A total of five ingredients were needed to refine the Hemostasis Potion, and the required ingredients and dosage were recorded in detail in the diary.
Of course, this kind of measurement made Charlotte feel less reliable.
For example, this silver-winged bat, Charlotte had entered a total of twelve this time, each of which had different sizes and shapes, and the difference in weight between the largest one and the smallest one was almost double.
The largest one and the smallest one almost doubled in weight. With a difference of twice the dosage, is the efficacy of the concoction really the same?
As a veterinarian, out of a responsible attitude towards his patients, he really didn't dare to concoct medicines indiscriminately.
"Obviously there are weighing tools, why can't we be a little more rigorous?" Charlotte found the ash-eating balance scale from the corner of the cabinet and frowned.
Pharmacists were just as important as doctors in Charlotte's eyes, but that wasn't the case in this world.
Although the Calvary Medical School offered the subject of pharmacy, it was only as a popular science extracurricular subject, completely at the lower end of the contempt chain.
After all, for doctors who knew healing magic, what potions could do could be solved with just a single spell, so why bother dealing with that filth?
The original body in order to promote medical reform, for pharmacy is quite interested in, specialized in collecting a lot of potion formulas, and after continuous testing, recorded a number of efficacy good potion formulas, all written in the diary.
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In the spirit of rigor, Charlotte selected medium sized ones from various materials and then weighed and recorded them one by one.
The record of the process of refining the potion is very simple, just like cooking, what to add first, then what to add, what to add at the end, put the lid on the pot and simmer for a while, and then it's ready to come out of the pot.
"How come it doesn't feel too reliable?" Charlotte studied it carefully for a while, and still felt that this method was too sloppy and not rigorous enough.
It included the method of handling each material, as well as the time interval of adding it, the final heating time to wait for the fusion, the fire, and so on.
Such a specialized thing as pill refining?
Surprisingly, there wasn't even a standard for this level?
Halving all the dosages, Charlotte took half of the ingredients into the kitchen and began to prepare for her first attempt at refining a potion.
Yes, the clinic didn't have a specialized pill refining room, but instead used the kitchen directly for potion refining.
The original body didn't know how to cook, and the kitchen became a pill refining room.
But Charlotte could cook, back then, in order to save money on eating out, he had practiced an excellent hand at cooking.
Friends said that with this cooking skill, he didn't worry about finding a wife.
Moreover, the food in this world is too difficult to eat, the black bread at noon today almost choked him to death.
When he stabilizes, he is definitely going to cook and eat by himself, and then he must clean out this kitchen ...
He stepped into the kitchen, and a strong putrid odor emanated from the large iron pot in a barrel that had not been cleaned on the stovetop, and a row of jars in the corner held all kinds of organs, and the top of his head was smoked pitch-black, and there was even inexplicable yellow grease slowly lowering down in the corner.
Vomit-
This kitchen couldn't be wanted!
Charlotte spent two hours cleaning the kitchen inside and out.
The floor tiles were scrubbed and glistened, various canned goods were neatly stacked in the corners covered with a layer of black cloth, the ceiling was also treated, and the black iron pots were restored to their original color, which was surprisingly white!
"In the future, this will be the specialized alchemy room, the kitchen is arranged to the empty room on the second floor, the living area is separated from the working area." Charlotte looked at the clean kitchen and thought in her heart.
In the earthen stove, the coal was already burning red, Charlotte solemnly set the large iron pot on the stove, picked up the diary to confirm the refining steps once again, and poured a bucket of still rainwater into the iron pot.
The water quickly boiled, and he placed the chert ore, blue beans, green-skinned frogs, silver-winged bats, and silver-ringed grass into it one by one in order, and the clear rainwater quickly turned into a pot of bubbling colorful thick liquid.
Charlotte found an old piece of clothing from upstairs and folded a thick mask for himself, the smell was just too soulful, he was afraid that the potion hadn't been refined yet and he would be sent away first.
It seems that everything seems to be going well, Charlotte also purposely used the timing hourglass to make a record of the time of the placement of various materials, if it can be successful at once, it can be used as a standard for refining at a later stage.
This was a rigorous scientific attitude.
"Stir three times, then cover the pot and wait for the potion to finish." Charlotte recited in her heart, picking up the stirring stick and stirring in the pot
stirring hard in the pot.
He felt that he was now like an old hag in some cartoons who was refining poison, without the slightest hint of a pharmacist's handsome appearance.
The color of the thick liquid was gradually blending and stabilizing, and even more amazingly, the liquid became clearer and clearer the more it boiled, and began to change towards red.
Bang!
Right at this moment, there was an explosion.
The potion in the iron pot erupted upwards as if it was a volcanic eruption, then splashed out in all directions.
"Crap!"
Charlotte turned around for the first time, then ran out of the kitchen.
All of his clothes were wet, fortunately, his face was wrapped in a mask, otherwise his handsome face was afraid to be ruined.
