Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

"I'll help you with the internal bill," Saitama said.

The internal bill is the purchase price, because the channel used by Morio is unknown, and the purchase price is extremely low, so Saitama is willing to pay the internal bill.

After paying the bill, Oda was ready to leave with the medicine prepared by Saitama. When he walked to the door, he hesitated and said, "Little doctor, you know the identity of the leader, what do you think?"

If the boy from the light had dyed himself black because of his words, Oda felt that he could apologise with death.

"I have been studying medicine with Mr. Mori. Although I haven't graduated yet, I can handle most of the people who come to the clinic." Saitama said honestly, "Mr. Mori's identity is determined by him, and I am just his apprentice."

Everyone's identity is determined by everyone, and no one else is qualified to interfere.

"Thank you." Oda said softly.

His favourite, the second half seems to have vaguely taken shape.

"You're welcome, remember to change your medicine in a week." Saitama waved his hand, watching Oda close the door and go out with a slightly frustrated expression.

After only insisting on exercising for a few days, the hair will fall out. If it is completely lost, by then... I don't know if Zhong Yuanzhong will hate him.

Outside the clinic, Oda had just walked a few steps, then suddenly moved quickly and stood against the wall, while pulling out his gun.

There was no warning that the fist swung towards him with a red light, and Oda immediately backed away, touching the wound on his arm, grinning in pain.

The fist with red light hit the wall, making a small hole in an instant.

'boom'!

The bullet flew out at a strange angle, and when it approached, it stopped suddenly and turned around.

"Mafia member, why did you come to the clinic?" Nakahara Nakaya stepped back lightly and stood on the low wall.

'boom'!

The reversed bullet flew back along the path it came from, but Oda had already moved, and the bullet missed the air and passed through the wall.

"I just came to the clinic to treat the wound." Oda showed the wound on his arm, "There is no other meaning."

The famous King of Sheep on Leibo Street, even the port mafia in the dark had noticed him, and Oda had seen relevant information, so he recognized the identity of the other party just by meeting him.However, compared with the title of the leader of the King of Sheep, the Mafia clearly recognizes the boy's supernatural powers more, and even does not know who said "gravity control", so that the future will become a prophecy.

At this moment, Oda thought of many reasons why the king of sheep appeared here and attacked him, but he completely rejected it, and finally thought clearly in his heart: the king of sheep does not take care of the clinic, but stays in the clinic teenager.

"I just happened to be injured." Oda explained again, without confessing to Osamu Dazai.

"This time, it's not an example." The orange-haired boy was full of aura, looking at Oda coldly, "Oda Sakunosuke, he just joined the Mafia not long ago, and now he is a new member at the bottom. There are endless trivial things to do every day The salary is meager, and I haven't... killed anyone."

"You know it all."

What he did in the organization has basically never been kept secret. The other party is the King of Sheep who controls the Youth Self-Defense Organization on Lei Bo Street. It is only a matter of a moment to investigate him, so there is nothing surprising.

"Hey, little dwarf, we meet again." The trash can in the corner at the base of the wall suddenly moved, and the boy with brown hair and kite eyes poked his head out.

"Mackerel!" Nakahara also jumped up, thinking that Osamu Dazai would find out the special fruit wine he had managed to grab, and share half of it to drink, so he was very unhappy!

Fist with red light waved.

A bandaged hand stretched out from behind the trash can, "No human qualifications."

The special ability is activated, and the gravity controlled by Zhongye in the Central Plains is instantly eliminated.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took advantage of the opportunity to kick over the trash can, backed up quickly, fell to the low wall again and stood there, watching the boy who was hiding behind the trash can almost being buried in the trash, ran out with his face full of disgust covering his mouth, he felt very happy.

"It was I who recommended Oda to come to the clinic." Osamu Dazai said.

It is rare to feel that the young man staying in the clinic is full of light, and he also thinks that Oda Sakunosuke is a very interesting person, so he played a role in it, and wanted to let his colleagues at the bottom of the mafia, who were in the dark, go to the clinic to see the light.

But no matter what Dazai Osamu's original intention was, Nakahara Chu was also furious.

He tried his best to guard Saitama's side, trying to drive away all potential darkness, but this mackerel came to disrupt the situation, just like a moth to a flame yearning for the light.

The boy who obviously hasn't met a few times, but the moment he meets him, he has a very different personality!

Saitama stood at the door, looking at the three people outside, "Oda, your wound is open, come here and I will help you re-bandage. Dazai, you are injured again, come to the clinic and I will help you treat the wound."

