Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

Saitama was ready to fall to the ground, and followed the instructions in the medical book to hold his head and protect his cervical spine and internal organs.

The body fell, and the imaginary strong collision with the floor did not come, but fell into the familiar embrace that was not soft, because the body was extremely thin and somewhat stiff.

The body instantly became light and fluttering, and rolled in mid-air. Saitama knew that it was Chuya Nakahara, and his body stretched out, and the whole body was attached to him.

"No matter who you are, get out!" The orange-haired boy, who was always polite, swears for the first time, rushed forward very rudely, and kicked him out of the clinic.

Now it's the gangster's turn to fly out, how arrogant he was just now, and how embarrassed he is now.

Before the gangster got up, the orange-haired boy had already chased him out, kicked him down again, and stepped on him condescendingly, "Where's your helper? Tell me, and I'll give you a treat."

"I don't have any helpers!" the bastard yelled.

He came to blackmail Saitama, where does he need help, obviously Saitama is the kind of ordinary person who can't be found in the crowd, and is very weak, blackmailing such a person is the easiest!

"Where do you have the guts?" Zhongyuan Zhong was also surprised, deeply aware that the gangster was lying, otherwise the ordinary gangster would dare to open a clinic in the dark, dare to offend the mafia forces that no one in Yokohama dare to underestimate, dare to offend King of Sheep on Thunderbolt Street?

"He's just an ordinary person. It's not normal for me to ask him for money." The gangster also couldn't understand why there was such a powerful young man next to Qiyu. If he knew that he would kill him, he would not dare to come to the clinic.

"Chuya." Saitama whispered, "Put me down first."

He has been hugged all the time, although there is a red light shrouded in it, even if he catches ten more in Zhongyuan, he will not feel heavy, but... the orange-haired boy is really thin, he has no chest muscles at all, his ribs are obvious, and his stomach is not big at all. Soft, there is a thin layer that is almost negligible, but it makes the stomach completely lose the soft pectoral muscles.

It's really nice to lean on.

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't know that Saitama quietly disliked him for not being soft where he should be soft, nor where he shouldn't be soft, so he let go of his hand, let Saitama stand a little farther away, and came over to face the gangster himself.

After being freed, Saitama breathed a sigh of relief, "He's just an ordinary gangster, just turn him over to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"I'll take it off, you go back quickly." Zhong Yuan Zhong also stepped forward to pick up the gangster.

It was not safe outside, so Saitama didn't stay long, and hurried back to the clinic, closed the door with a bang, and looked outside, Nakahara had already left with the gangster, only a small black dot that quickly disappeared.

"It's also my destiny to be a gangster." Saitama said softly, "I would have been beaten up by him and robbed of all my money. I would have been beaten badly, and then I would be poor."

Even if Qiyu has practiced for a few days now, he is still not sure that he can beat the gangster, he is still too weak now.

Before Zhongyuan Zhong also took the gangster to the police station, he threw him into a corner and asked him for his identity.

The gangster was carried and flew between the buildings, and he was frightened. He asked what to say, and didn't dare to hide anything.

"It's really just a gangster." The orange-haired boy who had many conspiracy theories in his heart didn't get any more clues. His heart moved, and he asked instead, "I'll ask you another question. You answer truthfully and don't tell anyone. ,otherwise……"

"I won't tell anyone." The bully was about to freak out.

He just found a very ordinary person to blackmail, how could he provoke such a demon.

"If there is a person who keeps losing hair, how should I treat it?" the orange-haired boy asked.

The gangster subconsciously looked at Zhongya Zhongya's thick orange hair. Seeing the young man looking back fiercely, he quickly withdrew his gaze and said tremblingly, "My dad has been drinking for a long time, stayed up late playing cards, and started losing his hair when he was very young. Seriously Mediterranean."

"Usually wash your hair with ginger water."

"What's the effect?" the boy asked viciously.

The gangster thought of his father who had used a lot of ginger water and it was still useless, so he looked at the vicious young man, "Yes, yes, it is a little bit useful."

Zhongyuan Zhong also snorted, grabbed the gangster and left, and threw him to the police station to finish.

Although according to the rules of the dark people in Yokohama, there is a high probability that the gangster will have to pay something on the spot to forgive his crime, but since the boy from the light has spoken, Nakahara is willing to do what Saitama said.

Leaving the Metropolitan Police Department, the orange-haired boy jumped to the top of the tallest building in Yokohama and looked down.

When eating in the morning, Qiyu took several supermarket promotion leaflets and analyzed them. He said that there was a ginger promotion in a large supermarket, and that the ginger at home was enough for the time being, so there was no need to buy it.

But now, Zhong Yuanzhong also feels that a lot of ginger is needed at home.

