Human fear of doctors is deeply rooted in the bones. When I was a child, I was laughing and pricked by the white-clothed demon and laughed and pricked it on my arms or butt. The sudden stinging sensation was already deeply imprinted in our hearts. I thought this fear would become slightly lighter when I grew up. After all, when I was in elementary school, the slight stinging pain caused by a butt needle had at most made me pursed my mouth and not crying. But it was not until I was eight years old that my first baby teeth began to loosen slightly and couldn't fall down. I realized the most indescribable terror in the world. The dentist just saw these two words enough to make me tremble all over my body. The two strands were about to leave first, but I couldn't leave, because what stood in front of me was the written term "Mother" that should be called "Mother" should be called "Birth Mother"Yes, my mom is a dentist