Dentists have a fascinatingly complex relationship with the title "Doctor." They go to an entirely separate school, learn an entirely separate curriculum, and graduate to work in a glorified office park, yet they will defend their medical status with the ferocity of a cornered badger like Gachagua.
โIf you want to see a dentist's heart rate spike, ask them an organic chemistry question or bring up a systemic medical issue that occurs below the collarbone. The moment a patient in their chair mentions having a history of cardiac murmurs or being on blood thinners, the dentist's eyes dilate, the drill stops, and they immediately write a panicked referral letter that essentially says: "Please tell me if I can clean this person's teeth without causing a catastrophic event." They want the prestige of the medical fraternity, but the absolute second a patient exhibits a symptom that canโt be solved with an X-ray and a shot of lidocaine, they remember they are, fundamentally, oral architects.
These ones really figured life in medicine.