Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

The orange-haired boy stood on the steps, looking down aggressively at the black-haired boy who ran out of the safe zone.

He wanted to growl, do you know how dangerous Yokohama is? Even in broad daylight, a boy who belongs to the light must not appear in the dark area.

will be infested by darkness.

Five steps away from the two teenagers, the three-flowered cat squatted on the low wall, put its tail in front to hook its front feet, and looked at them curiously.

"Come back with me." The orange-haired boy said.

"I promised to help a customer buy Nanatsujiya's steamed buns." Saitama said, "It's daytime, so there shouldn't be any danger."

He is very weak now, he knows, he has been very careful.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you." The orange-haired boy quickly changed his words.

He blamed Mori Ogai in his heart, and felt that black doctors were really unreliable, promises were like poured water, dirty and turbid.But he told the boy the location of Qitsujiya, if he hadn't pointed out the location of Qitsujiya at that time, the boy wouldn't have been sent out to buy buns.Half blamed Mori Ogai, half blamed himself, the orange-haired boy looked a little ugly.

The street outside is full of sunshine, which is warm and warm on the body.It was daylight, a rare moment of light in the port city of Yokohama.

Nakahara Nakata also walked on the steps by the side of the road. He looked a full head taller than Saitama. He glanced sideways at the young man who was completely covered by the sun, and muttered softly, "Yang has never had such a troublesome member."

The native teenagers on Leibo Street have adapted well to the complex and dangerous environment here in Yokohama. They need the help of the King of Sheep to deal with those dangerous and violent things, but they will not be like Saitama, who has to let go when they go out. people worry.

Only Saitama from the Light worries him.

On the low wall by the side of the road, the three-flowered cat walked unhurriedly behind, watching the orange-haired boy complaining in a low voice, while silently watching and listening to all directions, trying to rule out all possible dangers.

He could actually help Saitama go to Nanatsujiya to buy small steamed buns, but he didn't take the initiative to help, and Saitama didn't say anything.

Compared to completing the task so quickly and easily, the two teenagers walked slowly in tacit understanding, the shadow slowly elongated on the ground, and then walked to the door of Nanatsuji House, the black-haired boy opened the door and went in, and the orange-haired boy put his hands in his pockets. , wait outside.Nanatsujiya is a store open in the light, and it is best for the black-haired boy to go in by himself.

"Hello, could I trouble you to do me a favor?"

A person suddenly appeared from the corner on the side, whispering to Qitama.

A dark trench coat, a matching suit, a bucket hat and flat glasses, and a mole in the shape of a gecko on his cheek.Saitama did see the mole move like a gecko, but he was soon caught by the dazzling light emanating from the man's body.

"I don't have much ability to help right now." Saitama said, "If it's not difficult..."

"It's very simple."

This task is very simple, Saitama agreed.

He didn't ask the good-looking gentleman why he didn't do it himself, because everyone has their own secrets that they can't share, even himself.

After buying the steamed buns, Qiyu came out with a paper bag in his pocket, and in his pocket was the extra tip from the gentleman, which was his reward for his help.Not far from Nanatsujiya, there is a bench specially used for passers-by to rest. At this time, a squinting young man in a detective costume is sitting on the bench. Sanhuamao, "I've said it all, the president will definitely ask someone to buy Nanachiya's steamed buns for Ranpo-sama!"

Although the fat three-colored cat is fat, its body is very flexible, but its legs are a bit short, so it can't reach the young man no matter how it flops.

"I want to eat Qitsujiya steamed buns too." The cat said.

"Don't grab my little mantou." Edogawa Ranpo didn't think the cat's words were unusual, he continued to slap the cat's head, he had already seen through everything and even saw the future where the cat would snatch his little mantou, So I couldn't help but warn in advance.

The orange-haired boy standing next to Saitama glanced away from them, "Childish."

"It's Fatty."

The black-haired boy took out a bag of steamed buns and put them in Zhongyuan Zhongye's arms, and said briskly, "I did a favor for a gentleman, and I got a little reward. These are extra steamed buns he gave me."

He left Zhong Yuanzhong standing where he was, and ran to the fat cat by himself.

"The person who bought me the steamed buns is here." Edogawa Luanbu stared at Qiyu who was running over for a few seconds, then reached out to him, "Is the president asking you to help buy the steamed buns? Now You can give it to me."

"My, mine."

