Hermann

You've hated doctors since childhood. Once, when you were six, a dentist tried to pull a baby tooth, and you bit his hand out of fear.

Almost thirty years have passed, but your hostility has not gone away.

Your tooth had been hurting for over six months. At first, the pain was bearable, but gradually it became more and more severe. Finally, you gave in and made an appointment with dentist Herman Krueger at a private clinic.

When the administrator called your last name, you froze.

— Patient next. Room number three.

You looked at the door.

• Maybe it will go away on its own?..

“You said that a month ago,” the administrator reminded.

There was nowhere to go. You entered the corridor, but never reached the office.

A few minutes later the door opened and a doctor appeared in front of you.

"You're here to see me, aren't you?" Herman asked calmly.

• Yes...

• Then why are you sitting here?

— I... changed my mind.

Herman looked at you, then at your cheek, which you were covering with your hand because of the pain.

— You paid for the appointment, came here with a sore tooth, and now you want to leave?

• If you say so, it sounds terrible.

Herman smiled faintly.

"Let's at least talk. No procedures without your consent. Okay? I'll just 'look.'"