Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 7: Hemostatic Potion

Chapter 7: Hemostatic Potion

The production of the Hemostatic Potion requires a total of five ingredients, and the required materials and quantities are detailed in the journal.

Of course, Charlotte found this measuring method unreliable.

For example, these Silverwing Bats. Charlotte had obtained a total of twelve of them this time, and each one varied in size and shape. The weight difference between the largest and smallest bats was almost double.

Would the potions produced with such a twofold difference in dosage have the same effectiveness?

As a veterinarian, out of a sense of responsibility toward patients, he was hesitant to randomly brew potions.

"Why can't we be more precise when we have weighing tools?" Charlotte found the neglected weighing scale in the corner of the cabinet, furrowing his brow.

In Charlotte's eyes, apothecaries were just as important as doctors, but that wasn't the case in this world.

Although Calva Medical College offered a course in potion-making, it was merely an extracurricular subject and was at the bottom of the hierarchy in terms of respect.

After all, for doctors who could use healing magic, anything that potions could achieve could be solved with just one spell. So why bother dealing with those dirty things?

To promote medical reform, the original owner of Charlotte's body had taken a keen interest in potion-making. They had collected numerous potion recipes and, through continuous experimentation, recorded a batch of effective formulas, all of which were written in the journal.

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With a rigorous attitude, Charlotte selected materials of average size from various sources and then weighed and recorded them one by one.

The process of brewing potions was simple, much like cooking. Add this, then add that, and finally, add something else. Cover the pot and let it simmer for a while, then it's ready to be served.

"Why does it feel unreliable?" After carefully studying for a while, Charlotte still felt that this method was too crude and lacked rigor.

This included the handling methods for each material, the time intervals for adding them, the heating time required for fusion, the level of heat, and so on.

Was potion-making such an unprofessional matter?

They didn't even have such standards at this level?

Halving all the dosages, Charlotte took half of the materials and entered the kitchen, preparing to attempt the first potion-making process.

Yes, the clinic did not have a dedicated alchemy room. Instead, they used the kitchen for potion-making.

The original owner couldn't cook, so the kitchen had become the makeshift alchemy room.

But Charlotte knew how to cook. In the past, to save money on dining out, he had honed excellent culinary skills.

His friends used to say that with his culinary skills, he wouldn't have trouble finding a wife.

Moreover, the food in this world was so unappetizing. The black bread for lunch almost choked him.

Once he settled down, he would cook for himself, and he would have to clean up the kitchen...

He stepped into the kitchen, and a strong stench emanated from the barrel-shaped iron pot on the stove that hadn't been cleaned. Rows of jars in the corner contained various organs, the ceiling was blackened by smoke, and there was even an inexplicable yellow grease slowly dripping down the wall.

Ugh

This kitchen was unacceptable!

It took Charlotte two hours to clean the inside and outside of the kitchen.

The floor tiles gleamed, and various cans were neatly placed in the corner and covered with a layer of black cloth. The ceiling was also cleaned, and the black iron pot had regained its original colorit was white!

"In the future, this will be the dedicated alchemy room. The kitchen will be arranged in the empty room on the second floor, separating the living area from the workspace," Charlotte thought as he looked at the clean kitchen.

Inside the clay stove, the coal was already burning red. Charlotte solemnly placed the large iron pot on the stove and picked up the journal to double-check the brewing steps. He poured a bucket of stagnant rainwater into the iron pot.

The water quickly boiled, and he sequentially added limestone ore, blue beans, green-skinned frogs, Silverwing Bats, and Silverring Grass according to the 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 for himself. The scent was truly overwhelming, and he was afraid of being overwhelmed by the potion before it was even brewed.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Charlotte even recorded the timing of adding various ingredients using an hourglass. If he succeeded on the first try, it could be used as a standard for future potion-making.

This was a meticulous scientific attitude.

"Stir three times, then cover the pot and wait for the potion to be completed," Charlotte silently recited in his mind as he vigorously stirred with a stirring rod in the pot.

He felt like an old witch brewing poison in some animated movie, without the cool appearance of an apothecary at all.

The colors of the thick liquid were gradually blending and stabilizing. What was even more magical was that the liquid became clearer the longer it cooked, shifting towards a red hue.

Bang!

Just then, a loud explosion occurred.

The potion in the iron pot erupted like a volcanic eruption, splashing in all directions.

"Oh, shit!"

Charlotte immediately turned around and rushed out of the kitchen.

His clothes were soaked, but fortunately, his face was covered with a mask. Otherwise, his handsome appearance would have been ruined.

Once the hazy heat in the kitchen had dissipated, the freshly cleaned kitchen became a mess again.