Edogawa Luanbu stretched out his hand and grabbed the short tail of the Sanhuamao, preventing him from passing.

"You disrespectful student!"

"You thought you were Teacher Cat, little cat."

Qiyu hugged the paper bag, a little hesitant, if he gave the little mantou to Fatta now, the young man who looked like a child next to him would probably be unhappy.One person and one cat refused to let anyone else stand in a stalemate.

Just as he was hesitating, Qiyu suddenly saw Fukuzawa Yukichi coming at some point, standing not far away, seeing him looking over, he nodded slightly.

Originally, the small steamed buns at Nanatsujiya were bought for Edogawa Ranpo to eat, and Qitama was asked to come out to help because he had already cleared the road from the clinic to this side, so it was completely safe.

"Each of you has a bag of steamed buns." Saitama hurriedly said.

Edogawa Ranpo ate the steamed buns contentedly, "Maneki-mao, you mistook the person, I'm not the person you're looking for."

The chubby fat cat didn't know if he was drunk or not. He squinted his eyes all the time and didn't look at Edogawa Ranpo at all.He ate the steamed bun contentedly, and muttered, "The voice is obviously the same."

Saitama finished her task, looked back at the Nanatsujiya store, and saw a figure flashing past behind the glass door, knowing that she had fulfilled the agreement, she couldn't help being happy, and walked there holding the paper bag without moving. Beside the orange-haired boy, he said happily, "I still have a little money, let's go shopping when there is a special price in the supermarket."

"I can afford you." The orange-haired boy followed Saitama with a paper bag in his arms.

This time he didn't walk alone on the rocks on the side of the road, he was very close to Saitama.

When Qiyu leaned over to eat the steamed buns, the shadows of the two teenagers partially overlapped.

I don't know whether they are the light being infected by the darkness, or the darkness is trying to abandon the darkness when it touches the light cautiously.

Qiyu ran over with a small steamed bun, put it in front of Sanhuamao, and specially used clean leaves to cushion it, "Little cat, here you are."

The boy left quickly, catching up with the orange-haired boy who was standing there waiting.

"Are you tired?" the orange-haired boy asked.

"No."

When he wasn't asked, he didn't feel tired, but when he was asked suddenly, he realized that he was sweating and a little short of breath.

"I'm sweating, I'll carry you back."

"I can do it."

"I'm very busy, I don't have time to walk slowly with you."

Before entering the door, he grabbed a handful of hair and lost three of them. Nakahara hadn't left yet, and Saitama looked normal, but now that he was alone, he couldn't help feeling depressed.

Hair loss is really scary.

"Rin Taro, Saitama gave me some steamed buns, when will you buy me a cake?" The blond young girl sat on a somewhat high bench, dangling her two thin legs.

Mori Ogai was contemplating, and immediately smiled when he heard this, "I'll buy it for you right away."

There was a strong smell of blood in the clinic. It wasn't like this when Qiyu came in the morning. It seemed that the smell of blood in the clinic became stronger when he went out and came back in his spare time.

But there are no patients in the clinic, and the room inside is still the same as when Saitama left.

I don't know what happened in the clinic after he left, but Mori Ogai and Alice were both intact, and so was Mr. Fukuzawa. Saitama felt that he knew enough to know this and could not continue to study further.

It is better to hurry up and study medical books and try to master them as soon as possible.

When night fell, the clinic finally came to the patient.

Saitama put away the medical books and followed Mori Ogai to observe.

"This is the damage caused by large-caliber bullets. You can't remove the skin around it. There are internal injuries inside. It needs to be surgically incised to completely remove the necrotic tissue inside..." Mori Ogai explained.

The tools used are very strange. Saitama has only seen them in medical books, so he can only look at them with his eyes and cannot help them.

Seeing the necrotic tissue being removed piece by piece and placed on the tray next to him, Qiyu thought of his own hair, which fell off, wondering if it was because the hair was dead.

"You should go." Mori Ogai said suddenly.

The operation has not been completed, and the patient lying on the operating table is unconscious.

"Today is over."

Qiyu went out with the medical book in his arms, and the orange-haired boy was already waiting.

The two teenagers drifted away, and behind them, the clinic was quickly surrounded, and soon there were muffled groans and the sound of falling to the ground.

"I've inquired. Large supermarkets have market days on Wednesdays." The voice of the orange-haired boy overwhelmed the faint voices that belonged to the darkness behind him, "There are a lot of specials, do you want to go?"