Winifred found it strange. How did he know she was about to go to sleep? Was it a coincidence, or…
She suddenly threw back the covers and went to the window to look down.
The street below was empty. Yvan’s car was gone.
It must have been a coincidence, Winifred thought, and went back to bed.
…
The next day, Winifred arrived at the hospital for work as usual.
She was in the middle of treating a patient when a man burst into the examination room.
“Sir, can I help you?” Stella asked.
“Which one of you is Dr. Spencer?” he demanded, his eyes hostile.
Winifred looked up. “I am. What’s the matter?”
The man’s expression turned vicious as he pointed a finger at her. “You incompetent quack! The dental work you did cost me thousands, and it’s completely useless! It hurts whenever I bite down on anything. I want my money back!”
Stella hurried over. “Sir, please calm down. Let’s talk about this.”
“This has nothing to do with you, get lost,” the man said, shoving Stella aside. He strode toward Winifred and grabbed her arm roughly. “Give me my money!”
Although frightened, Winifred managed to reassure the patient on the chair. “I’m sorry, could you please wait outside for a moment?”
The patient quickly got up and moved out of the room.
Winifred shot a look at Stella, signaling her to go call security, then turned to the man. “Sir, please calm down. What is your name? When did you have the procedure done? Let me take a look at your case.”
She couldn’t recall this patient at all.
“What’s there to talk about? I had a root canal done by you a year ago, and now I can’t eat anything,” the man shouted angrily. “A doctor at another hospital told me that a root canal kills the tooth, and my situation is beyond saving. It has to be pulled. You’re a fraud! You just wanted to squeeze more money out of me, so you tricked me into getting a root canal. Give me my money back!”
A crowd of patients quickly gathered, watching the scene with curiosity.



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