Waiting for the dense heat in the kitchen to dissipate, the kitchen that had just been cleaned, once again became a mess.
A frog's head and half of a bat's wings were plastered on the ceiling, the walls were filled with red splattered liquid, and the floor was unforgiving.
"Alchemists really are a dangerous type of labor." Charlotte's heart palpitated, while cursing the original body a hundred times.
The diary didn't say it would explode, right?
The process was written to be as simple as cooking, so it was no wonder he took it lightly.
Luckily, the potion refining was nearing its end, and although the frying pan was all over the floor and walls, the smell wasn't too bad.
After waiting at the kitchen door for a while to make sure that no secondary explosions would occur, Charlotte then walked into the kitchen.
Probing her head to look into the iron pot, at the bottom of the pot there was still a little bit of red clear liquid left, emitting a faint fragrance.
"Could it be, this is the final product?" Charlotte mused, taking out a glass jar to hold up the remaining liquid, just the right amount for a bottle.
Charlotte shook the bottle in her hand, the red liquid glowed with a demonic color under the light of the kerosene lamp, it looked decent.
"Gotta test the potency, but who's a good person to test the medicine on?" Charlotte walked out with the newly refined hemostatic potion, it was too risky to use it directly on a patient, it would be troublesome if something went wrong with it.
Then his gaze fell on the white cat that was crouching in the corner, with its back to him.
For the sake of the patients' well-being, he could only sacrifice Anna for a bit, as long as he did a simple test.
At the sound, Anna turned her head, a small white mouse pressed under her paw.
"Yo, there's a ready-made mouse." Charlotte's eyes lit up and she quickly walked over.
Saving the poor little white mouse from the cat's claws, Charlotte first checked its injuries, there were three claw lacerations and scratches, it seemed to have been toyed with for too long, its breath was a bit shriveled, shivering in his hands.
"Don't worry, I'll bring you back to life." Charlotte relieved it, then took it and walked to a side counter, carried an oil lamp over to do the lighting, poured a little bit of his newly concocted hemostatic potion out, moistened it with a strip of cloth, and then applied it to the wounds on the mice's stomach.
Anna hopped up onto the counter and sat crouched down to watch the owner who had taken her toy.
After the hourglass had been gone for about ten minutes, the wound on the mice's belly managed to stop bleeding and formed a bloody scab.
"It's working!"
Charlotte's eyes lit up.
Eh? I forgot to do a control group experiment.
Charlotte took the last bottle of Hemostasis Potion from the cabinet, which was the stock from the previous refining.
Using tweezers, he re-cleaned the mice's freshly scabbed wounds, the same wounds, a better reference.
The mouse that had just calmed down a bit looked up at Charlotte, "I thank you!"
Still in the same dosage, the red hemostatic potion was dipped into the mouse's wound, and then it was a matter of waiting for the potion to take effect.
After about three minutes, the wound successfully stopped bleeding and quickly scabbed over.
"This medicinal effect gap is still quite large, it seems that what I refined can only be considered a failure with some medicinal effect." Charlotte recorded the data and shook her head.
It seemed like they both had effects, but this difference of three times the duration of action was the difference between a bad product and a good product.
"This little white mouse ..." Charlotte mused, it was a good subject for experimentation.
The little white mouse that had been healed rolled over, looked up at Charlotte and then at the white cat at the other end of the counter, hesitated for a moment, and then defiantly rushed towards the white cat, "Please eat me! I won't live ..."
"Keep it first, it's not easy to find such a cute experiment subject." Charlotte grabbed it in one hand and then smoothly threw it into the drawer
drawer, snapping the drawer shut as a makeshift feeding cage.
Anna cocked her head for a moment and hopped away in boredom.
"What step went wrong? Bad timing in dropping the ingredients? Or the mixing position not handsome enough?" Charlotte returned to the kitchen and began a new round of trials.
That afternoon until the second half of the night, Charlotte was completely immersed in the kitchen refining the hemostatic potion.
He refined a total of nine pots, frying three and battering one, the other five were barely watchable.
"Very good, the hemostatic effect has reached a level consistent with the stock! And the clarity of the liquid is higher, better absorption!"
Under the dim midnight oil lamp, Charlotte, whose entire body was dyed red, looked at the rapidly healing wounds of the mice and let out a wry laugh.
Anna, who was sleeping, withdrew her own pink paws that were hanging outside the cabinet and covered her ears.
The little white mouse had flattened itself into a salted fish that had lost its dreams.
"That's the recipe, the last pot will hold ten bottles, enough for tomorrow." Charlotte babied away the journal, which detailed the ingredients used and the refining process down to the gram weight and second.
In addition to standardizing the process, Charlotte had also made some improvements to the process.
One of the biggest changes was the raw material processing, he ground the silver winged bats and dried frogs into powder in advance, and the ores were cracked into granules, so that the various materials could be fused faster and more fully, and the final potion obtained would have fewer impurities.