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"Just go to the orphanage, which is full of underage children, there will be no danger."

Early in the morning, Qiyu got up to make breakfast and lunch, and asked the cohabiting boy who had just returned from outside.

"Chuya, I probably won't be back at noon, do you pack your lunch in a bento box or keep it at home?"

If there is no need to go to the clinic to find Saitama, Nakahara Chuya can actually go back to his residence for lunch at noon.

"You don't need to pack a bento box," said the boy.Squatting outside to eat lunch alone, no matter how delicious it is, it will appear tasteless because there is no companion.

"I can find time."

It's not just a whole day's work. Before the maintenance of the Mafia's office building, it was also a whole day's work. It's just that he has to work for a few days after returning. For a young man with excellent physical fitness, he will not feel tired.

But the cohabiting boy obviously didn't think so, he said: "Zhongye, you are the king of all,

"I can't always hog your time."

What's more, Qiyu feels that he can deal with the orphanage, and that he will not be in danger, so he doesn't need Chuya Nakahara to help.

If the orange-haired boy really found time to come, it would be a waste of his time.

"Time is life." Saitama tried to convince Chuya Nakahara.

Nakahara was also convinced, "Then if there is danger, you can call me. Remember, Yokohama will never be an absolutely safe place."

"But there is a relatively safe place." Saitama packed up the things to take away, and was ready to go out.

"I'll take you there." Zhong Yuan Zhong also followed, walking slowly on the curb.

The boy in front was carrying a big package, which contained ordinary medicines he bought through Mori Ogai's purchase channel.

The package was almost as big as half of his body, but it was very light. He refused to ask Nakahara Nakaya to help him, so he had to carry it by himself.

His hair looks fluffy, and when the wind blows, it can't support it and shakes a lot.

This only happens to people with thinning hair.

"Go get some styling mousse."

"I kept the pocket money from yesterday and the day before yesterday."

"Should be enough."

Coming out of Radium Bowl Street, it didn't take long to reach the orphanage.

The port city of Yokohama is really big, and some people may never meet in this life; it is small and small, and some people can always easily get the chance to meet.

"Here we are." Saitama stopped at the entrance of the orphanage, "Chuya, go back."

The King of Sheep on Radium Bowl Street may not be a good person to meet for this remote orphanage.

"I'll watch you go in." Nakahara also stepped back, jumped to a big tree not far away to hide himself.

"Then I'll go."

The ordinary-looking boy who looked ordinary everywhere waved his hand at the big tree, and knocked on the door with a sense of security.

The orphanage located in a remote place is no longer brand new. The paint on the gate is peeling off, the courtyard walls are mottled, and the brick-paved road in the yard looks very old. Some places are filled with different bricks and stones. It should be repaired by myself. No professional repairman was found.

The person who came to open the door was a middle-aged man with a straight face and strict movements. His whole person looked rigid and serious. He had a pot-shaped haircut, the kind that only people with very thick hair would choose.

"Hello, I'm Qiyu who contacted you before." Qiyu pointed to the big package beside him, "I'm here to deliver some commonly used medicines."

"Please come in." The middle-aged man with the pot head still had a straight face.

Saitama walked in through the open door.

The heavy iron door was quickly closed, blocking the view from the outside.

Stepping on the old floor tiles, Saitama looked up at the old building not far away.

A young child was lying behind the glass window, looking at him curiously. When he found that he was looking back, he immediately shrank back, and after a while, he leaned over to the window and peeked out.

Although they are all orphans, they are also children at the same time, no different from children with parents to take care of them.

When Qiyu followed the middle-aged man with a pot head into the building, all the children hiding behind the windows hid, and the long corridor was empty.

"Go to my office, and I will let the children come over one by one." The middle-aged man with the pot head looked down at the slightly short boy carefully, "Who did you learn your medical skills from?"

Doctors who come out of serious schools are at least adults, and it is not so uncommon for young people who have a teacher.

"It's Mr. Mori." Saitama said.

The middle-aged man with the pot head didn't speak any more, he led Qiyu into the office, only gave him an empty desk, and then turned around to leave, probably to arrange for the children.

Qiyu took out the medical kit, laid out all the common tools, took out the form prepared in advance, put on a white coat, and waited for the first child to visit.

"Hey, are you the doctor they found?"

The half-hidden door was slammed and pushed open violently. The young man with fierce eyes stood at the door against the light, questioning the little doctor in the room.

"Ango?" Saitama heard a familiar voice.

The boy strode in, stood in front of the desk, and looked down at Saitama who was sitting.

