My career is a dentist.

But someone lived in my teeth. I don’t know how to describe it. That day I got up and brushed my teeth, and suddenly I heard a sound:

Hello--

I was the only one in the whole family, the bathroom was empty, I looked at the mirror, and I looked numb in the mirror.

Hello--

He called me again.

The sound seemed to be coming from my teeth? Although I don’t know why I feel this way, it seems to be coming from my teeth.

I knocked my teeth with a toothbrush, and he didn't speak anymore when he heard a very dull sound.

After I wash up, I have to go to work. This is my daily behavior every day. The dentistry is open in a slum, and I live in the same community. I can go to work as long as I go downstairs. The commuting time is no more than five minutes.

This clinic was left to me by my father. On the way to the dentistry, I had to cross a dark corridor. I grew up here since I was a child.

Later, my father passed away and I heard that there was metal pollution here, so some neighbors moved away, but new neighbors came over.

The new neighbors are all defective products. They knew they were dying very early. Once they got the money, they would take a new type of hallucinogen called Hei Meng, which would corrode their teeth over time.

I never find them annoying because they will come to me for repair after their teeth are broken.

When doing business, what I fear most is that one day I have no source of customers, but my source of customers is endless.

Due to the development of technology, many dentists have been replaced by machines, and dentists have become a somewhat retro profession. Now many medical cabins can use dental dentistry, which is painless, more accurate than people, and the whole experience is very excellent.

But expensive.

Many people look down on me at all and can only come to me to do craftsmanship.

I have been serving these people, and they call me Black Dream Dentist.

They said that I specialize in taking the sequelae of hallucinogens, and I never deny that there is nothing to deny.

The top chaebols are eroding the people at the bottom and exploiting them layer by layer. I am just in the last part of the food chain.

I can't save these defective products, but I can treat their teeth.

I go through many defective products every day before I can return to my clinic. I often feel that someone wants to kill me, so they will lie in the corner openly. Maybe one day if you suck too much, you will have hallucinations and will make you feel better.

I'll kill it.

I have always had this awareness, but I never thought about moving, and I think it would be fine to end like this.

Sometimes I am very curious about what that black dream is?

Why do they lie in the corner after sucking, and aren’t they dirty?

But I have never tried it out of line. I just repeat my life every day, wake up, go to work, open the patient's mouth, and see a black teeth. Over time, I can even identify who this person is through my teeth.

Actually, I have very few things to do because no matter how I repair them, my teeth will continue to break, so I just treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

But I have been observing the teeth of these people. Each person's teeth are different. Each small tooth seems to have an independent life.

What a strange idea. I had hallucinations before I could suck Black Dreams.

The days passed by day until my teeth began to speak.

He just called me at the beginning, hey!

Hello--

These hemps have different tones, which seem to be used to express different moods. I feel very annoying and too noisy.

It's really more annoying than those defective products. When he speaks, his voice will accurately reach my mind. I can't escape or block my ears.

No matter how loudly I play music, the sound of music cannot overwhelm the sound in my teeth.

I've asked others if they can hear it.

The assistant doctor looked at me in horror, as if I had asked a very strange question.

No one can hear it, only I can hear it, so I am the only one who can annoy him.

This is so uncomfortable. One person lives in one person's teeth, or one person lives in another person's teeth.

This should be very uncomfortable for both of us.

Sometimes I fantasize about how this person who lives in my teeth feels? What does he do every day?

Do you also brush your teeth after waking up every morning?

I took a lot of photos of my teeth, and I took one every day. I wanted to find out where he was and I wanted to know him more deeply.

But no matter what machine I use or what means I use, I can't find him.

I even went to see other dentists, but the doctor did not find my lesions, but instead asked me to go to the psychology department.

Too unprofessional.

I was obviously visiting teeth, so why did I ask me to go to the psychology department?

I paid for another visit to the medical cabin specializing in teeth treatment. The cost was very high at one time and it cost 30,000 SGD.

The medical cabin, which claimed to be high-tech, did not detect any problems. "Your teeth are healthy." The female voice of the medical cabin said to me.

I was very disappointed, but I still retained this habit. The first thing I do every day when I go to work is to turn on the instrument to take a photo of myself of my teeth.

Over time, my family has photos of teeth, and they look the same and there is no difference.

But I feel that these photos are beautiful. I am a dentist. I pay great attention to my teeth protection and every tooth is healthy.

Sometimes I look at these teeth with an admiring look, as if I am patrolling my own territory.

Later, he seemed to learn to speak. He not only said hello, he said the first sentence.

"toothache."

Then there is a more complete sentence: "I have a toothache."

"Doctor, I have a toothache."

I often hear this sentence, doctor, I have a toothache, and every patient basically starts with this sentence when meeting.

At this time, I will patiently ask him which toothache and how it hurts. I will knock on the surface of his teeth. Is it here? I will turn on the headlight, penetrate into his mouth, and carefully observe his

Bad teeth.

Doctor, I have a toothache.

Under normal circumstances, I should have handled this way.

But he confused me because he lives in my teeth, and I can't see his mouth or his teeth.

Will there be someone living in his teeth?

Will people in his teeth tell him about toothache?

It's getting more and more annoying, I thought to myself.

My patience has a limit. He can call me like this, but he can't shout in my teeth day and night: Doctor! My teeth hurt so much!

I mean, it's impolite.

Very rude.

I was doing root canal treatment for someone that day. When he screamed, my hands trembled. The electric drill was not well controlled, and I almost penetrated the patient's cheek.

I lost some money, and the other party was a defective product. He was about to die, but he was going to come to my clinic to cheat me.

I lost half of my net worth.

Then I began to think about this matter carefully. If this continues, I should have encountered some problems and needed to save myself.

I'm posting on anonymous mutual aid forum and hope someone can solve my problem.

But they were all laughing at me sarcastically, and I was very patient and responded patiently to every patient of my patients.

"I'm not kidding, I said seriously, he said he had a toothache, I'm a dentist..."

I never tire of responding to netizens’ messages, but no one cares about me, they are all laughing at me.

This incident made me sadder than the person in the teeth, why are there so many people talking, and why are there so many people replying to this post.

But no one cares about me?

Why can't they hear me? I mean, I'm talking, but they can't seem to hear, they're talking about their own things all the time.

We were all talking, but not communicating.

"Doctor, I have a toothache." The villain started again.

"Doctor, I feel so painful. Can you save me? It's very crowded here."

Of course, it will squeeze, the teeth are so big, and even if they are completely empty, there is not much space.

Then I'll save you.

Saving people is the duty of a doctor. I feel a little arrogant. I should treat all patients equally. One patient is in my teeth. I only remember to help him see a doctor now.

Very unkind.
To be continued...