Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

"Long-term high concentration makes your kidneys overdrawn."

Before Ango Sakaguchi could speak, Saitama had already actively observed the symptoms in his body.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Saitama asked.

"No." Ango Sakaguchi replied honestly, "I work overtime every day, surrounded by male colleagues."

"Where's your boyfriend?"

"……nor."

Qiyu turned around to get the medicine from the shelf, and said, "Then don't defend yourself, at least for a month. I'll get you some ginseng five-treasure tea, you make a bag every day, try it for a month, come to me if it doesn't work .” A box of delicately packaged ginseng five-treasure tea was placed quietly on the counter in a plastic bag.

Ango Sakaguchi swallowed, ready to pay.

"He's my colleague." Oda kindly helped.

"Oh, then you can go through the internal bill, and you only need a little money." Saitama was very happy.

Since it is Mr. Mori's subordinate, it could not be better.

Qiyu thought that all three of them came to the clinic to see a doctor, and it happened that his ability could see it, so he quickly finished it.

Oda found that there was nothing wrong with the clinic, so he left voluntarily, planning to use some means to investigate quietly. Ango Sakaguchi had no excuse to stay, and followed his colleagues to leave. Osamu Dazai wanted to stay, but there were still matters in the mafia that needed to be dealt with.

The brown-haired boy stood unhappily at the door of the clinic, "Machine without emotion, you must protect yourself."

"I'll find out about this."

The latter sentence was barely audible, and before Qiyu could speak, he had already left.The three of them are not simple characters, and checking a gangster is simply a matter of moving fingers.Fortunately, the gangster who had already entered the police station to wait for trial did not know that he had been investigated to the bottom of the sky. He was sure that he was really just a gangster, so he let him go.

The clinic became quiet again, and Saitama continued to read medical books.

There are so many contents in the book, but the more he understands, the smaller Saitama feels: It may be really simple to always feel that he wants to become stronger, but it is not so simple. To become stronger, his physical fitness soars, But the change that comes with it is hair loss.

Now Saitama is still not sure whether he just lost his hair, or whether the fine hair and other hairs on his body are also falling out.

First of all, there are almost no fine hairs on his face, his skin is fair, the pores are not visible at all, and the fine hairs are so thin that it is impossible to observe them closely.

A boy who is only 14 years old has no secondary sexual characteristics, so he has no beard and no way to observe.

As for other parts of the body, the underarms are inconvenient to observe, as if they haven’t started to grow yet, and the bottom... forget it, it seems that they haven’t grown yet. After thinking about it, only the eyelashes and eyebrows are the easiest to observe, and a mirror is enough.

Finally, there are a lot of eyebrows, and it takes time and effort to observe them. The upper and lower eyelashes are not too many, so they are the best objects to observe.

However, if he wants to observe his eyelashes all the time, he needs a small mirror that he carries with him. Currently, Qiyu doesn’t have one on hand. He decided to buy one when the small mirrors in the supermarket are on sale.

'beep beep'

Someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in." Saitama was not close to the door.

The door of the clinic slowly opened, and there was a man outside who looked about middle-aged, but not middle-aged at all, and seemed to be older.

The man was wearing a doctor's white coat, with one hand in his pocket, and he was a little fat, just enough to completely block the opening of the door.

Saitama looked over, "Doctor?"

"Gua is a very good doctor, Misaka Misaka whispered." A small hand squeezed the doctor's white coat, followed by the small head, and the dull hair on the top of the head was particularly eye-catching.

She squeezed through the gap and ran into the clinic.

"I want to thank you. Last time you gave me medicine that didn't hurt. Misaka Misaka looked at it gratefully." The little girl about ten years old ran up to Saitama and stood in front of him, looking up at him.

"You're welcome, this is what a doctor should do." Saitama replied quietly.

Originally, there were some medicines developed for children, both in terms of taste and curative effect, which were specially adjusted. He claimed to be Misaka Misaka’s last work and came to Saitama to thank him, but he didn’t dare to fully accept it.

"Misaka Misaka is very happy." The child quickly ran away, looking at everything in the clinic curiously, but did not reach out to touch it.

The middle-aged doctor in a white coat opened the door and came in, looked at Qiyu with a little surprise.

The middle-aged doctor didn't think it was an easy task to take out the right medicine and make the last work recover properly. Even he had to use the life device that he had prepared for a long time to make the last work survive.

It's just that he didn't expect the person who dispensed the medicine to be such an ordinary boy, there was nothing special about him.