The ordinary boy spoke ordinary words, and the three people who were at war with each other instantly died down.

Just waiting for Saitama to return to the clinic, Dazai immediately turned around, made a face at Nakahara Chuya, and ran into the clinic quickly.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also stood still, with his head lowered, his orange hair drooping slightly, covering the boy's handsome face and all the expressions on his face.

The door of the clinic opened again, and Saitama came out with a bag of garbage.

"There is always danger outside. If you are not here, I dare not approach the door of the clinic." Saitama whispered, "I dare not come out to throw garbage if you are here."

The orange-haired boy raised his head instantly, jumped off the low wall, and jumped right to Saitama's side.

"Let's clean up the trash together." Saitama watched the orange-haired boy staring at the inside of the clinic, and explained in a low voice, "No matter who knocked down the trash can, this is outside the clinic and belongs to my jurisdiction."

"I knocked it down." Nakahara Nakaya softened instantly. Although he was angry with Dazai Osamu and was wary of the trash can that Oda Sakunosuke knocked down, but facing Saitama, he didn't intend to use sophistry to explain , but to help clean up the trash together.

Lift up the trash can again and fix it, and clean up all the garbage outside, making the road clean again.

"Oda, I know a very good tavern, how about we go for a drink?" Seeing Nakahara Nakaya coming out, wiping his hands with a disposable tissue, Osamu Dazai immediately invited Oda, and said 'wine' emphatically the word.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also very excited, he likes wine very much.

"No." Saitama came out later and said seriously, "You are all under 20 years old, so you can't go to the tavern to drink."

The oldest person present, Oda Sakunosuke, was only 19 years old and had one year to go before he could reach adulthood. The other three teenagers were only 14 years old, at most they were close to 15 years old.

"The tavern I know is different." Dazai Osamu had already put on a brand new bandage, and the black windbreaker was stained with a little garbage smell. Saitama decided not to let him wear it, and he didn't insist on wearing it. Now he only wears a suit for three Sitting on the chair in one piece, he raised a bandaged finger to his mouth and looked at Saitama.

The order in Yokohama has always been chaotic. Maybe the bright side still follows the ancient ritual of becoming an adult at the age of 20, but for some teenagers in the dark, they are not qualified to follow that ancient ritual.

Perhaps most of the teenagers in the dark have completely dissipated before they are 20 years old.

"No matter what, it's not allowed." Saitama was unmoved, and it is rare for an ordinary boy to become stubborn, "No matter what you said, the tavern you said can't accept a boy like you, even Oda still has a year left You are only an adult, you are not allowed to go anyway.”

"But we drank fruit wine at home before." Nakahara also felt that Saitama was right, but seeing Dazai Osamu's obedient appearance, he couldn't help but refute Saitama in a low voice.

The orange-haired boy wants to use his special experience to prove that he is in the heart of the boy from the light: he is special.

"The fruit wine is different. I have carefully selected it, otherwise the supermarket wouldn't sell it to us." Saitama didn't say much.

It's just Chuya Nakahara...

Saitama refuses to recall.

"No matter what, you can't go to the tavern." The young man who stayed at the clinic and had learned a lot of medical skills finally decided.

Oda subconsciously touched his stubble that had grown a little more. If the young man hadn't asked his name and age when he was making the bill, no one would have been able to tell that he was not yet an adult this year. He was already a young man like an uncle.

And, once as a killer... No one ever said that he was not allowed to go to the pub to drink.

"Hey, it's a machine without emotion. I just want to drink, what should I do?"

In his 14 years of life, he has met countless people, powerful and powerful, poor and poor, cunning and dull, all of them are so cold, and no one has ever told him that he cannot go to a certain place.

The boy who was hiding in the dark couldn't do anything against that word.

But he couldn't help but want to get closer to the light, to get closer to that refreshing and clear trial of life and death.

"In the evening, I made eggs with sugar and wine. It tastes a little bit like wine, sweet, and a little bit like fruit wine." Qiyu said, "Today there are special eggs in the supermarket." Each had their own thoughts, but they all tacitly obeyed Saitama's arrangement.

But at five o'clock, Saitama locked the door of the clinic and left. On the way to the supermarket, Oda couldn't help but start to doubt himself: Today is considered a vacation, but he can just pass the time, or think about it, or Going to the tavern to drink is fine, why did he stay in the clinic and then follow him to the supermarket?

Supermarkets are crowded with people trying to snap up eggs on sale, crowded like sunfish in droves.