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In the darkness, Nakahara was also pressing Saitama's feet in the same posture as in the morning.

Saitama was lying flat, with his hands behind his neck, exerting himself, trying to get up with his own strength.

"Um...ah..."

Too much force, making a sound unconsciously.

"Strong."

Zhongyuan Zhong also helped cheer.

"Um……"

"what……"

"Strength."

"Try harder."

"Oh hoo."

Because it is really dark, and it is the darkness where all things are dormant, and no one in the dark dares to disturb the place where the king of sheep on Leibo Street lives, so the outside of the house is extraordinarily quiet, and the people in the house dare not make too much noise. sound.

The voice was very small, and deliberately suppressed.

"I'm going to stick to it."

Nakahara also fumbled to lift off the quilt, stretched out his hand and grabbed Saitama's wrist, let him escape the control of the earth's gravity in an instant, and returned to the bed, "Go to sleep." All limbs and bones felt very tired, and the body that deliberately did not exercise had already begun to relax. After being tested, Saitama felt that his mind was a little dull and he couldn't think about many things. He obediently said 'um' and fell into a dark dream instantly.Waking up the next morning, Saitama found that the pillow she was sleeping on had been replaced by Chuya Nakahara's coat.

Nakahara Nakaya usually slept with Saitama's clothes on his pillow, and his own clothes were often thrown aside. Anyway, he would get up before dawn to deal with the affairs of the sheep organization.

"Where's the pillow?" Saitama got up and made the bed, but couldn't find any pillows on either side.

He didn't think much, and prepared breakfast as usual.

Outside the small room, the orange-haired boy stood motionless, listening carefully to the movement in the room.

When the unique aroma of breakfast wafted out, he took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and opened the door as usual to come back.

"Chuya, did you see the pillow?" Saitama put the prepared breakfast on the table.

The young man who had been hiding outside the house for a long time and struggled for a long time glanced at Saitama's hair without any trace, stepped forward and sat down on his knees, folded his hands in front of his breakfast, closed his eyes and recited silently.

There is a ritual before every meal, almost every household has it, and Zhong Yuanzhong also likes it very much.

"I'll take it to wash." Nakahara Chuya picked up the miso soup and took a quick gulp. He was a little burned, and he kept breathing out with his tongue out.

"Drink some warm water." Saitama poured warm water quickly and handed it over. "The miso soup has just been boiled, and it's still a little hot. Drink it slowly."

Zhongyuan Zhong also drank warm water in big gulps, and was busy eating grilled fish.

After finishing breakfast quickly, he choked once in the middle, and the orange-haired boy couldn't hide his guilty conscience.

"Eat breakfast carefully and slowly." Qiyu ate slowly, "The plan of the day lies in the morning, and the breakfast must be comfortable, so that the whole day will have an excellent omen."

According to the book, breakfast also has the profound meaning of waking up the body that has been sleeping all day, so it is very important.

After breakfast, Zhong Yuanzhong also helped clean up the dishes, and even wiped the floor with a mop.

Before going out, Saitama once again took out a [-]-yen bill and handed it to Nakahara Chuya, and said abruptly, "Here."

"I still have money." Zhong Yuan also retreated.

"It costs a bucket of money to wash the pillows." Saitama was a little helpless, "It's not time to wash the pillows, and just wash the pillow skins."

The ordinary-looking teenager's voice suddenly dropped, barely audible, "I know why you wash the pillow, it's because there are a lot of my hair on it, right?"

"No." Zhong Yuanzhong also hastily denied.

And it is.

When it was daylight, the orange-haired boy got up as usual and was about to go out to deal with things. He happened to see Saitama lying on his side, with only a small half of the pillow on his head, while the other half of the pillow had some particularly obvious hair falling out.

"!" The orange-haired boy subconsciously grabbed his hair and didn't lose any of it.

He quickly took off his coat and folded it, replaced the pillow that Saitama was resting on, and took it out to find a laundromat for cleaning.

Even washing a pillow requires a whole barrel of money, so the money that Zhongyuan Zhongye only got was quickly spent again.

"I know." The tone of the ordinary boy could not hear the emotion, "This is something I must go through. I will put a plastic bag on my head in the future, so that the pillow will not be dirty."

"No." Zhongyuan Zhong was also anxious, "It's not because of the pillow. I don't want you to know about this matter. I want to investigate it first and find out the reason. You are also a member of the sheep. As the leader, I should help you deal with it." this matter."

Speaking of the latter part, the orange-haired boy's tone was filled with unconcealable frustration, and he revealed his truth before he even started the investigation.

"I also want to solve this matter." Knowing that Nakahara also wanted to help himself, Saitama raised his tone, "We can solve this matter together, you don't need to hide it from me, maybe we can solve it together."

