Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

"Beep beep."

Someone knocked on the door.

Sitting on a chair, Alice, with her two thin legs dangling happily, stared at the door for a while, then turned her head and called, "Rintaro, someone is knocking on the door." Her tone was a bit puzzled.

"Oh, this is the first time I've seen someone looking for me. It turned out to be a knock on the door." The doctor in a white coat said, slowly stood up, held the scalpel between his fingers, and threw it out with a 'snap', nailing it. On the wall, not intending to ignore the knocker.

Clinics opened in the dark never receive people in the light.

The darkness of Yokohama has never been speculated with the greatest degree of malice.Anyway, people who come to the clinic for medical treatment may make the clinic a special neutral zone because they need to recuperate their injuries temporarily, but the attitude towards the doctors and clinic here will definitely not be good.

People who live in the dark have always acted recklessly and do not restrain themselves with politeness.

No one will knock on the door.

"Is anyone there?" The people outside knocked on the door a few times, but when they didn't hear a response, they called out, with the youthful vigor and confidence in their tone, as if he was not afraid of anything and everything was under control like.

This tone was familiar to Olson. He smelled the unique smell of darkness, so he slightly raised his eyelids and muttered: "They are all the same people..."

Then why knock on the door and take the step of being polite?

Another scalpel appeared in his hand, this time it didn't hit the wall, but the door.

The door opened.

The boy at the door saw the doctor sitting on the chair inside, and hurried in with the person on his back, "Doctor, help me to see what's wrong with him..."

The boy's orange hair looked a little clear, he was wearing a hooded jacket, and he had a slender figure. He hurriedly came in with his back behind his back, and he didn't seem to notice that the people in the room deliberately didn't make any movement, and he seemed a little reluctant to let him in. .

"There is a bed inside." The doctor put his hands in his pockets, and wiped away the cold light of the scalpel between his fingers. "There are other patients inside. If you want me to treat you, don't fight here."

Before he finished speaking, the boy had already entered with his back behind his back.

The one lying on the hospital bed was also a boy, a little shorter than the orange-haired boy, with his eyes closed and motionless.

It looks like ordinary people that can be seen everywhere outside, the kind of existence that has no light in the dark.

"What happened to him?" The orange-haired boy asked anxiously.

"I can't see what's wrong... Well, I should be hungry, just get some glucose, or eat something." Mori Ogai checked around, and became more and more sure that the boy on the bed was very ordinary, and he didn't deserve his attention , but the orange-haired boy...

The boy heaved a sigh of relief, stepped forward and got up from the bed and was about to leave.

Mori Ogai didn't stop him, but when the young man came to the door, he suddenly said: "The King of Sheep on Leibo Street, Zhongya Chuya, why did you come to me? Is it because my medical skills are unmatched?"

Mori Ogai, who used to be a military doctor on the battlefield and made countless contributions, is indeed very proud of his medical skills, but sometimes medical skills do not have to be used to save people, and there is another evil side, which he never hides at this point.

The boy stopped, "It has nothing to do with you." As soon as he stepped out of the clinic, the boy's body was instantly covered with a layer of red light that gradually spread, his body bounced rapidly, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Thunderbolt Street.

Here is a self-defense organization formed by minors, called sheep.

The orange-haired boy passed the high and low streets quickly with the people on his back, and the scenery on both sides receded like a fleeting image. He didn't appreciate it, but went straight to the destination: the station of the sheep.

"By the way, I have to find something to eat." The boy remembered what the doctor said, and hurriedly got up again.

The glucose in the clinic was a bit expensive, the boy had no choice, he looked back at the lying person, feeling a little sorry in his heart.

Sorry for not being able to give you the best treatment.

The door opened and closed again, leaving only the young boy lying motionless in the small room.

He had woken up a long time ago, and slowly opened his eyes, staring at the wooden ceiling, then slowly raised his hand, stroked his hair, and plucked it again.

Keeping the posture of plucking his hair, he slowly moved his hand to his eyes and looked carefully: there were a few hairs sandwiched between his slender fingers, and there was something like a hair follicle at the root of the hair, like a hair follicle. A tree that has been uprooted, the kind that can never be replanted.