And Saitama looked at the bald top of the middle-aged doctor's head and the circle of hair on the edge of the head. In the perfect Mediterranean, there was really no hair on the top of the head, and all fell off.

Hey, I don't know if I will go here

Even cosplayers dare not cosplay so directly, they will definitely wear wigs.

"Can I ask you a question?" Saitama asked softly.

"Ask." The middle-aged doctor was very calm and confident, "I don't think there are any problems that can stump me yet."

As long as he is a patient, he can definitely be saved if he does not die. Even if he dies within three days, he can still try to break the boundary between life and death.No matter what happens, he will never abandon the patients, and he has the title of Chasing the Soul of Netherland in Academy City.

Mingtu Zhuhun dare not say that he is omniscient, but he feels that his knowledge and attainments should be able to solve all the problems of this ordinary boy in front of him.

"Then I asked." Qiyu reminded in a low voice. Seeing the middle-aged doctor's leisurely look, he couldn't help but glance at his bald Mediterranean center. He really didn't have a single hair. "Your hairstyle was shaved on purpose. It's like this, or..."

I grew up like this.

If his hair is very thick, how can he not think about it, so he specially shaves the Mediterranean hairstyle, isn't it good to keep the thick hair and make a handsome look?

"Natural." Mingtu Zhuhun felt that he underestimated this ordinary boy. He looked ordinary, but in fact he was not ordinary at all.

Ordinary teenagers would not ask such tricky questions.

"Can it be cured?" Saitama looked at the doctor hopefully.

Since he said that he is very skilled in medicine, then... he should be able to treat it.

"..." Netherland Chasing Soul was inexplicably a little desperate. He could try to revive people even if they were dead, but this was not what the young man in front of him asked. After thinking about it, he could only tell the truth, "Everyone loses their hair. The reasons for hair loss are different. Staying up late, overwork, hormones, emotions, etc. will affect hair growth. The treatment method also needs to be tailored to the case, not everyone can use the same treatment method for hair loss. "

"What kind of treatment do you need?" Saitama's voice was even smaller, almost inaudible, but it was still accurately transmitted to Mingtu Zhuhun's ears, but he quickly raised his voice a little bit, "I'm very sorry, I'm very sorry I want to know. If you don't want to say it, it's fine, I shouldn't violate your **, and keep asking, it's very rude."

But he really wanted to know, and it was rare to meet a doctor with such high medical skills.

The boy's voice seemed to be crying, and he looked pitiful, like a homeless puppy.

"Hey." Mingtu Zhuishun sighed softly, "I haven't been able to be treated, because it doesn't affect my work. But..."

After being stared at by the young man and having a series of soul questions and answers, Nether Earth Zhuihun suddenly realized that hair is very important, and he has changed his mind.

"I will try to treat it." The middle-aged doctor said tentatively, while staring into the boy's eyes.

"Really?" Saitama said joyfully.

In any case, a skilled doctor trying to treat his hair loss problem will always help him.

Seeing the boy's eyes brighten instantly, the middle-aged doctor instantly confirmed that he had guessed his thoughts correctly: Although he didn't know the reason, the boy in front of him seemed to be having a lot of trouble, and it was related to his hair, and also Or about his hair, which is falling out for no apparent reason.

Although the boy thought he was hiding everything well, in fact everything about him had been betrayed by him.

"I'll let you know when I make progress." Netherland Chasing Soul didn't directly point out everything he had seen through. He had already seen through the boy, and he also saw that he was completely different from those students with superpowers in Academy City.

A teenager is just one of those ordinary people.

He looks ordinary, but this is precisely the most precious thing.

The middle-aged doctor, who has lived for countless years, chooses to protect this preciousness, which is just a matter of effort. He can treat his hair loss problem while he is resting.

"After thanking you, it's time for us to go." The middle-aged doctor planned to leave.

The little girl ran out, stood in front of Saitama, looked up at him with a smile on her face, "Goodbye, Misaka Misaka looked at my little brother expecting a response."

"Goodbye." Saitama replied.

The middle-aged doctor led the little girl out of the clinic, and the door opened and closed.

Saitama finally tidied up the clinic, closed the doors and windows, and opened the door of the clinic. At a glance, he saw a boy with orange hair standing on the side of the road. Under the setting sun, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light.It's just that he was still holding a big reusable plastic bag in his hand, and inside the transparent plastic bag was a lot of ginger.

That's right, ginger.