“Claire, isn’t this way too fast? Eight teeth all at once? And you placed eight implants immediately afterward? Won’t his gums swell so much he can’t eat? Couldn’t that cause an oral infection—or worse, something intracranial…?”
“It won’t. Don’t worry,” Claire said with a calming smile, offering me her personal guarantee.
“This is a new implant system I’ve developed—fast, safe, convenient, and rock-solid. I’m using premium materials, and the crowns are precision-crafted porcelain. As long as he takes his antibiotics on schedule, he’ll be fine. Within a month, we can complete a full set of perfect teeth.”
“That’s awfully fast. Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Of course. Don’t you trust me? I trained abroad and specialize in this. I know what I’m doing—it’ll work.”
Her confidence left me with nothing else to say—and besides, Ryan didn’t seem uncomfortable.
On the contrary, he was suddenly polite—maybe it was the implants, but even his voice sounded softer, more courteous, more mature.
“Don’t worry, bro. Claire’s technique is great. I didn’t feel a thing. I’m fine.”
“That’s the anesthetic talking. I’m worried when it wears off you won’t be able to eat.”