"You are not Mr. Ango." Saitama immediately confirmed after seeing the boy's appearance clearly.

Mr. An Wu, who always wears professional suits and round eyes and spends his days in the office, will never be as energetic as a young man.

"Please sit down." Saitama signaled the boy to sit on the chair opposite to him.

Brown-orange slightly curly hair, a little long, beautiful amber pupils, but the eyes are particularly fierce when looking at people.

But even so, the boy still listened to the little doctor's words, sat obediently on the chair, and put his hands on his knees neatly.

"I'm not an orphan here." Seeing Saitama take out the stethoscope, the boy swallowed nervously.

Unexpectedly fierce and soft.

"I know." Saitama said without any surprise.

When he heard a familiar voice and confirmed that he was not Mr. Ango, Qiyu knew it.

"Ah?" The young man's ferocious voice suddenly became very soft, as if he was a little frightened.

He is not an orphan in the orphanage, but was accidentally picked up by a middle-aged man with a pot head. He was brought back when he was still completely unfamiliar with the surroundings. He was strictly disciplined and he was not allowed to leave the orphanage. The reason is that He is not yet of age.

The middle-aged man in Jarhead was unexpectedly old-fashioned, so he took him in in a deadpan way.

"Heartbeat is healthy." Saitama said, "I'm going to poke your stomach, hold on. Lift up your clothes..."

"Tsk, boring."

Saitama withdrew his hand and looked towards the door.

He heard the familiar voice again, the black mud spirit who was always elusive and tried to kill him in various ways.

"Mr. Dazai?" Saitama asked tentatively.

The voice sounded equally lifeless, with an obvious gloom.

"Monkeys are not orphans here." The orange-haired boy somehow developed a crush on the little doctor, and his tone became less fierce.

"So it's your companion." Saitama understood.

The boy outside was wearing an expensive custom-made uniform and the same custom-made square-framed eyes. His gaze was always on the orange-haired boy and never left.

"But even if you are not orphans and do not belong here, you still need to have a medical examination." Qiyu said.

The orange-haired boy lifted his clothes, and Qiyu poked his stomach with his hand, and saw the boy pursed his lips, and then he couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

The stomach is really sensitive, especially when a stranger pokes it hard.

"Okay." Saitama took out the form to fill out, "He is in good health. It is recommended to drink some bone soup, which will help you grow taller."

The boy stood up and stood beside his companion.

He was much, much shorter than his companions, and his eyes lit up when he heard about bone soup, a folk remedy for growing taller.

"misaki."

"His name is Misaki."

"Hey, monkey!" The orange-haired boy became visibly upset, but he didn't do anything.

The boy stood upright, and it was obvious that he had received a good education. Even though he felt that the things in front of him and the little doctor in front of him were boring, he did not leave immediately.

"Tsk, you register directly, no need to check."

"Fushimi Saru than ancient."

"My name is Fushimi Saruhiko."

He didn't intend to sit across from Qiyu, then lift up his clothes, let the little doctor poke his stomach, and listen to his heartbeat.

Qiyu raised his head and looked the boy up and down. A boy from such a well-off family actually does not need a doctor like him for a physical examination.

"Slim." Saitama wrote on the form, "It is recommended to eat more vegetables."

"Hahaha." The orange-haired boy suddenly laughed.

He knew that monkeys hated all vegetables and refused to eat a bite, but the little doctor pointed this out accurately.

Sure enough, the monkey's face became very ugly to the naked eye.

He glanced at Qiyu quietly, and pulled the orange-haired boy away without looking back.

Originally, I only thought that the little doctor was boring, but I didn't expect that he was not only boring, but also very annoying.

"Next." Saitama put the two forms away separately and took out a new blank form.

The one who came in was an ordinary child who was a little timid.

These are the children of the orphanage.

The children in the back are also children from the orphanage, of different ages, and they are all dressed very plainly. Although they are not as ostentatious and happy as those children with families, they are not too timid.

The middle-aged Jarhead may not have much ability to build the orphanage well, so that the children can feel the warmth of home. He can only do his best and spare no effort to do what he thinks is right.

After checking all the children, Saitama compiled the forms.

The general situation of the children is written on it, and the specific suggestions given by Saitama are written in the remarks column at the end.

"The injury on the leg needs to go to the hospital for a specific diagnosis."

"I have deviated eyesight and need custom glasses."

Except for a small number of completely healthy children, most of the remaining children have suggestions.

Some suggestions may be very small and seemingly insignificant, but the little doctor's intentions can be reflected between the lines.

He even took into account the economic situation of the orphanage, and gave all affordable and useful suggestions.