I once went to treat my tooth. So it was time to remove it. Nothing to do, took the direction to the surgeon, sat down in a chair, waiting for anesthesia.
The surgeon was a Korean boy and the assistant was an informal girl with black hair in all directions. AD company in general.
They began to pull the tooth, and it holds all the roots, a snake like that, not to pull out! They came up with a brilliant idea, got the tooth and the cuvaldoch out of the stitch, so that the tooth could be split and stretched out in parts. Put a tooth in the tooth, let’s beat it. The guy beats, the girl holds me (for the head, so that the chair does not fall out and the jaw does not spit out, this is a normal practice), blood in different directions on the walls, fun, everyone is happy, everyone laughs, a holiday, ch...
If the story should end here, it is not. At the height of the surgical feast, the baby has a very milk tooth to be removed. I saw in the mirror his childish pink, full of life and joy face suddenly pale in a couple of seconds, and his hair becomes grey. Little crying, whispering, ripping out, scratching, biting, only in order not to get into the chair. Moreover, here is a picture of the child’s face: a man lies in a chair, he is held by a terrible woman and a witch, so as not to escape, a dull Korean mercilessly scratches his hammer somewhere in the mouth, blood on his coats and hands, predatory looks toward the little one... A tooth I give, which I was removed, that this little one will now brush his teeth twenty times a day, no other.
Such things.