Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

"I bought some black sesame seeds." When Nakahara Chuya came to pick up Saitama from get off work, he had a small plastic bag in his hand.

"I heard that eating black sesame seeds can help grow hair."

"A lot of people say it works. I also found out that there are some shampoos containing black sesame ingredients, which are very popular."

Although the two of them were more certain about their cohabitation relationship, when Saitama was just taken in,

"In the evening, cook rice dumplings filled with black sesame seeds." Saitama quickly decided on dinner.

"By the way, Mr. Fang helped Dr. Guatai send a tube of ointment, saying that it is very effective in treating hair loss."

"Dr. Gua Tai's medical skills are very powerful, and he saved Mr. Fang's life."

"I feel like the ointment will definitely work this time!"

Dr. Guatai is a very powerful doctor. Although this is just the Sanwu ointment he formulated, it must have gone through a series of tests and trials before it is used. Therefore, Saitama is at least [-]% sure that this ointment can help him .

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked down at the black sesame seeds in his hand, and whispered, "Black sesame seeds are only useful according to hearsay."

"Ask about the taste of the ointment." Saitama took out the ointment, unscrewed the cap, and put it in front of the orange-haired boy's nose.

"I'm talking about black sesame."

Qiyu put her arms around his neck, "You ask me first, and then I tell you about black sesame."

An aggrieved face was reflected in the clear pupils of the ordinary boy.

"You'll know it when you smell it."

The orange-haired boy approached slightly, and finally smelled the particularly obvious ginger smell in the ointment,

The taste is very, very weird.

"There should be egg white in it, but it can't be smelled."

"Although Dr. Gua is powerful, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. He also made a good ointment after learning about the folk remedies we used."

Saitama put away the ointment.

"Without Zhongye, there would be no such powerful ointment."

Chuya Nakahara felt uncomfortable, walked a few steps quickly to catch up with Saitama in front, and explained in a low voice, "I told you black sesame to say that the folk remedies might not be effective, so you should be mentally prepared."

Although I was a little jealous of Dr. Guatai who was so powerful in Saitama's mind, but he was not a doctor, so he couldn't help in this regard, so he could only be jealous in his heart.

"I know."

"Zhong is not the kind of narrow-minded person."

Regarding the understanding of the cohabiting teenagers, Saitama thinks that he has almost 100% understanding.

"No, actually I am."

Sometimes thinking is really narrow-minded.

Nakajima? Janos? Dun, who was thrown far behind, looked listless, pulling his messy hair from time to time.

"The teacher suddenly put his arms around Chuya's neck, wondering if he was kissing."

"The teacher looks happy."

"I don't know if the teacher is so strong, whether it has something to do with Zhongye."

The teacher has a special relationship with Chuya Nakahara, which is different from other people.

The apprentice raised his face and wondered if he also needed a partner like Zhong Ye.

As early as a long time ago, when the supermarket held special promotions, the price of glutinous rice was the lowest in history, so Saitama bought some foresight and stocked them up.

"The black sesame should be roasted and crushed with a stone mortar." Qiyu instructed his disciples to help.

"What kind of wine do you need?" Nakahara Zhongya stood beside the spice rack and studied.

It seems that there are many kinds of wine used for cooking, and they all look exactly the same.

"Use rice wine."

"where?"

"I put it in the cabinet, you can't find it. Chuya, is the sheep okay now?"

There is real rice in the rice wine. Even if it is not used for cooking, it can be drunk with bare hands. There is a hint of wine in the sweetness.

"I don't drink, I want to see."

"Don't show it."

The cohabiting teenager with a super bad taste in alcohol has a very poor capacity for alcohol. He can only drink a little at a time, and if he drinks too much, he will be broken immediately.

Of course, Saitama had to take strict precautions, and even pushed the cohabiting boy out of the house before cooking, and then closed the door.

Being shut outside the door, Zhong Yuan stared at the door with staring eyes.

Nakahara Chuya turned around and decided to go to Mackerel to discuss the matter.

Glutinous rice flour is kneaded into a dough, and black sesame seeds rolled into balls are placed inside, wrapped evenly, and cooked in a pan.

"Baibai is soft, slippery and fragrant. I didn't expect it to be black inside."

"Wow, it's made from wine."

"A machine without emotion hides at home and cooks delicious dishes nei."

Because of discussing things, I followed the mackerel who came to the residence by the way, and while circling Saitama, I tried to taste a sesame stuffed glutinous rice ball.

The glutinous rice balls just out of the pot are floating in the small bowl, and the fragrance is very special.

"Mackerel, I didn't let you come to my house!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also regretted talking to Mackerel at the dinner point so much that he followed him after talking.

"Emotionless machine, are you going to drive me away?"

The beautiful mackerel looked at Saitama pitifully, and did not intend to pay attention to the owner of the house.

In fact, only Saitama has such good cooking skills. If Nakahara Chuya cooks, even though he knows that he is not a kitchen killer, everyone can still vividly remember the devastating scene of the last stove.

