Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

The clinic is always too quiet during the day, Nakahara Chu is not there, only Saitama is alone.

Read medical books, memorize the contents silently, silently draw some anatomical schematic diagrams on the paper, and then open the book to compare uncertain details, and just pass the morning like this.

Lunch is the bento prepared in the morning, steamed rice with special rice from the supermarket, and fried special small yellow croaker.

After lunch, Saitama lay down on the table to rest in the morning.

After resting, he continued to read the medical books. When the pointer pointed to four, he packed up the medical books, walked to the empty floor in the middle of the clinic, and slowly got down on the ground.

push ups.

It is a very common and very ordinary way of exercising the body, mainly to exercise the waist and abdomen muscles and pectoralis major muscles. Generally, the most ordinary people can do ten to fifteen exercises in a row.

Saitama was lying on the ground, aiming for push-ups. A 14-year-old body that is still growing and developing is particularly slender. Most of the nutrients in the body are supplied to the bones, and the muscles on the body are not enough nutrition or exercise, so they look very thin.

When the body needs muscle support strength, it needs a lot of energy accordingly.

Saitama got down and got up.The three hairs that were very smooth and shiny slowly floated down, and fell on the floor that was wiped several times a day, so obvious and so dazzling.

Hey, I started to lose my hair just after I started exercising.

However, it must become stronger.

Qiyu simply closed his eyes, persisted in doing ten push-ups, then got up with his eyes closed, wiped the floor carefully with a paper towel, grabbed the hair he refused to see, and threw it into the trash can.

The medical book did not directly explain hair loss or hair loss, and there was no direct medical solution. Saitama sat on the chair in the farthest corner, huddled in his body, and continued to read the medical book.

At least find out the cause of your hair loss, and then you can prescribe the right medicine.

'boom'!

The door of the clinic opened suddenly, accompanied by suppressed coughing, Qiyu looked over, and the little boy stood at the door, looking at him fiercely.

"Hand over all the medicine!" said the little boy.

He was wearing cheap clothes that had been washed white, and the shoes on his feet didn't fit well. They were the size of an adult. His hair was disheveled, the top of his head was cut too short, but there were long hairs hanging down on both sides of his cheeks. He looked a little nondescript. He should be himself Randomly cut.

The little boy's eyes were fierce, like a hungry dog. While suppressing his cough, he said in a low voice, "Rashomon."

The clothes wrapped in supernatural powers, stretched rapidly, and the tip turned into a knife-like shape and flew in front of Saitama's throat. Just a little further forward, it would be able to pierce through his neck in an instant.

"You are sick." Qiyu said, "I will help you get the medicine. If there is no money to pay, I still have some money on hand to lend you. Judging by your appearance, it should be a long-term cough? Let me get you some first." Relief medicine, but if you want to treat it completely, you need to check it in detail."

If the little boy is not the monster in his memory, then he is not an enemy, and Saitama is not afraid.

The ordinary-looking boy had a calm face, as if he was not in mortal danger, he even moved forward a little unconsciously, and the blade transformed from the supernatural power retreated quickly, for fear of hurting him.

"I'm not sick." The little boy said viciously, the blade formed by the supernatural power retreated unconsciously, he hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "I need medicine to treat my burns."

"I'll get it." Saitama understood.

The little boy didn't have any burns on his body, so he must be trying to save someone with burns.

He looks very poor, and he can't afford any money, so he can only take risks with his own superpowers.The clinic was open in the dark, so it was the best target to attack. Even though it was a neutral zone, the little boy had no choice but to attack here, for the sake of the people he wanted to save.

But next to the option of robbery, there is another option: Saitama chooses to lend him money.

The scald medicine doesn’t cost much, and Qiyu can also pay the internal bill, so he only needs to pay the cost price. He even took ordinary medicine to suppress cough, which also doesn’t cost much.

The medicines were quickly packed and placed in brand new plastic bags.

Saitama reached out and handed the plastic bag to the little boy.

"If I borrowed from you, I will pay it back." The little boy said.

"Yes." Saitama nodded.

"My name is Akutagawa Ryunosuke and I live in a slum. If I move, I will tell you the new address." The little boy promised seriously.

Qiyu nodded again, "I remember. I'm in the clinic almost every day. If you need to see a doctor, you can come to me, but I'm still a novice, and I don't have a medical qualification certificate. I can only see simple diseases for willing people. "

The little boy didn't answer, he turned and walked out.

"People with supernatural powers." Zhongyuan Zhongya warned in his voice.

"Cough." The little boy coughed in a low voice, and the clothes on his body quickly turned into blades and rushed out.

Zhongyuan Zhong also punched and hit back easily.

