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"boom!"

The door opened suddenly, and a ray of light flew in, picked up Saitama who was standing in front of the hospital bed, bent over, and moved slightly to the diagonal corner of the room farthest from the hospital bed.

"Sen! Sir! Sir!" The floor under Zhongya Nakahara's feet instantly shattered into small pieces and sank downward.

Now the boy regrets so much why he agreed to Saitama to stay in the clinic to study medicine, and why Mori Ogai, who didn't warn him, was even more savage, so as to save him from such... such mouth-to-mouth things happening!

Fortunately, when he saw Mori Ogai brought a person back to the clinic, because he didn't know if this person was safe, he wanted to come in and take a closer look.

There is no mouth-to-mouth treatment!

Although he has never studied, he has seen countless patients see a doctor. Only, only when the two of them are alone in a small room, will they blush...

The boy who is only 14 years old and will soon be 15 years old has been exposed to things that adults only know early because he lives in the dark, and he has been forced to see it many times unintentionally.

"I'm helping him with first aid." Saitama explained in a low voice, "According to the procedures in the book, if the unconscious person is not breathing, artificial respiration must be performed, so that there is a high probability that he can be rescued. Mr. Mori has also treated such patients Patient, but he let the patient's companion do it."

Therefore, some strong men who have lost their breath will always be grateful to the doctor and the companion who sent them in time when they are rescued by the doctor, and feel that the companion has a strange expression. explain the matter.

And the dying boy brought back by Mori Ogai has no companions.

Zhong Yuan was also stunned, "Does it really exist in the book?"

"Yes." Saitama opened the book for Nakahara Chuya to read, and there were concise and clear pictures on it, and it was indeed lip-to-mouth.

"A doctor is a healing machine without emotion."

I don't know why, when I was reading the book, Qiyu felt that this sentence was very correct, that's what a doctor should be like, and he was studying medicine and planning to become a doctor in the future, so he was mentally prepared for this kind of thing early.

Even when facing the motionless brown-haired boy lying on the hospital bed, he did the same.

But facing Nakahara Chuya who suddenly appeared and questioned Mori Ogai, Saitama suddenly became guilty.

I don't know why.

"He's awake." Zhong Yuan also felt a little irritable in his heart, and wanted Qi Yu to leave here, but when he saw the medical book in his arms, he quickly dismissed the idea, and finally turned his emotions towards the brown-haired boy who was still lying still Outburst, "Hey, mackerel, don't play dead, get up."

"Yeah." The boy's chest suddenly began to heave obviously, and he came to life completely, "I am a robot without emotion."

The tail has a weird uptick.

Nakahara didn't want to bother with the mackerel, he told Saitama very seriously, "Next time, don't use artificial respiration to save people easily, especially that mackerel!"

The mackerel got up very interested, "Short, how do you know there will be a next time?"

"Everyone can't do it." Zhong Yuanzhong was also very serious.

"But..." Qiyu lowered his head to read medical books, which is a necessary process for him to learn medicine.

"If you have to do that, I must be there." Zhong Yuanzhong also made a somewhat unreasonable request, but he quickly added, "As long as you shout, I will come here soon, and there will be no delay in saving people."

In this case, it will not have any effect, Saitama nodded.

The members of the Sheep Organization were in trouble almost all the time, and Nakahara didn't have too much free time. After Saitama repeatedly promised to agree to the agreement, he warned the brown-haired boy severely, and then left in a hurry.

Come fast, go fast.

Qiyu breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and asked the brown-haired boy, "What's your name?"

"you guess."

"I can't guess it." Saitama was a little confused. He was really ordinary and not smart at all. Maybe the brown-haired boy in front of him was a famous person in Yokohama, but he really couldn't guess it, because he was not smart enough.

The boy's brows were curved, he got up and sat on the hospital bed, with large bandages on his body exposed, looking curiously at the ordinary, ordinary Saitama who couldn't be more ordinary, and suddenly felt like he was bullying others.

Obviously he was almost taken advantage of.

"Why are you suddenly unconscious?"

"Isn't the refreshing, clear and energetic suicide interesting and great?" The brown-haired boy spread his hands, revealing more of the bandages wrapped around his body.

Saitama shook his head lightly, he couldn't understand such a weird ideal with his IQ, but he felt that it seemed inexplicably suitable for the brown-haired boy, and it would be very inconsistent for anyone to say such a thing.

He decided to proceed to the next step, making an emotionless machine, "Recently, you'd better stay in bed, don't eat stimulating food, eat something light."

Looking at the bandages on the boy's body, Qiyu thought for a while and said, "If you have a wound on your body, you need to take care of it. Mr. Mori has a very good ointment here, let me get some for you."

