Wisdom teeth were extracted, and the pulp of bad teeth was opened, and the anesthetic was too strong at this time, and it was a little uncomfortable, and it was not very convenient to code words at night, so I had to take a day off...... MD, cry to death.

Drunk, the little musket wept bitterly.

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