"There are also grilled fish and rice, which will be ready soon."

"The rice is a bit overcooked, and it happens that Mr. Dazai can help with it."

Therefore, Qi Yu did not intend to drive Dazai out.

So the mackerel was given a bowl of fermented glutinous rice balls in a grand manner, and he knelt down at the small dining table, and got a bowl of sticky rice, a delicious grilled fish, and a plate of seasonal vegetables.

Nakajima? Janos? Dun obediently sat in the corner and ate obediently.

The teacher has very good friends, to the extent that we can eat together.

I don't know if it has something to do with the strength of the teacher.

"Mackerel, you can leave after eating."

"Huh? Don't you want some fruit wine?"

"No, drink!"

"But I've found where you hid the cider!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also hurriedly put down his rice bowl, making sure that the fruit wine he hid was still there, he was greatly relieved.

"So it's hidden here."

Osamu Dazai came over.

"Mackerel!"

It was obviously just a very ordinary meal, but the two teenagers seemed to be jumping like chickens and dogs in a daze.

Nakajima? Genos? Dun, obediently imitating the teacher, ate calmly, then helped clear the table, washed up, got into the cabinet and lay down.

The bedding has been specially taken out to dry during the day, it is fluffy and soft, and it is full of the smell of sunshine.

The apprentice subconsciously pulled out a handful of hair, thinking that he would have to read a book tomorrow, his mind was in a mess.

"The ointment given by Dr. Gutai should be rubbed on the scalp. It would be more convenient to shave off the hair."

"No need to shave. I'll help you get it done slowly."

"Focus on the bald patch."

"know."

Zhongyuan Zhongye gently pierced the hair roots with his thin fingers, rubbed the ointment on his fingertips onto his scalp, and then massaged gently.

In the past few days, Saitama's hair has fallen out more than before, Nakahara Chu also sees it, and is very anxious.

The smell of the ointment is not particularly pleasant, there is no foam, it feels sticky, and it is not uncomfortable at all.

"how do you feel?"

"You massage me, I'm going to fall asleep, I don't feel anything else."

Although the ointment felt sticky to the touch, Saitama didn't actually feel anything else.

After the waiting time, Nakahara Chuya scooped up warm water to help Saitama rinse.

"Are you going to do some more sit-ups tonight?"

"kindness."

The sound outside gradually became quieter. Nakajima Janos Dun finally couldn't control his drowsiness and fell asleep.

Qiyu was lying on the bed, feeling a little sleepy, but still trying to stay awake, "My apprentice has been pulling his hair out recently, I want him to pay attention, he seems to be unable to control himself."

"If this continues and the frequency of hair pulling continues to increase, it will be a disease."

Even a very powerful person whose hair won't decrease will gradually become bald if he keeps pulling it like this every day.

Zhong Yuan also leaned on his arm and looked up at the ceiling.

"I think he's just stupid."

"It's not very smart. But the problem of plucking hair still needs to be solved..."

For some reason, Qiyu recalled the case he had read in medical books: it was said that small animals would have symptoms similar to humans, and they would gnaw on the same part of their body every day, not because of pain or itching, but because they wanted to gnaw. It's totally a psychological problem.

The apprentice is in good health, but pulling out his hair is also a psychological problem.

"Did he say why he plucked his hair?" Nakahara Chuya asked.

"I asked, and he said that studying is too difficult, and his mind feels messed up, and he can't help but want to pull his hair out."

The corners of the orange-haired boy's lips turned up slightly, "Still stupid."

Those complicated knowledge, even if he didn't read it carefully, he only needs to take a few glances to fully understand and remember it.

"Maybe I haven't figured it out yet."

The apprentice always likes to put his head on the desk limply, looking not very smart.

In the darkness, Qiyu sighed softly, "Chuya, help me find a way."

"I'll ask him tomorrow."

"it is good."

Just after dawn, Zhongyuan Zhong has already got up.

He opened the sliding door of the cabinet and dug out the little boy who was hiding under the blanket.

Exercising his supernatural ability, he lightly carried the little boy, and quietly opened the door to go out.

When he got outside, Zhongyuan Zhong also put the little boy in his hand on the ground.

The cold wind whizzed past, and Nakajima Janos Dun, who had escaped from the warm blanket, shivered and woke up instantly.

Under the dim light, the apprentice realized that he was outside. This startled him, and he quickly got up.

"What are you panicking about?"

"Chuya? Where is this? Why am I suddenly outside."

"Tsk, I brought you out."

Looking at the flustered little guy, Zhong Yuanzhong had no choice but to remind him and explain the matter before he asked more stupid questions.

"I brought you out because I have something to ask you."

"Let me ask you, why do you often pull your hair out these days?"

Nakajima Janos Dun, who was brought out for questioning, subconsciously grabbed his hair again and pulled out several strands.

It feels that the hair is obviously a little thinner, but fortunately, the hair is very thick, and the difference does not seem to be very big.

"Because of what? I, I... can I not say it. "

Oh, I dare not say.