Transmigrated into a reversed world-Chapter 155: Love, are your teeth aching?

*Ring!!!*

Cyra tapped her bracelet, shutting the alarm; she opened her groggy eyes slowly, with her eyelids feeling heavy. Checking the time, 9 a.m.

*Yawn...

She opened her hologram screen, navigated to her homepage, and tapped on Art Institution, a site she had researched the night before.

She went to the teacher-to-hirer section, noted the 9 a.m. opening, and browsed profiles and achievements.

She passed through the women's picture even if their achievements were stellar and were top-tier. She stopped on a calm easygoing male picture and clicked more on his information.

"Alexander Younder: 35 years old widow with a son, three golden awards, a gold tier artist with 5-star rating and fifty sold works." She sent a request to finalize with him.

*Typing...

Alexander: "Good morning, madam...what duration do you want my service?"

Cyra: "As long as your student can paint well."

Alexander: "That would be feasible. Would I be staying at the employee's house, or are you reimbursing my transportation fee?"

Cyra: "You will be leaving with me, let's discuss your pay."

Alexander: "I charge 60 million coins a month."

Cyra: "Okay, I will send you my Island location. You'll start teaching tomorrow."

They came to an agreement, and Cyra sent her location; she was about to go back to sleep when she heard Zane's painful cry.

She turned quickly in Zane's direction and saw him sitting at the edge of the bed, holding his left cheek, which seemed swollen.

She hurried toward him, pausing as a thought occurred to her.

"Love, are your teeth aching?" Zane turned to her with watery eyes and nodded, feeling Cyra would have the solution to his pain since she found out the cause immediately.

"Sigh...I told you to reduce your intake of snacks...now you feel pain. Put on your clothes we are going to the hospital to check your teeth... We might have to remove it..." Cyra said in a chiding tone and made sure to scare him with her last sentence for him to know the seriousness of it.

Sure enough, he held his chin and looked at her wide-eyed with fear, 'remove his teeth' he was feeling enough pain, and they had to remove it.

"Can't...hmm..rub something. Ha.." he couldn't complete his words; he felt the pain vibrating all over his teeth, making every word he said painful. He blinked away tears, regretting why he was greedy and ate too many snacks.

"No...keep this up and your mouth would be bare of teeth. Get dressed...yawn." Cyra yawned and stood up to get dressed.

Washing her face, she packed and casually put on a pair of sweatpants and a jacket. She led the wilted Zane downstairs, each step making him wince as he clutched his chin from pain.

Feeling sorry for him, Cyra scooped him up and flashed to the garage. freēwēbnovel.com

She placed him in the car seat, activated the automatic mode, and drove to the hospital.

Zane was quiet all through; his cheeks were swollen, having a red hue.

Parking the car in front of the hospital, she carried Zane out; the hospital was busy, with people going in and out, and Cyra was conspicuous because of the direction she drove out from.

Some of them recognized Cyra immediately being the first set of people that had the chance to see her, while some thought she was a staff member in the mansion.

Ignoring the stares and greetings, Cyra carried Zane straight to the dentist section, using a wall map to find the location.

She took the elevator to the third floor, stepping out into the hospital's familiar sterilized scent.

She frowned at the smell and instinctively hugged Zane closer, taking comfort in his scent.

As she walked down the hallway, they heard a young man crying in pain. The doctor hadn't even started yet; he just checked his tooth.

Zanes tightened his grip on Cyra's hand, eyeing the exit as though planning to escape. Even injuries from desolate land creatures felt preferable to this toothache.

After the crying young man, he was the next. He gave Cyra a pleading look, dreading the visit but he had to if he wanted the pain to stop.

Cyra patted his back in a consoling manner and walked forward; she felt this memory would resurface anytime he wanted to consume too many sweets.

The young man walked out with a pale face, adding to Zane's existing fear. He felt the door was closed, and then Cyra pushed the door open.

She dropped him gently on the dental chair and stood by his side while the female doctor sterilized her tools; Zane saw the tools and swallowed hard.

"Okay, open your mouth wide, please." The doctor said gently and picked up the check retractors.