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In the room outside the clinic, Nakahara was leaning on Saitama's usual desk, crossing his arms and looking at the person opposite, "Who are you, why did you suddenly appear in Yokohama, and what are you here for?"

The man has brown hair, wears a beard-like forehead, thick lips, and some strange combat uniforms. His eyes and pupils don't feel clear at all, as if they don't reflect light.

"You said he was a doctor." The man didn't answer the question, but he was worried about his companion who was sent into the inner room, so he wanted to go in and have a look.

As soon as he lifted his foot, Zhong Yuanzhong had already stood at the door of the room and blocked it.

"He's a doctor." Chuya Nakahara said that he didn't trust the weird man in front of him either. Men who were seriously injured and incapacitated could be handed over to Saitama for treatment, but men who still had combat effectiveness could not.

It doesn't even work close.

The man took a deep breath, and didn't underestimate the boy in front of him because of his young age. He took out the kunai tied to his body, and prepared to subdue the boy first and then reason.

"Wait." Chuya Nakahara rang the alarm as soon as he saw the man taking out the kunai, "Don't destroy the clinic, call it out."

Although this request was a bit weird, but the companion was still in the room inside, the man thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Arriving outside the open space, the two of them moved at the same time without needing to speak.

"Earth escape? Earth flow gun."

The bricks and stones under his feet were instantly pushed away by the rocks that broke out of the ground, and the tip of the rocks aimed at the Central Plains and attacked at an extremely fast speed, which is not an exaggeration.

Zhong Yuan also showed a smile on his face, "The soil under your feet is not only under your control."

There was a 'bang bang bang' sound outside, and there was still a huge water rushing past quickly. Through the gaps in the curtains, you could even see towering trees occasionally rising outside, and you could even see some Tree branches change shape as quickly as soft plasticine.

"Your companion got into a fight with my companion," Saitama said, "but they all avoided the clinic."

"I'm Saitama, a very ordinary little doctor."

"This is Yokohama."

The noise outside was getting louder, but it didn't reach the clinic.

The white-haired man lying on the hospital bed finally confirmed that he didn't look away. The boy in front of him was indeed very ordinary. Not only did he not have chakra in his body, he didn't even have other talents. medical skills.

Facing the non-threatening, even very weak boy, the man's expression softened, "I was injured during a secret mission and was rescued by my companions. Can you tell me where Yokohama is? I come from a small village."

"Yokohama is a city." Saitama explained, "This place is more complicated and dangerous. If you have nothing to do with it, you'd better leave as soon as possible."

It's good to know where to go back, at least you can go back.

The sound outside suddenly stopped.

"Can I take a look outside?" The white-haired man was a little worried that his companion would hurt someone, "My companion is very strong."

Saitama stepped forward and opened the curtains.

The smooth road outside completely disappeared, replaced by crooked towering trees and some weird branches, as well as violent water flow, and some dilute and weird rocks lying there.

It's like a different world is connected outside the window.

On the largest branch among them, Nakahara also noticed Saitama's gaze, and turned his head to look over.

The distance is a bit far, and the sound is not transmitted through the silent glass.

But Zhong Yuanzhong also heard it. He lowered his head and picked at the soil accumulated under the branches, and pulled out a person, shaking his hand.

"My companions are also strong," Saitama said.

Obvious surprise flashed in the white-haired man's eyes. He unconsciously mobilized the chakra in his body, trying to see through the Central Plains, but suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, only blood-like red, and overwhelming black. Those black and red were very good. The integration into one place made him tremble involuntarily.

Even facing the tail beast was not so shocking.

"Troubleshooting the public facilities will attract the attention of the Supernatural Special Affairs Division." Saitama said softly, reaching out to pat the white-haired man, and discussing with him, "Can the outside find a way to restore it to its original state?"

Most of the weird things were made by the men's companions, and Zhongyuan Zhong didn't destroy much.

The white-haired man suddenly regained his senses, and looked away from the young man outside, "Yes."

Outside the clinic.

Zhongyuan Zhong also put his defeated general on the ground, pinched a kunai with his fingers and spun around quickly, "Can you restore this place to its original state?"

"...Yes." The man felt that the boy in front of him was a monster. He had never been beaten like this even in the face of those talented boys in the big village. There was no possibility of winning. Every move was suppressed. He fought hard. He tried his best, but the boy was still able to handle it with ease.

Well, in addition to being stronger, the boy is also more beautiful than those rough (painting style) boys in the village.

"It's good to be able to recover." Nakahara Chuya jumped off the branch and walked to the clinic step by step, "Come in after the recovery is complete."

Speaking with strength is so concise and clear, and it is the method Zhongyuan Zhongye is best at.

Inside the clinic, Qi Yu opened the door of the simple operating room and pushed the people inside out.