His strength is not considered strong, and in the Central Plains, he would not give him an extra look at all, but now he bullied him and warned in a low voice: "Don't come to the clinic again, this is not a place you can rob."

Some bereaved dogs with supernatural powers will always easily trample on the hard-won stable rules.

The little boy was neither a member of the sheep, nor a familiar face on Leibo Street, nor anyone he knew in the Central Plains, so the orange-haired boy suddenly showed his unknown fangs, cold and dangerous.

"He's fine." The little boy said, 'Rashomon' launched again, but this time it didn't attack Nakahara Chuya, but used the flying blade to form a reaction force, let him fly out instantly, and then disappeared quickly .

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't catch up, but decided in his heart that he must deal with the matter of the sheep members as soon as possible, so as not to be stumbling again.

Originally, he had noticed that someone was going to the clinic, but the boy from the Sheep Organization suddenly had something to do, so he couldn't let him go, so he could only be dragged away.

Fortunately, there was no danger this time, otherwise...

"Chuya?" Saitama had already packed up the clinic, saw that the hour hand was pointing to five, and wanted to go out to see if Chuya Nakahara had come, and indeed he saw it.

It's just that the orange-haired boy didn't stand by the side of the road where he usually stood.

"Let's go." Nakahara Chuya stepped forward to take the medical book and lunch box, saw that there was still a bag in Saitama's hand, and reached out to take it. It was heavy, and there was still a lot of things inside, "Saitama, what is this?"

"It's a common medicine." Qiyu locked the door and walked back with Nakahara Nakaya. "A child came today and needed medicine for burns. I brought him some medicine. It suddenly occurred to me that the medicine in the sheep The teenager may also need medicine at ordinary times, why don't I prepare some in advance, and I can take it directly when I need it, and I don't have to look around..."

Apart from Chuya Nakahara, the youth self-defense organization on Leibo Street is basically ordinary teenagers without supernatural powers. No matter what they usually do, they may encounter some minor accidents or minor illnesses such as colds. If the medicine is at hand, You can save a lot of things.

"How much do you need? I'll give it to you." Nakahara Nakaya clenched the plastic bag in his hand, took out his wallet, and handed it to Saitama.

"It doesn't cost much." Saitama didn't take the wallet. "I'm also a member of the sheep, and I should make contributions. And... Mr. Mori doesn't know what purchase channel he uses, and the purchase price of medicines is not high. I take If you don’t, you just need to go with the internal bill.”

It doesn't take a lot of money to balance the account directly with the purchase price.

It's just that the members of the sheep organization always go to Chuya Zhongyuan whenever they have something to do, and they don't think about making contributions.

This is the first time that the King of Sheep met a member who took the initiative to make contributions, and that member was still a boy from Guangming.

"You take it." Nakahara Chuya took out all the money in the wallet, took out Saitama's wallet, and put it all in one go, "We live together, and the money should be kept together. Just take the money."

This is long overdue.

When I usually go to the supermarket to buy specials, Saitama takes the leaflets in advance to confirm the products that need to be snapped up. When paying, although both of them have paid, in Zhongye Zhongye's heart, he should pay by himself, because the subsequent processing of ingredients , Cooking and other things, he can't help.

"Let's go." Putting the wallet back, Nakahara didn't give Saitama a chance to speak, and dragged him away.

Back at the residence, Zhongyuan Zhong also ran away with the medicine.

The King of Sheep can't wait to let the members of the organization know the existence of these medicines and Saitama's contribution.

The water in the pot was gradually making noises and was about to boil. Saitama took out his wallet and looked at it, and found that there was a lot of money from the orange-haired boy. It was scattered and scattered, and it should have been saved bit by bit.

However, you can't give him all of it. Usually, if you don't have a little money with you, there will always be times when you need money.

The water boiled, gurgling and steaming.

Saitama took out a [-]-yen note and put it aside, quickly washed his hands, grabbed the hand-rolled noodles cut on the panel and put them in the pot.

The firm and smooth hand-rolled noodles, paired with thick tomato and beef brisket marinade, give off a particularly special aroma.

Qiyu took out the bowls and packed them, and Nakahara Chuya just came back.

"Have you washed your hands?" Saitama pointed to the money on the side, "Hold it, it can be used in an emergency, and let me know if you need money in the future."

"Oh." Nakahara took the money and put it in his pocket, and quickly went to wash his hands, not letting Qiyu see the unhappy expression on his face. After washing his hands, he wiped them with a towel before returning to eat. Nakahara Chuya's expression has returned to normal.

No matter what happens, a good meal can always solve all worries temporarily.

"Chuya." Saitama wanted to ask the orange-haired boy for help, "I want to finish it on my own."