The moment the anesthesia needle was inserted, I really felt the pain of cutting through my skin, even if I didn’t count the thunderous impact. In order not to bear the pain of filling the tooth that will require nerve pumping, I had to endure the relatively short-lived heart-piercing pain at this moment. 　　I believe that my struggling and distorted facial features must be ugly enough for the dentist. I am grateful that she is well-informed and did not ignore my pain. Instead, she gently patted my stiff arm and was willing to comfort me like a child who was afraid of pain. 　　For as long as I can remember,…