A Young Woman's Heart

"Okay, let's do it that way, Dr. Yang. I'm sure I trust the fillings you make."

"Haha, after all these years, just trust me." Dr. Yang smiled and nodded, then took out a syringe that was not much bigger than a thumb. "It might hurt a little."

Mo Xueyao nodded and took a deep breath.

She knew they were going to administer anesthesia.

Actually, this is already pretty good. I remember when I was a kid, when we had our baby teeth pulled, there was no anesthetic available. We just pulled them out directly, and sometimes it would hurt for half a day.

The anesthetic was injected very quickly, and it felt like being bitten by a mosquito. Then she felt a cold object being shoved into her mouth again, much larger than the previous one, and there was another metal object pressing against her mouth to prevent her from unconsciously closing it.

With a crisp "snap," the broken half of the tooth was pulled out, the whole movement clean and efficient, like flowing water.

Immediately afterwards, a damp cotton ball was stuffed into her mouth, seemingly to clean something. Then, the damp cotton ball was removed, and a dry cotton ball was stuffed back in, held in place with a cotton swab.

"Here, hold this." Dr. Yang pointed to the cotton swab with his other free finger, and Mo Xueyao quickly reached out and held it. "Press it and wait for three minutes to stop the bleeding. Then don't eat anything for half an hour. After that, you can eat anything, just don't eat anything too hard."

"Thank you, Uncle Yang," Mo Xueyao said as she sat up.

"Then when should I come to get my tooth filled?" the mother pressed.

"Two weeks later, as long as there is no inflammation, you can get your tooth filled."

"Thank you! I'll go pay."

"Hey, no need, no need. It's just a tooth extraction, no need to charge me. I'll charge you next time I get my teeth filled."

“No, we should still pay what we owe,” the mother immediately objected, then looked at the female doctor at the front desk, “How much does it cost?”

"Just charge them a registration fee," Dr. Yang quickly said.

"Three Elements".

"Oh, Dr. Yang, why are you always so polite?"

"We're friends, it's only right." Dr. Yang smiled and looked at Mo Xueyao. "When you get back, remember to brush your teeth properly."

"Hmm..." Mo Xueyao nodded awkwardly. Actually, she had been brushing her teeth for much longer than before recently.

However, this dental problem is not really related to her recent brushing habits.

The main problem is the hidden dangers left over from the past.

Filled teeth are usually deficient in nutrients, making them more fragile than normal teeth and more prone to problems.

There's no going back in life, no going back.

Otherwise, Mo Xueyao would definitely tell herself that she must take good care of her teeth and avoid getting cavities...

Although it was just a minor tooth extraction incident, it suddenly made her think of many things.

On this long road, every choice she makes will lead the road in other directions.

The rain outside is still heavy, and it looks like it's going to rain all day.

When she returned to the fruit shop, she saw that the covered ditch at the entrance was constantly overflowing with black water that smelled fishy.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xueyao leaped over the ditch and jumped onto the steps.

“The drainage is faulty, so the water is overflowing.” The father rolled his eyes. “I’ve already called, but they said the repairs won’t be done until tomorrow—they’re usually very prompt when it comes to issuing fines, but when it comes to actually doing something, they just make excuses.”

"It smells so bad, no customers want to come here anymore," the mother frowned.

“This has happened several times, every time it rains for a while. This time it’s even worse. How long have they not unclogged the pipes downstairs?” The father lit a cigarette, seemingly trying to use the smoke to dispel the stench.

"I'll make another call and ask."

"Well, asking won't help."

"That's because you asked the wrong question," the mother said, and dialed the mayor's hotline directly. "Hello? We run a fruit shop below the Banshan Cancer Hospital. The ditch is overflowing and no one has come to fix it. It's happened several times. Every time they say they'll come the next day, but the rain stops the next day and no one comes. Did I dial the wrong number for the person in charge?"

"Hello, we will verify this for you right away, and if the situation is correct, we will send someone over to repair it."

"It's so dirty and smelly, we can't do business like this."

"I'm sorry, but we need to verify this first..."

"Okay, please do it as soon as possible," the mother said, and hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, another call came in.

"Didn't you say you'd come tomorrow? What's the rush? It'll be hard to get things done in the rain!" the other person said arrogantly.

