Five materials are needed to refine hemostatic potion, and the required materials and dosage are recorded in detail in the diary.
Of course, this measurement method makes Charlotte feel unreliable.
For example, this silver-winged bat, Charlotte bought a total of twelve this time, each of which is different in size and shape, and the weight difference between the largest and the smallest is almost double.
With this double dosage, will the efficacy of the refined potion really be consistent?
As a veterinarian, out of a responsible attitude towards patients, he really doesn't dare to refine medicine randomly.
"There are weighing tools, why can't it be more rigorous?" Charlotte found the dusty balance scale in the corner of the cabinet, frowning.
In Charlotte's eyes, pharmacists are as important as doctors, but this is not the case in this world.
Although the Calva Medical College has opened a pharmacy subject, it is only an extracurricular subject of popular science, which is completely at the bottom of the contempt chain.
After all, for doctors who can use healing magic, what potions can do can be solved with just one magic, so why bother dealing with those dirty things?
In order to promote medical reform, the original body was quite concerned about pharmacy, and specially collected a lot of potion formulas. After continuous experiments, a batch of potion formulas with good effects were recorded, all written in the diary.
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With a rigorous attitude, Charlotte selected medium-sized materials from various materials, and then weighed and recorded them one by one.
The process of refining potions is very simple to record, just like cooking, what to add first, what to add next, and what to add last, cover the pot and simmer for a while, and then you can get it out of the pot.
"Why does it feel unreliable?" Charlotte studied it carefully for a while, but still felt that this method was too rough and not rigorous enough.
Including the processing method of each material, the time interval between additions, the heating time and heat waiting for fusion, etc.
Refining medicine is such a professional thing?
There is no standard for this level?
After halving all the doses, Charlotte took half of the materials into the kitchen and began to prepare for the first attempt at refining medicine.
Yes, there is no special medicine refining room in the clinic, but the kitchen is used directly for refining medicine.
The original body can't cook, so the kitchen has become a medicine refining room.
But Charlotte can cook. In order to save money on eating out, he has mastered excellent cooking skills.
Friends say that with this cooking skill, he will never have trouble finding a wife.
And the food in this world is too bad. The black bread at noon today almost choked him to death.
After he stabilizes, he will definitely cook for himself, and then he must clean up this kitchen...
He stepped into the kitchen, and a strong stench came from the unwashed barrel-shaped iron pot on the stove. A row of jars in the corner of the wall contained various organs. The top of his head was smoked black, and there was even an inexplicable yellow grease slowly falling in the corner of the wall.
Ugh——
This kitchen can't be used!
Charlotte spent two hours cleaning the kitchen inside and out.
The floor tiles were polished to a bright shine, various cans were neatly stacked in the corner and covered with a layer of black cloth, the ceiling was also cleaned, and the black iron pot restored its original color, which was actually white!
"This will be a special alchemy room in the future. The kitchen will be arranged in an empty room on the second floor, and the living area and work area will be separated." Charlotte looked at the clean kitchen and thought to herself.
In the earthen stove, the coal was already burning red. Charlotte solemnly placed the big iron pot on the stove, picked up the diary to confirm the refining steps again, and poured a bucket of rainwater into the iron pot.
The water boiled quickly, and he put the limestone ore, blue beans, green-skinned frogs, silver-winged bats, silver ring grass, etc. into it 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 a thick mask for herself. The smell was too intoxicating. He was afraid that he would be sent away before the potion was made.
Everything seemed to be going well. Charlotte also used a timer hourglass to record the time of putting in various materials. If it could be successful at one time, it could be used as a refining standard later.
This is a rigorous scientific attitude.
"Stir three times, then cover the pot, and wait for the potion to be completed." Charlotte muttered in her heart, picked up the stirring stick and stirred vigorously in the pot.
He felt that he was like an old witch who was refining poison in some cartoons, without the handsome appearance of a pharmacist.
The color of the thick liquid was gradually merging and stabilizing. What was even more amazing was that the liquid became clearer and clearer as it boiled, and began to change to red.
Bang!
At this moment, there was an explosion.
The potion in the iron pot gushed upward like a volcanic eruption, and then splashed everywhere.
"Fuck!"
Charlotte turned around immediately and ran out of the kitchen.
His clothes were all wet, but fortunately he had a mask on his face, otherwise his handsome face would probably be ruined.
When the hot air in the kitchen dissipated, the kitchen that had just been cleaned became a mess again.
A frog head and half a bat wing were attached to the ceiling, the walls were covered with red splashing liquid, and the ground was unbearable to look at.