He also carried the one thousand yen that Saitama gave him in the morning, which was enough to snap up the special price of ginger.

It soon became no secret that the clinic was attacked by gangsters.

Mafia office building.

In the most inconspicuous intelligence office, Ango Sakaguchi looked down at the message in his hand.

He has just joined the mafia not long ago, and he is still a rookie at the bottom of the intelligence department. Now he is exposed to the most insignificant and least valuable information, but occasionally important information will slip through the net, which requires his eyesight. , obviously, this is also one of his tests.

As long as he can grasp the important information, Ango Sakaguchi can continue to climb up and occupy an important position in the intelligence department.

He thought that he had overheard Dazai Osamu, who was in the limelight, talking to a member of the same low-level position, Oda: Dazai happened to see Oda Sakunosuke injured, so he recommended him to a very inconspicuous clinic for treatment of the wound.

It was the clinic that was being attacked now. Although the one who attacked the clinic was only a gangster that no member of the Mafia cared about, Ango Sakaguchi still put away the note sharply and continued to process the rest of the news without leaving a trace.

Finally, when it was time to get off work, Ango Sakaguchi left the office building without looking sideways.

Oda, who is also a bottom-level member, gets off work at about the same time, and takes the same route.

The moment he was about to approach the intersection in front of him, Oda stopped immediately, and the strange premonition in his heart made him not hesitate to activate the supernatural ability 'Seamless', and he could see the future for five seconds in the future.

In the future in the field of vision, a person appeared at the intersection ahead, looking familiar.

There was no danger, Oda continued walking.

"The clinic is under attack." After Ango Sakaguchi said softly, he brushed past Oda and left quickly.

Oda suddenly turned his head and ran towards the clinic.

Ango Sakaguchi didn't go far, and there were already people waiting on the side of the road ahead.

"Dazai." Ango Sakaguchi stopped.

"Most information about Yokohama is in the hands of the mafia, do you know who arranged it?" Osamu Dazai pointed to himself, "It's me."

Arranging where and when the intelligence staff should pay attention is all arranged by the young man himself.

It was precisely because of the youth's actions that the Mafia intelligence department suddenly became more important, even comparable in strength to a mobile unit.

"Here." Ango Sakaguchi instantly understood that the clinic, which seemed very inconspicuous to him, did not need to focus on it, but this unreasonable arrangement obviously had something to do with Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai did not answer the note with the news, but turned and left, "I already know."

Ango Sakaguchi stood there without moving. Now that he knew about it, he came to him specifically to say these things. He didn't understand what Dazai Osamu meant, whether he came here to warn him about leaking information, or some other hint.

After thinking for a long time, Ango Sakaguchi decided to visit the clinic.

No matter what Osamu Dazai thinks, if you go to see it with your own eyes, you can always figure out a thing or two. He came to the Mafia with a mission, and in order to complete the mission, he must work hard!

So when Qiyu was thinking about whether to change the daily task of 10, one kilometer to 20, two kilometers, three people suddenly came to the clinic.

The wound on Oda's arm was almost healed, but because he ate spicy curry, the wound didn't heal very well, so Saitama gave him anti-inflammatory medicine and ointment.

When it was Osamu Dazai's turn, the brown-haired boy took the initiative to lie down on the hospital bed, and slowly lost his breath.

"Get up, I won't be fooled again." Saitama stepped forward to pull off the boy's clothes and untie the bandages on his body, "Why do you get new injuries and old injuries every day, a complete and perfect body looks good .”

"Eh, a machine without emotion, so you also have aesthetics for patients?" Dazai opened his eyes and looked at Saitama curiously.

Qiyu brought a lot of ointment, scissors and a needle and thread, "You are not a simple patient. I know you, and you have eaten the rice I cooked. We are friends."

There is affection between friends, and there is no conflict with doctors and patients.

"Friend." Dazai repeated softly.

"I'm going to deal with the wound, it hurts a bit, bear with it," Saitama said.

Although he is a friend, it will not reduce the pain when he acts as a doctor.

Dazai burst into tears in pain, and looked at Qiyu pitifully, "Good friend, it really hurts."

"Hold it." My good friend said ruthlessly.

Helping Dazai put on a new bandage, some old wounds were also covered with bandages, Qitama's eyes darkened, and she didn't say anything else.

It is said in medical books that everyone's pursuits and values ​​are different, and some of them are called mental illnesses because they are not tolerated by society, but in Saitama's view, Dazai is not abnormal, he just ...It's just a pursuit of a different height that others can't understand.

After dealing with the two people, it was finally Ango Sakaguchi's turn.

For some reason, seeing the young doctor turn around, Ango Sakaguchi swallowed subconsciously.

But, he wasn't injured.

What should I do!