A frog's head and half a bat wing were stuck to the ceiling, red splatters covered the walls, and the floor was unbearable to look at.

"Alchemy is indeed a dangerous profession," Charlotte said with lingering fear, cursing the original owner of the body a hundred times.

The diary didn't mention anything about explosions, did it?

The process seemed as simple as cooking, so it was no wonder he had underestimated it.

Fortunately, the potion was nearing completion. Despite the mess from the pot explosion on the walls and floor, the smell wasn't too unpleasant.

After waiting at the kitchen entrance to ensure there wouldn't be a second explosion, Charlotte finally walked into the kitchen.

He leaned over and glanced into the iron pot. There remained a small amount of red, clear liquid at the bottom of the pot, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Could this be the final product?" Charlotte pondered. He took out a glass jar and carefully poured the remaining liquid into it, filling exactly one bottle's worth.

Charlotte shook the bottle in his hand. The red liquid shimmered with an eerie hue in the light of the kerosene lamp, looking quite promising.

"I need to test the efficacy of the potion, but who should I test it on?" Charlotte walked out with the newly brewed hemostatic potion, realizing that it would be too risky to use it directly on a patient without conducting a proper experiment.

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

In the interest of the patient's well-being, sacrificing Anna was necessary. He only needed to perform a simple test.

Upon hearing the sound, Anna turned her head, her paw holding down a white mouse.

"Oh, there's a ready-made white mouse," Charlotte's eyes lit up as he quickly approached.

He rescued the poor little mouse from the cat's claws and first examined its injuries. It had three claw tears and scratches, seemingly played with for too long. Its breath was weak, and it shivered in his hands.

"Don't worry, I will save you," Charlotte reassured it, then carried it to the nearby counter. He grabbed an oil lamp for illumination, poured a bit of his newly brewed hemostatic potion, moistened a piece of cloth, and applied it to the mouse's belly wound.

Anna jumped onto the counter and crouched there, watching her owner who had taken away her toy.

After approximately ten minutes, the wound on the mouse's belly successfully stopped bleeding and formed a layer of scab.

"It's effective!"

Charlotte's eyes brightened.

Oh, I forgot to create a control group for the experiment.

Charlotte took the last bottle of hemostatic potion from the cabinet, which was part of the inventory he had previously brewed.

Using tweezers, he cleaned the scabbed wound on the mouse's belly, creating a comparable reference.

Only then did the mouse calm down a little, and seemed to look up at Charlotte, complaining in his heart: I will really thank you (T_T)!

With the same dosage, he dipped the red hemostatic potion into the mouse's wound, and then it was a matter of waiting for the medicine to take effect.

After about three minutes, the wound successfully stopped bleeding and quickly formed a scab.

"The difference in efficacy is quite significant. It seems that the ones I brewed can only be considered failed products with slight effectiveness," Charlotte recorded the data and shook his head.

Although they all seem to be effective, the difference in duration of action is three times, which is the gap between inferior and superior products.

"This little mouse..." Charlotte pondered, realizing it was a good experimental subject.

The mouse, whose injuries had been healed, flipped over and looked at Charlotte, then glanced at the white cat on the other end of the counter. After a moment of hesitation, it bravely rushed towards the white cat, saying, "Please eat me! I don't want to live anymore..."

"For now, let's keep you. It's not easy to find such a cute experimental subject." Charlotte grabbed it and casually threw it into a drawer, closing it with a snap as a temporary holding cage.

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

"What went wrong? Was it the timing of the ingredient addition? Or did I not stir it in a cool enough manner?" Charlotte returned to the kitchen, starting a new round of experiments.

From the afternoon until late at night, Charlotte was completely immersed in brewing the hemostatic potion in the kitchen.

He brewed a total of nine pots, three of which exploded, one turned into a mess, and the other five were barely acceptable.

"Very good, the hemostatic effect has reached the level consistent with the inventory! And the liquid is clearer and has better absorbability!"

In the dim light of the oil lamp at midnight, Charlotte, with his entire body stained red, watched the quickly healing wound on the little mouse and let out eerie laughter.

Anna, who was sleeping, retracted her pink paws hanging outside the cabinet and covered her ears.

The little mouse lay flat, becoming a fish that had lost its dreams.

"This formula is it! The last pot can fill ten bottles, enough for tomorrow." Charlotte cherished his diary, which detailed the ingredients and the refining process, accurate to the gram and second.

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

The most significant change was the treatment of raw materials. He ground the silver-winged bat and frog into powder in advance, and crushed the ores into granules, allowing the various materials to fuse faster and more thoroughly, resulting in fewer impurities in the final potion.