Without considering whether the brown-haired boy could afford the consultation fee, because he was brought back by Mori Ogai, Saitama quickly went to get the ointment and put it in the boy's palm.

"Wow!" The boy looked at Saitama in surprise. He finally confirmed the identity of this little doctor. It turned out that he was really ordinary, and all the temperament on his body did not match the dark side of Yokohama.

He is from the light.

"Osamu Dazai." Mori Ogai gently reminded.The doctor, who had been standing by and watching, finally remembered that the King of Sheep warned him again and again, and even when he appeared suddenly this time, there was deep regret in his eyes, probably because he felt that he was not enough to kill the wolf and warned the doctor enough to protect him. Saitama's level is not enough.

"Saitama." Osamu Dazai understood Mori Ogai's reminder in an instant, but he was very interested in the bright boy who appeared in the dark clinic, so he leaned over to circle the boy.

Mori Ogai usually eats out, this time he brought back a cake and gave it to Saitama.

Just when it was time for dinner, Qiyu took out the lunch box and prepared to eat.

As soon as the bento box was opened, the fish fillets exuding a strong fragrance were taken away by two thin fingers, and it went into the belly with a sound of 'ahhh'.

"I haven't had lunch yet, I'm so hungry. I don't know if it would be great to die like this..." Osamu Dazai suddenly felt that this idea was very good, and it felt like the best aesthetic he could come up with in this hour today.

The cake has matching tableware, which can also be used for eating.

Meticulously cooked food, even with the most common ingredients, even if it is not hot, still exudes an unparalleled fragrance.

"Delicious." Osamu Dazai said while holding the bento box.

The taste of bento made by hand is always different.

Seeing the suspected suicidal boy give up the frightening idea of ​​starving himself to death, Saitama breathed a sigh of relief.

Osamu Dazai really did what Saitama thought and stayed.

When Qiyu was reading the medical book quietly, Osamu Dazai was also reading a book. The light in the clinic was too dark, and the distance between the two of them was relatively far. Qiyu didn't see the cover of the book in his hand clearly, so he didn't know what it was This book is "Complete Sex".

Day fades away, dusk falls.

The clinic didn't come to patients as usual, so Qiyu was able to leave a little earlier.

Not surprisingly, as soon as he opened the door to go out, Zhong Yuanzhong was already waiting by the side of the road.

Saitama quickened his pace and walked over, looking back at the clinic.

"Let's go." Zhongyuan Zhong also jumped to the low wall next to him and walked lightly.

"Mr. Mori seems to be busy." Saitama said.

I often said something to Osamu Dazai that only the two of them could understand, and the clinic was abnormally quiet, as if forgotten by the people who were burned and injured in the dark.No, there is another possibility that for some reason the injured person is afraid to come to the clinic again.

"None of them are good people." Nakahara Chuya said, "Just study medicine hard, and don't worry about anything else."

"Chuya, have you heard anything?" Saitama noticed a subtle change in Chuya's attitude, and seemed to be a little more disgusted with the clinic.

The boy stood on the low wall, looking down at Saitama, "The two of them are wooing people from the Mafia. You just need to study medicine, and don't get in touch with mackerel."

He emphasized again.

Mackerel seemed to have suddenly appeared in Yokohama, but some of his connections with the Mafia could not escape the eyes of the King of Sheep, especially after seeing him at the clinic during the day, the King of Sheep checked a lot of news.

The port mafia is completely dark, and is even trying to infect the light. In addition, the leader is seriously ill, and the fear of dying makes the leader continue to issue many crazy orders, causing chaos within the organization, and even chaos in the entire Yokohama.

It is viscous, it will pull people into darkness, and it is an extremely disgusting existence.

Nakahara didn't want Saitama to be involved either.

"Okay." Qiyu agreed briskly, "Is it okay to have a small hot pot at night? The leftover ingredients at home can be completely disposed of. By the way, I have already started trying to help treat patients, and Mr. Mori said he would prescribe one for me." salary."

With wages, future life can be carefully planned.

Zhongyuan Zhong also made a little money, "I bought fruit wine, and it's still on sale today."

The market day in the supermarket is over, but the fruit wine is still on sale, and Zhong Yuan couldn't help but buy a can when he saw it.

"..." Qiyu suddenly remembered that he lost his memory that night, and his body refused to recall afterwards, "Eating small hot pot is not suitable for drinking fruit wine, save it for next time, okay?"

"Okay, I'll store it for now."

Saitama breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, but still refused to recall what happened that night.

The shadows of the two teenagers overlapped and moved away in an instant, and the standing clinic was completely plunged into darkness.

"Osamu Dazai, I need your help." Mori Ogai was in the darkness, only the scalpel on his fingertips gleamed coldly.