Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

In the end, the disposal of Uchiha Itachi was to temporarily put it aside in the clinic, and everyone waited for Saitama to wake up.

Zhong Yuan also closed the thick medical book with a snap, "Shall we make a wig together?"

Everyone:

soon.

Everyone: use our hair.

There are very sharp scissors and various scalpels in the clinic.

The Central Plains also took out these tools,

"My hair is a bit curly, should I straighten it?" Osamu Dazai said while pinching his hair.

The mackerel is a natural curl, and no one would pay attention to it at ordinary times, but it suddenly looks abrupt at this time.

But this is not a problem for geniuses, they not only quickly learned to straighten, but also quickly learned to dye.

"Yeah, let the mafioso donate some hair too."

Osamu Dazai happily made a decision.

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at Qitama who was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and his face showed unbearable.

Compared with the armed detective agency with relatively lean staff, there are more mafia members, so everyone can't contribute their hair, and they have to be screened. Not everyone has the opportunity.

"At least the hair has to be in good volume, long enough and smooth, and it must be washed frequently for hygiene. The hair must also be healthy and free of problems."

Among the remaining people, continue to select the batch with the best hair quality and ask them to contribute their hair.

"What a poor child." Koyo Ozaki sighed softly.

"How did you encounter such a disease?"

There are many members of the Mafia, and there are people of all shapes and sizes, but even those who are injured due to shopping will not lose their hair.

The older boys are at the time when their hair grows extremely fast, and their hair is thick and fluffy.

Koye Ozaki contributed almost the most hair, and the total amount of hair contributed by her troops was also particularly large.

The geniuses gathered in a small clinic and quickly found all kinds of tools to make wigs.

Saitama realized something had happened when she just woke up.

Counting carefully, he has been in Yokohama for more than a year, and it has been a year since he started exercising.

Although he has always paid attention to hair care, and even adjusted the intensity of exercise, from weak to strong, these are not factors that directly affect his hair.

The real reason why he lost a piece of hair: he mobilized all the strength in his body and went all out as he remembered.

Because the existence of hair does not make him stronger, and in his own strength, hair is dispensable, so subconsciously, he gave up his hair.

When facing the powerful Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke, Saitama realized that he had to do his best to protect the clinic behind him.

At that time, he had no other choice.

This may be the fate that weighed on him: even if he tried his best to avoid it, even if there were friends around him who could find various remedies, even if the monsters that appeared frequently in his memory did not appear so frequently, he There are still things that must be fought and must be won.

Therefore, fate is inevitable after all.

He should be unavoidably bald.

Hey, especially when he wasn't bald when he lived alone, he still knows so many good-looking geniuses.

Saitama pulled the quilt over her body and covered herself completely.

He concealed his ears and called the cohabiting teenager, "Zhongye, close the door, I want to see you alone."

In fact, everyone must have known it already.

But Saitama still didn't want to face them directly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also closed the door gently, walked to the hospital bed, and comforted softly, "Don't worry."

"Did they all know?" Saitama huddled under the quilt, and his voice came out muffled.

"kindness."

"Well, Chuya, am I ugly now?"

"You protected the clinic and everyone around here. Everyone is very grateful to you." Nakahara said.

Many people living around the clinic can't see the light, and some even live together like mice, so there are more people living around the clinic than imagined, and when facing danger , none of them had time to escape.

It was Saitama who saved them.

"It's because they are too dangerous. I didn't think about it that much at the time. I thought that if I let them continue, the whole clinic would be flattened."

The clinic has always been run by Saitama. He thinks it is very good here and doesn't want any accidents in the clinic.

"But you still saved them, that's a fact."

"Saitama, don't be stuck in it all the time, you won't be able to breathe."

Zhong Yuanzhong also moved the bench and sat in front of the hospital bed, and picked up the medical book again.

"I'm getting uglier."

"will not."

"Although I don't look so good-looking, I also care about my appearance! Especially since you are all so good, I pay more attention to this."

Saitama's voice, who was hiding under the blanket, even brought a crying tone.

If he is just the self in his memory, rushing to the supermarket to buy special products every day, occasionally encountering difficult monsters, and has to go all out to defeat the monsters, or occasionally just because of interest, and wants to be a hero, then that's totally fine Very calm in and out of various occasions.

Moreover, among the monsters and heroes in his memory, few were handsome.

There is no such beautiful boy as Zhongya Nakahara.

