Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

Saitama held his medical skills in his arms, he wanted to protect the gift given by Nakahara Chuya, but... this is just a little tired, and he still can't see the way under his feet.

The body that deliberately did not exercise also sweated slightly, and was a little panting.

His scalp must have been sweating too. Saitama looked at his own shadow illuminated by the street lamp, and always felt that the fluffy hair on his head wanted to leave him.

"Are you tired?" Nakahara Chuya jumped off the roof and landed lightly in front of Saitama.

The orange-haired boy was very thin, and he was only a little taller than Saitama. He squatted down slightly to make himself look much shorter than Saitama.

"Come up."

"I can go."

Saitama is a little embarrassed, he wants to rely on his own strength to take care of his hair, not need to lie on someone's back to avoid physical exercise.

"Hurry up." The orange-haired boy's tone was brisk, and he turned a corner cheerfully at the end, "I still have a lot of things to do when I go back, so I don't have time to walk slowly with you."

In fact, there is another way, which is to leave first by himself, and let Qiyu slowly follow behind.

But how could the king of sheep leave the boy inside the sheep alone.

Qiyu still lay on his stomach, he was really a little out of breath.

The slender body of the orange-haired boy was instantly enveloped in a layer of red light, and by the way, Saitama was also shrouded in it. The next moment, it was like teleporting, the body popped out, and after a few ups and downs, he had already moved away from an extremely long distance.

Go back to the little house.

Saitama slowly slid off the orange-haired boy's back and lay flat on the floor, motionless.

"Have you eaten dinner yet?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also said, he had already opened the small cabinet by the wall, took out bread and mineral water, "I definitely haven't eaten, my stomach is growling with hunger, and I don't even have the strength to walk. A doctor is nothing Good thing, he definitely won't take care of the food."

"Quick." Saitama said.

"what?"

"I said you are so fast."

The orange-haired boy finally understood, and felt his teeth hurt again. He awkwardly pushed the bread and mineral water over, turned around and faced the wall, "Eat quickly!"

The slender orange-haired boy thought it was a compliment, but since he had no experience in dealing with compliments, he became awkward.

Saitama ate bread, drank water, put the packaging bag and the half bottle of water left in the corner, opened the cabinet, took out the futon and began to make the bed.

The bedding is not very good, but it is very clean, and there is an obvious smell of sunlight. The surface of the quilt has been washed white, and the same is true for the mattress.

The bed was made carefully, there was only one pillow, so Saitama folded his clothes and pillowed it, occupying a small half of the bed.

"You sleep here." Chuya Nakahara squatted next to Saitama, looking down at him, "I like to sleep here."

"Okay." Saitama lifted the quilt and rolled to the side, trying to grab his clothes.

As a result, Zhong Yuanzhong also lay down, pillowed on his clothes, and muffled, "Sleep."

As the leader of the sheep organization, how can you let the members have no pillows.

The night in Yokohama is always dark, and it is also the time when the Mori Ogai Clinic has the most visitors.

The fierce man came forward carrying his injured companion, stood at the door and asked, "Doctor, can I go in?"

"Okay, but the person who hurt you just now is inside, please don't start a conflict." Mori Ogai said.

"It's just here." The man came in with his companion on his shoulders, and glanced at his opponent on the next bed with gloomy eyes.

With a smile on his face, Mori Ogai stepped forward with tools, not caring about this undercurrent.

After he had been busy for a long time, he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. The moment he came out of the inner room, the scalpel flew out from his fingertips. The cold light flashed and pierced towards the orange-haired boy who appeared in front of the window at some point.

"Oh, the king of sheep on Leibo Street, how could he come to my small clinic at night." Mori Ogai was not surprised.

Nakahara put his hands in his pockets, and the scalpel was only an inch away from him. After the red light flashed, he quickly changed direction and aimed at Mori Ogai.

"Teach him medical skills, don't be perfunctory." The orange-haired boy threatened.

Mori Ogai leaned on the chair, "You are begging me, you have to know that there is a price to pay."

"Offer."

"This is the king of sheep." Mori Ogai's eyes flashed brightly.

It seems to be jumpy and careless, but in fact, he is as careful as a hair, smart and close to a demon, this is the real king of sheep, not the ordinary boy who looks like a boy in the daytime, buys medical books for his friends, and even comes to pick them up home boy.

What's more, he went home with his friends on his back, very fast.

"Make an offer, or I will stop your clinic from opening." The orange-haired boy turned cold, his eyes were like knives.

The young man who rarely showed such a dangerous side on weekdays, for the sake of the light he believed in, finally revealed his long-hidden fangs, with a cold light shining.

Mori Ogai's expression changed, and he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I want you to blend into the darkness."

