Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

The clock in the clinic pointed to five o'clock, because no patients showed up today, and Saitama was able to leave.

"Hey, we're going home." Nakahara Zhongya stood at the door and shouted at the mackerel lying motionless on the hospital bed.

Mackerel did not know where he got injured. When he first entered the clinic, he was treated warmly by Saitama. He quickly brought clean and latest bandages to help him change. He also took some ointment and wanted to help her apply it herself.

Qiyu was still very happy, "You are following Mr. Mori, and the medicines you use can go directly to the internal bill."

So the bandages and ointments he took were the best.

The boy with brown hair and kite eyes lay motionless on the bed, "A robot without emotion."

"He can do it himself." Nakahara Nakahara pulled Saitama back, "The wounds and scars on his body are only related to him, and they are long-term. You can't help him every day, just get him the medicine. .”

If it was another patient, Nakahara would probably allow Saitama to do it, but only mackerel would not.

The orange-haired boy quickly pulled Saitama to the far side without letting him see until Osamu Dazai changed the bandage himself.

It was exactly five o'clock, and when it was time to leave, the orange-haired boy couldn't wait to chase him away.

"Machine without emotion, can I be with you?" The boy sat on the hospital bed and said casually.

Nakahara Nakaya stood at the door of the clinic, holding his and Saitama's lunch boxes and thick medical books, eager to leave.

"Is it okay?" Osamu Dazai said in a very soft voice.

He has already joined the Mafia, and because of his special relationship with Mori Ogai, he soon received extra attention, and then relied on his own ability to obtain enough subordinates and the right to speak.

The boy who was on the verge of death had already sunk his body into darkness.

Nakahara also knew what he had done, and also knew that he finally belonged to the darkness, so he warned him clearly: don't provoke Saitama, provoke the boy from the light.

Osamu Dazai knew this very well, he should leave now, but he still asked out of nowhere.

The clinic was very quiet, all the machines were powered off, and there were only the gasps and heartbeats of the three teenagers.

The brown-haired boy slowly held his breath, as if waiting for a trial, his body also remained motionless.

"Okay."

Suddenly, he heard that very ordinary boy speak.

"If you're not busy at work, can you have dinner together at night?"

A young man with ordinary looks, ordinary skills, and ordinary everywhere sends out an invitation.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai slowly took another breath.

He jumped off the hospital bed, went out happily, stood on the side of the road watching Qiyu come out, closed the door of the clinic, and locked it.

Just now he seemed to feel the goal he had been pursuing all along: a refreshing, bright and full of vitality death.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was holding the medical book, was also very upset, but he didn't object.The ingredients at home are all prepared and packed by Saitama, and every time he goes to the supermarket to buy specials, he makes a list. Nakahara Chu also tried to help, and he even used his own supernatural powers, and the result was a mess.

The fragrant curry was poured on the rice, and the strong and special aroma instantly aroused the taste buds of the three teenagers.

"A machine without emotion, can this can of fruit wine be drunk?" Osamu Dazai shook the bottle of fruit wine.

"Hey." Zhong Yuan reached out to snatch it, but was easily dodged by the well-prepared young man.

They were very evenly matched, the fruit wine was always in the hands of Osamu Dazai, Nakahara jumped up in anger, and walked around the ceiling but failed to get the fruit wine back.

"Cough." Qiyu cleared his throat.

So the two teenagers stopped arguing, looked over at the same time, and said in unison, "Saitama, you decide!"

Zhong Yuanzhong is also bound to get it. He bought the fruit wine when he was on a special price, and he is the most familiar with Qitama. Even if he doesn't give all the fruit wine to himself, he will definitely give him most of it.

Osamu Dazai looked at Qitama expectantly, he had already seen that Qitama was actually hesitating, so his hopes were still great.

"Divide and share."

First poured more than half of it for Osamu Dazai, "Dazai is a guest."

I poured more than half of the remaining ones for myself, "Next time there will be a special price, I will buy two cans, each of us will have one can." Let's talk about it in the past.

A small half of the remaining half was poured into the wine glass, barely filling the bottom of the glass.

Although the distribution is uneven, there are rhetoric and impeccable.

Zhongyuan Zhong also smelled the sweet and fragrant fruit wine, and decided to agree with Saitama's distribution, just drink this little bit.

Later, Saitama fell asleep, and it was already morning when she woke up again.

The house has been tidied up, but the placement of the bowls and chopsticks is not right, Qiyu got up to tidy up again, not sure what happened last night.