Among people with strange shapes, Saitama would not look so ugly, and even a little bit handsome, but among geniuses with super good looks, his appearance instantly fell into the mud.

"Saitama." Chuya Nakahara put down the medical book he had been holding upside down, feeling at a loss for what to do.

In normal times, Qiyu would often take out a small mirror half the size of a palm to look at his face.

Although both of them have small mirrors, Saitama obviously uses them more frequently.

"Saiyu."

"Saiyu."

"We have made wigs for you."

After hesitating for a long time, Nakahara finally mentioned the wig.

A lump bulged in the middle of the bedding on the hospital bed, and Saitama, who was hiding inside, remained motionless.

"And, the hair will grow back in the future."

When he said this, Zhong Yuanzhong was also full of confidence, without the slightest hesitation.

Although he knew that his little friend had been suffering from hair loss all the time, and there was no new hair growing on that bald area, Zhong Yuan still firmly believed that this matter could be resolved!

As a genius in Yokohama, he finds it very easy to save the world by himself, let alone just the problem of hair loss.

Could the problem of hair loss be harder than saving the world?

Will not.

The confident voice of the little friend finally comforted Saitama, he gently pulled the quilt away and poked his head out.

After seeing Nakahara Chuya's appearance clearly, Saitama was stunned.

"Chuya, why is your hair so messy?"

The orange hair, which is always very fluffy on weekdays, is now like a dog chewing on it. Some places stick to the scalp and fall off, some places are half-length and not short, and some places are uneven, ups and downs, and messy. On the top of the head.

This is the first time Saitama has seen Nakahara Chuya like this.

"I want to contribute a little more hair." Zhongyuan Zhong also touched his head, "I cut it myself, it's a bit messy, and there is no trick at all."

It's not just chaos, if it wasn't for Chuya Nakahara's pretty face, Saitama would almost have mistaken him.

"Actually, you don't need to make a wig for me, I'm like this..."

Originally it was fate.

Saitama simply sat up and stretched out his hand to his little friend.

Nakahara Nakaya sat down quickly and let Saitama stroke his tousled hair.

The orange hair, which looks completely outrageous, also feels different to the touch. If you don't look at Nakahara Nakaya's face, but just look at the back of the head, it's really ugly.

"Others will laugh at you when they see you like this, put on your hat quickly."

"It's okay." Zhongyuan Zhong didn't care about his appearance, but he was obedient and put on his hat.

Still so pleasing to the eye.

"Shall I get you some wigs to try?" Nakahara Nakaya whispered.

"Even if you don't need a wig, you can try it."

"They're all beautiful."

It is a genius-like work of art created by geniuses with the level of genius in a very short period of time.

Everyone even took into account that Saitama does not have many distinctive appearances, and specially modified a lot of hairstyles.

"If you don't want to, I'll drive them away now." Zhong Yuan Zhong also said hastily.

Everyone outside is not as important as Saitama alone.

Nakahara looked at Saitama a little nervously.

The current little friend looks bald, and sometimes when he is alone, he looks like a completely different person. His eyes are no longer filled with his own figure all the time, but gradually become empty. Nothing.

This made Zhongyuan Zhong also feel that he was going to lose Saitama, and he was a little scared.

Fortunately, when the little friend looked over, the figure of Nakahara Chuya appeared again in his pupils, and his eyes quickly became bright again.

"Chuya, I think I need a wig." Saitama said softly.

He found that he was really different from Saitama in his memory. He couldn't face his bald head calmly, let alone face the geniuses outside with such an image.

Especially, he suddenly became like this.

To be able to face the Central Plains Chuya alone, I have mustered all the courage.

"I'll get it for you." Zhong Yuanzhong also jumped up quickly.

And the moment the door opened, Saitama had already hid under the blanket again, covering himself completely, preventing people outside from seeing his appearance clearly.

In fact, the geniuses outside did not try to find out what Saitama looked like in the house.

Everyone was very considerate and busy with their own affairs, even Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was the most idle, just sat upright without looking sideways.

"I'll take all the wigs I've finished." Zhongya Nakahara whispered.

Osamu Dazai leaned over, "What happened to the machine without emotion?"

Although he didn't run over to eavesdrop on what was going on inside, the mackerel was still worried.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head, and his voice was even lower, "The condition is very bad. It seems that we put too much pressure on him."

Even if he doesn't care about himself, he can't help caring about his friends.