more useful for reference.

The mouse, having calmed down a bit, looked up at Charlotte and said, "Thank you!"

Using the same dosage, the red hemostatic agent was applied to the mouse's wound, and then it was time to wait for the drug to take effect.

About three minutes later, the bleeding stopped and the wound quickly scabbed over.

"The difference in efficacy is quite significant. It seems that what I refined can only be considered a failed product with some medicinal effect." Charlotte recorded the data and shook her head.

Both products seem to be effective, but the difference in their three-fold time to take effect is the difference between inferior and superior products.

"This little white mouse..." Charlotte pondered, "It's a good experimental subject."

The healed mouse rolled over, looked up at Charlotte, then at the white cat on the other side of the counter. After hesitating for a moment, it charged towards the cat without hesitation: "Please eat me! I don't want to live anymore..."

"Let's keep it for now. Such a cute experimental subject is hard to find." Charlotte grabbed it and tossed it into the drawer, slamming the drawer shut as a temporary cage.

Anna tilted her head and looked for a while, then jumped away, bored.

"Where did things go wrong? Was the timing of adding the ingredients wrong? Or was my stirring technique not cool enough?" Charlotte returned to the kitchen and began a new round of experiments.

That afternoon, and into the early hours of the night, Charlotte was completely absorbed in the kitchen making hemostatic medicine.

He made nine batches in total, fried three batches, burned one batch, and the other five batches were barely acceptable.

"Excellent! The hemostatic effect has reached the same level as the stock! Moreover, the liquid is clearer and absorbs better!"

Under the dim light of the oil lamp at midnight, Charlotte, her body stained red, watched the white mouse's wounds heal rapidly and let out a strange laugh.

Anna, who was sleeping, withdrew her pink hand that was dangling outside the cabinet and covered her ears.

The white mouse has lay flat, becoming a salted fish that has lost its dreams.

"This is the recipe. The last batch will make ten bottles, enough for tomorrow." Charlotte Baby put away her diary, which contained detailed records of the ingredients and refining process, accurate to the gram and second.

In addition to standardizing the process, Charlotte also made some improvements to the technology.

The biggest change was in the raw material processing. He ground the silver-winged bats and frogs into powder in advance and crushed the ore into particles, so that the various materials could be combined more quickly and fully, and the final potion would have fewer impurities.