"I will do my best." The orange-haired boy hastily promised.

"Okay." Saitama said happily, "I have a helper."

However, this is only a personal problem, and it is more sensitive, so the two teenagers made an agreement to find a solution secretly for the time being, and not tell the third person.

This is a little secret between the two of them.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had something in his heart, so he left quickly without staying at the clinic.

Qiyu cleaned the floor as usual, checked the medicines and machines on the shelves, and then went to the corner to read medical books quietly.

"Beep beep".

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." Saitama said loudly.

There is only one person in the clinic, so he will not rush to approach the door that may be dangerous, but he will not turn away visitors.

The door opened slowly, and Qiyu looked over, and there was a tall, thin young man standing outside, about 19 or 20 years old, he hadn't fully possessed the maturity of an adult yet.

"Injured? Come in quickly." Saitama turned around and went inside to get disinfectant, gauze and other tools for treating the wound.

The young man opened the door and came in. Under Qiyu's gesture, he went into the inner room and sat down, "How do you know I'm injured?"

"I can tell." Saitama said, "Although I am a novice now, I am a doctor."

And it's Mori Ogai's skill.

No matter what Mori Ogai's identity was and what he is now, his medical skills are unquestionable. After teaching Saitama without reservation, Saitama represents Mori Ogai's medical skills in a sense .

"I'm going to cut off some of the broken tissue, so bear with the pain." Saitama said, and the movements of his hands have been carried out quickly, "Stitches are still needed, and after the bandage is done, don't get wet for a week , it’s best to rest in bed and not to be tired. Are you still smoking? You can’t smoke while recuperating.”

After a few words, the movements of his hands stopped.

The wound is quickly cleaned, stitched, bandaged, and finally bandaged, it's over.

It only took a few minutes in total.

"Let me calculate the medical expenses. Is there enough money? I can lend it to you if it is not enough, but I need an IOU. What is your name?" Qiyu ran to settle the accounts and made a bill by the way.

Unlike when he was dealing with a young boy, facing an adult youth, Saitama believes that he has the ability to pay for medical expenses, and even if he needs to borrow money temporarily, he will definitely be able to return it in the future.The little boy from the slums was different, it probably took him a long time to save enough money, and Saitama felt that he didn't have to ask him to pay back the money.

"Oda Sakunosuke." Oda looked at the ordinary-looking, ordinary everywhere, only the young man with extraordinary medical skills quickly processed the bill, and said softly, "You are not like the leader at all, and you are not like the leader's apprentice at all."

Instead, he told him that the bandage spirit who came to the clinic to treat the wound was very similar to the leader, and they were like real masters and apprentices.

"The leader?" Saitama still didn't know that Ogai Mori had become the leader of the port mafia. Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai knew about it, but they chose not to tell him.

"Don't you know?" Oda was stunned for a moment, looked at Qitama's slightly puzzled eyes, reacted quickly, and immediately patted his forehead in annoyance.

Osamu Dazai asked him to come to the clinic, probably just to let him deal with the wound, and didn't want him to talk too much.

The young man guarding the clinic didn't know that Mori Ogai was already in office, he simply inherited the black doctor's medical skills, and didn't inherit that part of the black doctor.

Although he stayed in the clinic and was in the dark, he himself belonged to the light, was kind, was not stained with blood, and was the most special existence.

"Forget what I just said." Oda tried to make amends, "Your medical skills are very good, and I feel that the wound doesn't hurt too much."

"Mr. Mori has become the leader, no wonder I haven't seen him these days." Qiyu already understood.

When Mori Ogai was still in the clinic, during the daytime in Yokohama, the mafia in the dark could be seen everywhere. Saitama had known about this for a long time, and since Mori Ogai had no time to return to the clinic, those mafia members It rarely appears during the day, and even if it does appear, it will not cause a great conflict.

If Mori Ogai is the leader, it can only be the leader of the mafia. His ability is enough to make him worthy of such an identity.

"I said the wrong thing." Oda was even more annoyed.

He himself is already in the dark, and it is rare to see a boy from the light. He should not expose Mori Ogai's identity.At this time, he also somewhat understood Osamu Dazai's intentions: that young man who had demonstrated his excellent talent in the organization and gained considerable power, the intention of asking him to come to the clinic was not only for him to treat the wound, but also for him to take a look bright.

It's just that he did see the light, but pierced through the darkness, letting the overwhelming darkness invade the past, trying to contaminate the light.

"Are you a Mafia member?" Saitama asked.

If it weren't for the mafia members, the tone of Mori Ogai and himself would not be like that.

"Yes." Oda was even more annoyed, and he even revealed his identity.