He quickly let go of his hand, lying on his side, curled up, trying to escape the fact he just saw: he was only 14 years old, and since he discovered his identity, he has always paid attention to taking care of his hair, checking his hair almost every day. no hair loss...

Hey, I didn't lose my hair before, but today I suddenly started to lose my hair.

Ever since he discovered that he was time-traveling and quickly confirmed his identity, he has been worrying about the future, worrying that while he becomes stronger, he will face a very serious problem: hair loss.

So he pays attention to hair care every day, and also pays attention to observing the surrounding environment. As long as the surroundings are safe, he will not deliberately exercise his body to make his body stronger, so as to reduce the possibility of hair loss.

And just today, he encountered a monster who had to run wildly to avoid it. The monster chased him, and the situation was extremely dangerous at one point. He couldn't speed up, panting and running at a speed beyond his limit .

As a result, because he usually does not exercise very deliberately, that is, he never runs, he was out of breath after only a few steps, and then fell to the ground in front of his eyes.

Waking up again is now.

The door opened and closed again quickly, and the orange-haired boy rushed in with a bag of bread, "Are you awake? The doctor said you fainted from hunger, come and eat something."

Inexpensive bread exudes the unique taste of affordable goods, with a rich flavor and rich sweetness, and the bread itself has very little fragrance.

This is the smell of supermarket specials that he is familiar with.

"Drink water."

The orange-haired boy squatted beside him, his azure blue pupils reflected his somewhat embarrassed figure, he got up slowly, still covered with the bedding, held the bread in both hands, tore open the package, and gnawed in small mouthfuls.The orange-haired boy unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it over.

"Thank you."

The bread was delicious, and the sweetness made him stretch out unconsciously, and his worries about future hair loss and baldness were greatly alleviated.

Just a thank you made the orange-haired boy tangled up, showing an expression that his teeth were so sore that he couldn't even bite the tofu, and his eyes quickly moved away from looking at him, and said in a low voice, "You are right here Stay here, I will protect you."

When the orange-haired boy thought of the time when he fell from the sky at dusk, he was looking at the empty ground, but suddenly a person appeared suddenly, even if he adjusted the direction of gravity in time, let his feet Just touched his clothes lightly and it bounced off.

As the leader of the king of sheep, the other members of the sheep are ordinary people without supernatural powers, and are easily bullied by other forces, especially here, where the chaos is at the next level, and they are almost in the dark all day long Thunderbolt Street.

As the leader, he has the responsibility to protect the other members.

The boy with thick black hair in front of him was not well dressed, exuding the poor and chaotic atmosphere unique to the residents of Leibo Street. The orange-haired boy thought that he should be an aborigine of Leibo Street, but for some reason, he was trampled down by him Yes, it was because of his involvement that it became what it is now.

He is the king of sheep, and he has always used his super high force value to protect those around him. He has never hurt anyone, at least he has such confidence before that!

The eccentric self-esteem of young people made him unable to say that he would hurt others, so he unilaterally announced that he would cover him in the future.

"Thank you, my name is Saitama," he said.

It doesn't matter where he lives. In his mind, his hair is more important than life. He wants to change the fate of going bald through his own efforts.

And...the place looks a little more dilapidated than the place he used to live in. He thinks that with his stingy savings, he should be able to clean up the place a little bit better.

"Don't say thank you to me." The orange-haired boy felt that his teeth were sore again. He decided that he had caused the ordinary boy in front of him to suffer, but he still thanked him, which made him feel like the heart in his chest wouldn't beat anymore. It seemed strange, even a little uncomfortable.

The orange-haired boy turned his back to him, and touched his heart quietly. This uncomfortable feeling strangely didn't make him feel repelled.

But everyone said thank you to him, and he must be responsible to the end.

So the orange-haired boy whispered, "You can stay with me, I'll take you in."

"Okay." Saitama agreed.

He felt that this place was broken, and he could make it a little bit better with his own ability, and he took it as a reward for the orange-haired boy who saved him.

The orange-haired boy felt that he was a burden to others, and tried his best to protect this boy who was an aborigine on Leibo Street.

Both of them misunderstood each other, but they ended up in a strange harmony.

"By the way, what's your name?" Saitama asked.

"Central Plains Central."