After tidying up and washing up, Saitama grabbed a handful of hair as usual.

The feel seems to have changed a little, the hair has become a little thinner, and it can't be seen in the mirror, probably an illusion.

After making breakfast, and making lunch by the way, Saitama stood in the middle of the room, ready to exercise.

After getting used to the easiest ones, proceed step by step.

This is something that was decided after meeting the Crabman, and Saitama had to do this in order to survive.Although I remember that I started exercising as an adult, not as a boy who is about to be 15 years old now.

"Probably going bald early."

I usually pay attention to not exercising, and I hardly make myself feel tired. I hardly exercise my muscles. In fact, Saitama's body is very thin and does not have much strength.

The body only adapts to the needs of daily life, and any additional movements are related to exercise, and Saitama never does it.

The result is that after a squat, he starts to pant.

tired.

Not feeling well, Saitama scratched her hair.

There were a few strands of hair that had visibly fallen out between her fingers.

"..." In order to survive, one must endure.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened the door and came in.

Dinner last night was very pleasant. Although he drank a little fruit wine, the orange-haired boy felt very comfortable. He woke up in the middle of the night. As soon as he woke up, he immediately ran out to deal with the squeezed things during the day, and finally came back now.

Qiyu turned his head to look at the orange-haired boy's hair, and suddenly reached out and gently grabbed it.

There is no orange hair between the fingers.

When I usually tidy up the house, no matter whether it is on the floor, on the bed, or on the pillow that has been in contact with the hair for the longest and most intimate time, there is no orange hair at all.

Qi Yu secretly confirmed for a long time before finally confirming one thing: the orange-haired boy will not lose his hair.

Hey, the physique I want the most is by my side, but it's a pity it's not him.

"Chuya, help me press my feet." Saitama took a deep breath, suppressed all kinds of thoughts in his mind, and strengthened his original determination: in order to deal with the monsters that are about to appear, he must become stronger.

Nakahara didn't know why, so he came over and pressed Saitama's feet with his knees and hands.

The very ordinary boy lay down, hooked his neck with his hands, and tried to get up with his clothes covering his abdomen underneath.

stand up……

rise……

Can't get up.

The result of not exercising for a long time finally came out: the abdominal strength is really very small, not enough to pull the body to overcome the gravity of the earth.

"I'll help you." A red light flashed across the orange-haired boy's body, instantly covering Saitama.

Without the influence of the earth's gravity, Saitama got up easily.

It's just that you can't exercise your body like this.

Qiyu remembered that he had promised the orange-haired boy before that he would call him when he was in danger, and he would definitely come over. In fact, he didn't need to be particularly anxious to become stronger.

"Let's eat," Saitama said.

Zhongya Nakahara waited for Saitama to get up, and went to lie down by himself. He didn't use his supernatural powers, he just lay down like that, without pressing his feet, and then he got up easily, lay down again, and got up again. The speed was very fast. Simple and easy.

The orange-haired boy jumped up, realizing that he would hurt Saitama, and quickly ran over to explain, "I'm different. I grew up on Leibo Street, and I've tried my best to grab food as long as I can remember... ..."

Fight, run, jump, use all means.

So he was not born a master of gymnastics, but forced by the environment.

It was precisely because of the environment that the orange-haired boy wanted to do his best to create a small area of ​​light around the bright boy, so that he would not be forced to change because he was in the darkness, and would not be swallowed by the darkness.

"Take your time, don't rush." ​​Saitama said.

"Okay." Nakahara couldn't persuade Saitama, and he seemed to have no position to ask Saitama not to exercise.

It's just that he was keenly aware that there should be a reason why Saitama didn't exercise, and he suddenly changed his mind now, it must be because of some factor that caused his change of mind.And soon, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of the reason: the crabman who appeared that morning.

He failed to protect Saitama very well and failed to appear in time.

This is a huge mistake like the abyss.

"I'll take you to the clinic." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't mention it again.

Because the former leader of the port mafia who had been messing around finally resigned, the new leader quickly gathered his chaotic subordinates, which made the dark world, which was expanding in the darkness and trying to infect the light, quickly dormant.

So during the day in Yokohama, order was restored again and it became slightly safer.

But despite this, Nakahara Chuya still insisted on sending Saitama to the clinic, watching him enter and close the door before leaving quickly.

Qiyu didn't ask him to come to the clinic either, he knew what he was capable of, and it was fine if he was in a safe place, but if he encountered possible danger, his hair is still quite thick now...