Mo Xueyao disliked hearing such unfriendly conversations the most, so she hugged Su Tang and hid in her small room.

When she came out again, the conversation seemed to be coming to an end.

The mother's tone was unfriendly: "So you're saying you're not going to resolve this? Then we'll call the news hotline and have all the reporters come and cover it up."

Without giving the other person a chance to explain, she hung up the phone.

The father hesitated for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "Why bother? If we're going to keep doing business here, it'll only strain our relationships and make things difficult for us."

"What's so hard about it? It's because of people like you that we've bred this bunch of ungrateful wretches who take money but don't work. Don't they ever think about where their salaries come from? Isn't it taxpayers' money?"

"Well, that's not how it works... After all, they're local big shots."

“What local bullies? This is just their job. We haven’t done anything wrong, so why should we be afraid of them?” The mother was even more assertive than the father.

Just then, the phone rang again.

This time it seems to be a different person.

"Hello, could you please tell me your store's address? We'll send someone up to repair it right away; we think something's blocked."

“Okay.” The mother’s tone immediately softened. “Our shop’s address is…”

After a friendly exchange, she hung up the phone and glanced sideways at Mo Xueyao's father: "See? There are a lot of people who bully the weak and fear the strong. If you stand up for yourself, not only will they not dare to touch you, but they will also have to curry favor with you!"

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Chapter 146 "Sugar Diary" - The Meeting of the Three Cats

This chapter is a side story for Su Tang. Readers who have been reading carefully should know that these diaries were not written by Su Tang, but rather by Mo Xueyao, who used her imagination to create stories from Su Tang's perspective... It's just a story full of girlish charm.

In a sense, this also touches on the theme of "a daughter's heart".

……

My name is Sutang, and I am a genuine black and white Chinese domestic cat.

At the same time, I am also a professional translator of mouse language and have a little knowledge of canine language, so I can be considered a cat talent.

It rained heavily all day today, and the rain didn't stop until after 11 p.m.

I was curled up on the bedside table when I glanced at the time on the alarm clock.

Xiaoyao's owner and Wanyan's owner are both asleep. Lately, the latter seems to like to hug the former while sleeping. Is the bed too crowded?

Well, humans are so pitiful. We cats can squeeze into any cardboard box we find, and our lives don't take up much space at all.

The recent continuous rain has kept me from going out, but even though the rain has just stopped, I can't wait to go out for a stroll.

I heard from the weather forecast that tomorrow seems to be a good day?

But during the day, I can't see her.

With a nimble leap, I jumped onto the window and then slipped through the crack...

Oh no, I've been eating too much lately, I feel a bit cramped...

Ahh... hiss—

We finally made it through.

Looks like I need to lose weight soon, otherwise I won't be able to squeeze into any gaps.

Yes, I am an elegant cat, I cannot become a fat, dead cat.

I used to hate that fat, black cat in the village the most!

Could I one day become the cat I hate the most?

The rain had just stopped, and the clouds in the sky had only dispersed slightly, making the moon appear and disappear as if shrouded in a thin veil.

As for the stars... well, they're even less visible.

The ground is a bit damp.

I stared hesitantly at the concrete road, wondering if there was a dry place I could walk on.

Unfortunately, there are no dry places at all; there are only relatively less damp roads to walk on.

Oh dear... Am I going to get my paws dirty? If they're found out when I get back, Haruka's owner will scold me again, meow!

No, no, Crispy Candy, use your clever brain to think of a way to avoid getting your paws dirty.

Oh, right, meow!

Got it!

I saw a small truck carrying goods parked at the red light in front of the fruit shop in the middle of the night.

If I jump from the very top of the cardboard box by the door, I should be able to reach it.

I hesitated for a few seconds, but finally decided to jump up.

"Meow--"

"Snapped!"

Then, I landed in the pile of goods.

It's a truck transporting vegetables.

I casually picked up a cabbage leaf with my paw and took a few bites. Hmm... it was sweet, and the taste was not bad.

"Meow—meow—" I wanted this driver to take me to my destination, but unfortunately, he couldn't understand my language. Well, I guess I'll just have to hope that this truck is going the same way as me.

However, in reality, they only followed a short stretch of the road.

Seeing that it was about to turn, I had to jump down and tiptoe onto the wet ground.