"Alchemy is indeed a dangerous job." Charlotte was still in shock, and cursed her original body a hundred times.
The diary didn't say it would explode, did it?
The process was as simple as cooking, so it's no wonder he was careless.
Fortunately, the potion refining was nearing the end. Although the pot was full of explosions, the smell was not bad.
After waiting at the kitchen door for a while and making sure that there would be no secondary explosion, Charlotte walked into the kitchen.
He looked into the iron pot and saw a little red clear liquid left at the bottom of the pot, emitting a faint fragrance.
"Could this be the final product?" Charlotte pondered, and took out a glass jar to collect the remaining liquid, which was just enough for one bottle.
Charlotte shook the bottle in her hand, and the red liquid glowed with a strange color under the light of the kerosene lamp, which looked quite realistic.
"We need to test the efficacy of the medicine, but who should we find to test it?" Charlotte came out with the newly refined hemostatic potion. It was too risky to use it directly on the patient. If there was a problem, it would be troublesome.
Then his eyes fell on the white cat squatting in the corner with his back to him.
For the welfare of the patient, Anna had to be sacrificed, and a simple experiment would be enough.
Hearing the sound, Anna turned her head and pressed a white mouse under her paw.
"Oh, there is a ready-made little white mouse." Charlotte's eyes lit up and she walked over quickly.
After saving the poor little white mouse from the cat's claws, Charlotte first checked its injuries. There were three claw tears and scratches. It seemed that it had been played with for too long. Its breath was a little weak and it trembled in his hands.
"Don't worry, I will save you." Charlotte comforted it, then took it to the counter next to it, brought an oil lamp for lighting, poured out a little of his newly made hemostatic potion, moistened it with a cloth strip, and then applied it to the wound on the little white mouse's belly.
Anna jumped onto the counter and squatted to watch the owner who snatched her toy.
After the hourglass ran for about ten minutes, the wound on the little white mouse's belly successfully stopped bleeding and formed a layer of blood scab.
"It works!"
Charlotte's eyes lit up.
Eh? Forgot to do a control group experiment.
Charlotte took the last bottle of hemostatic potion from the cabinet, which was the stock made before.
Use tweezers to clean the scabby wound of the mouse. The same wound is more useful for reference.
The mouse, which has just recovered, looked up at Charlotte and said, "Thank you!"
It was still the same dose. The red hemostatic agent was dipped into the mouse's wound, and then it was time to wait for the effect to take effect.
About three minutes later, the wound successfully stopped bleeding and quickly scabbed.
"The difference in efficacy is still quite large. It seems that what I refined can only be regarded as a failed product with some efficacy." Charlotte recorded the data and shook her head.
It seems that they all have an effect, but the difference of three times in the duration of action is the difference between inferior and good products.
"This little mouse..." Charlotte pondered, it is a good experimental subject.
The healed mouse turned over, looked up at Charlotte, then looked at the white cat at the other end of the counter, hesitated for a moment, and then rushed to the white cat without hesitation: "Please eat me! I won't live anymore..."
"Keep it first, it's not easy to find such a cute experimental subject." Charlotte grabbed it, and then threw it into the drawer, and closed the drawer in an instant, as a temporary breeding cage.
Anna tilted her head and looked for a while, then jumped away in boredom.
"Which step went wrong? Was the timing of the material addition wrong? Or was the stirring posture not handsome enough?" Charlotte returned to the kitchen and started a new round of experiments.
That afternoon until the second half of the night, Charlotte was completely immersed in the kitchen to make hemostatic potions.
He made a total of nine pots, three of which were fried, one was burnt, and the other five furnaces were barely acceptable.
"Very good, the hemostatic effect has reached the same level as the inventory! And the liquid is clearer and more absorbent!"
Under the dim oil lamp at midnight, Charlotte, whose body was stained red, looked at the quickly healing wound of the little white mouse and laughed strangely.
Anna, who was sleeping, retracted her pink claws hanging outside the cabinet and covered her ears.
The little white mouse had already laid down, becoming a salted fish that had lost its dream.
"This is the formula. The last pot can hold ten bottles, enough for tomorrow." Charlotte's baby put away the diary, which recorded the materials and refining process in detail, accurate to the gram weight and second level.
In addition to standardizing the process, Charlotte also made some improvements to the process.
The biggest change was the processing of raw materials. He ground the silver-winged bats and dried frogs into powder in advance, and crushed the ore into particles, so that the various materials could be integrated faster and more fully, and the impurities of the final potion would be less.