"I will think about it." Nakahara Zhongya said, and the moment someone opened the door, his body left, but his voice seemed to stay in the room, "Teach him medical skills first."

"Cunning boy." Mori Ogai was not angry, but smiled slightly.

The boy he was optimistic about finally took the first step towards the darkness, and the second step is not far away.

It was dawn, and the biological clock made Saitama wake up as usual.

I touched my side, it was cold, and I knew that the Central Plains had risen, and it had been rising for a while.

Leibo Street looks poor and dilapidated, but it is full of vitality in the early morning. People who have slept all night wake up and make the unique noise of the early morning, and the darkness of last night's travel is also dormant in the sunshine.

Accompanied by such a sound, Saitama quickly washed up, just put down his toothbrush and tooth cup, when he turned around, the orange-haired boy stood behind him, with one leg bent, for an unknown how long.

"I'll take you there." Nakahara Chuya said.

"Aren't you busy today?" Qiyu took medical skills, and when he just woke up, he had already read a page and almost memorized it.

"It won't take much time." Zhong Yuanzhong also took it for granted, "Didn't you say that I am fast."

Qiyu couldn't refute or explain, so he could only lie on the orange-haired boy's back, like riding a super-fast roller coaster, and arrived at the clinic in the blink of an eye. He slid off Nakahara Nakaya's back and stood there for a long time. I just got used to it.

When he recovered, Zhongyuan Zhong had already left.

"You follow me when I'm making a diagnosis and treatment today." Mori Ogai said.

"Yes." Saitama was full of surprise, "Thank you, Mr. Mori."

What I get from reading books is always the knowledge memorized by rote. Only by seeing how the doctor practices it with my eyes, and then slowly getting started to help, can I integrate the knowledge step by step and grow up slowly.

Saitama thought it would be a long time before he could see Mori Ogai practice with his own eyes, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

"Mr. Sen is so kind." The boy said from the bottom of his heart.

Wearing a white coat, the body in black froze, and quickly returned to normal. He said softly, "It's been so many years since anyone said such a thing to me. The boy from the light..."

The sound was so soft that no one could hear it.

During the day, the clinic is very quiet, Saitama helps to clean the floor, and when there is no patient number, he reads by himself and does not bother Mori Ogai.

Mori Ogai seems very busy, always writing and drawing on paper.

A three-colored cat stopped outside the door with a small dried fish in its mouth. Qiyu saw it, waved at him with crooked eyebrows, and whispered: "Little cat, this place is dangerous, go quickly."

"It's dangerous here, hurry up, don't stop."

The outside of the clinic is very dangerous, people can run on their own, and animals don't know about human disputes, and they will suffer indiscriminate disasters.Sanhuamao glanced at Qiyu again, turned around and walked away unhurriedly.

At the entrance of the clinic, Fukuzawa Yukichi put away the small dried fish he was holding between his fingers as if nothing had happened, and stepped in. The moment he saw Qitama, his eyes froze.

"Can you help me go to Nanatsujiya to buy a bag of small steamed buns?" The moment he entered the door and approached Saitama, the silver-haired man in traditional samurai uniform immediately restrained all his momentum and asked Saitama very peacefully.

Saitama looked at Mori Ogai.

"Go." Mori Ogai did not introduce the identity of the man.

"Okay." Saitama took the money and went out without asking any further questions.

In a very famous store, when the orange-haired boy pointed to the location, he was actually a little bit entangled in his heart. He wanted to confirm that Saitama belonged to the light, but he was afraid that he belonged to the light, so he chose to return to the light and leave him.

Qiyu didn't know these things, so he took the money, made sure of the direction, and walked there.

The distance is not too far, and if you walk neither fast nor slow, it should not be considered exercise.

Saitama grabbed his own hair, and there was a hair between his fingers, the kind with hair follicles falling off.

"!" I tried it when I got up in the morning, but it didn't work.

The King of Sheep jumped onto the roof of the tallest building in Yokohama in his busy schedule, squatted on it, and set up a pergola to look down.

Those who recognized the identity of the King of Sheep thought he was looking for an enemy.

After seeing the orange-haired boy's face turn cold instantly, his body flashed red, and he jumped down quickly, leaving a small hole on the roof, everyone was even more sure that he was looking for an enemy.

The fast-jumping boy soon came to the 'enemy' he had found.

He stood on the steps, condescendingly looking down at the boy who walked like an ant crawling in his eyes, "Why did you come out?"

"Chuya?" Saitama was pleasantly surprised, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

"kindness."

Of course not, he jumped to the top of the building to spy on the surrounding environment of the clinic, because he knew it was dangerous, and wanted to observe it in advance, so that he could prepare for the danger.

Turns out the teenager he cared about ran from safety!