"His ability is very special. He can make wood grow freely and change its shape. If possible, he should be able to create a house with a complex structure in an instant." Saitama has observed the ability of the person outside and feels that it is very practical Ability.

"The quality of the wood is also excellent." Zhongya Nakahara said.

This is the sequelae of often going shopping with Qitama to the supermarket to snap up specials. When you see everything, you have to look at the quality and think about the cost performance.

"Mr. Mori's office building seems to be repairable," Saitama said.

"It's also a coincidence." Zhongyuan Zhong also just thought of this.

Now that both of them happened to be idle, Nakahara Chuya stepped forward to explain the origins of these two people to Qiyu.

In the morning, Nakahara Chuya had just finished dealing with the members of the organization, and came out of the game hall, thinking about coming to meet Saitama and have lunch together.In order to hurry on the road as soon as possible, he walked high, and when he landed, he clearly saw that there was no one in the place, but when he was about to fall, two people suddenly appeared.

Nakahara Chu also thought for a moment that Saitama appeared in the same way, so he didn't dare to take it lightly, so he went forward and arrested two people to the clinic.

"I'm not from the same place as them," Saitama said.

"I think so too." Zhongyuan Zhong also deeply agreed.

Those two men are not young, both around 30 years old, and their clothes and so on are completely different from Qitama.

The most important thing is that they are very strong, but Saitama does not have their powerful abilities.

"Whether the maintenance of the office building can be solved, we have to discuss with them." Saitama took his own and Nakahara Chuya's bento and put it in the microwave oven, and took out the cheesecake that was originally intended to be a snack, and simply divided it into four parts. Just enough for four people not to go hungry.

After sharing the meal and delivering it to the two men, watching them eat with an intoxicated expression on his face, Saitama finally opened his mouth and made his request.

"can."

Qiyu breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I won't charge your medical expenses, and I will help you advance the payment."

The white-haired man on the hospital bed asked curiously, "If you charge for medical expenses, how much will it cost?"

"It depends on the identity of the patient. There are internal bills, ordinary bills, and bills for robbing the rich and helping the poor." Saitama said, "The worst case is that you have also made a move with Zhongyuan Zhong, and you deliberately don't help us, then I just have to I can give you the bills of robbing the rich and helping the poor."

Therefore, although he looks like a very ordinary boy, he is actually very cunning sometimes.

The white-haired man didn't stay for long. After the wound stopped bleeding and he had replenished enough energy, they were ready to leave after they could move freely.

But before leaving, they will go to the mafia office building and tell Saitama their names.

Hatake Kakashi.

Yamato.

"So it's really not Jibumao." Saitama was sure that Mantoumao's name was not Hatake Kakashi, but their voices were really similar, as if they were the same person.

After the meal was over, people left. Although the road outside looked a little broken, it was smooth and not as impactful as the previous huge changes.

Nakahara Chuya walked around the clinic, and finally stopped in front of Osamu Dazai's hospital bed.

"Saitama, is mackerel going to sleep all the time?" Nakahara Nakaya looked down at the pale-skinned young man with his eyes closed, feeling a little strange.

It is such a weak Osamu Dazai who can torture himself so cruelly.

Hard to imagine.

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that his mouth moved suddenly, as if he was talking in his sleep, but his voice was too low, so he couldn't help but get closer, wanting to hear if he would inadvertently reveal his unknown secret.

Getting closer, Zhong Yuan Zhong also had hair hanging down, covering half of his face.

"I haven't slept. I heard that Saitama has picked up a new patient, and you're still fighting with someone."

"Mackerel!" Zhong Yuanzhong also jumped up.

"Ah, I woke up." Osamu Dazai blinked his kite-colored eyes, and looked at Nakahara Chuya curiously, "Short, what does the patient look like? I have been sleeping, and I can't open my eyes to look at nei."

Nakahara Chuya backed away quickly, and ran to stand next to Saitama, "You've been pretending to be asleep, so of course you dare not open your eyes!" Once you open your eyes, you can't pretend to be asleep.

"Hey, you saw through." Osamu Dazai was still very curious about the two men, "I don't know if they are beautiful or not, I always wanted to die in love with a beautiful lady, maybe a beautiful brother can do it too."

Seeing the two cohabiting teenagers almost inseparable and supporting each other, some very subtle changes have taken place in the heart of the black mud spirit: for example, the beautiful little brother is actually no worse than the beautiful young lady.

"Huh?" Nakahara also thought of Yamato who was fighting with him, his appearance definitely had nothing to do with beauty, and the other one covered four-fifths of his face, who knows if he is beautiful or not.

But Saitama holds another view on this, "Hatake Kakashi looks very, very good-looking!"

"Prettier than the dwarf?" Osamu Dazai asked suddenly.

"Chuya is still a boy." Saitama said.