Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

The method of sugar wine eggs is simple, the taste is special, and there is a hint of wine in the light sweetness.

While cooking, the orange-haired boy stood beside Saitama step by step, without saying a word, his eyes were lowered, and there was a well-hidden grievance in the blue pupils that were hidden from anyone to see.

The bright boy he likes has a third party and a fourth party by his side.

"Didn't the members accumulate things today?"

"No hurry." Zhong Yuan Zhong also turned his head to look at the mackerel, and he wanted to sneak into his house again!

"Then I'll cook some more curry, and you can give some to the members." Saitama thought for a while, and decided to specify a time difference for Nakahara Chuya to deliver food to the sheep members. When he comes back, Dazai and Oda should just eat After eating sugar, wine and eggs, he took advantage of the opportunity to let them leave, and he continued to eat with Zhongyuan Zhongye.

The plan went smoothly, and Chuya Nakahara was very kind to every member of the sheep organization. Saitama would only agree with him if he wanted to give the members something to eat, and he was no doubt there.

Dazai was also very cooperative and started eating without waiting for Nakahara Chuya to come back, but Oda asked for more spicy, and Saitama scooped up a large spoonful of chili, he tasted it, and added three spoonfuls of chili before he felt it was just right.

After eating, Saitama asked Dazai and Oda to leave.

Oda was still a little embarrassed.

"Let's go." Dazai walked a few steps first, and gave Oda a hand, "Machine without emotion, have a good night's sleep."

Qiyu's heart skipped a beat, feeling that his little thoughts had been seen through by the bandage man, and he tried to confirm again, only to find that the two had gone away.

Even if the ordinary boy wants to cover up some things, there will still be countless clues in the eyes of the genius boy.

"Chuya?" Saitama anxiously looked at the boy who finished his meal quickly and cherished the sugar, wine and eggs for last.

There seemed to be a flash of red light in the blue pupils of the orange-haired boy. He cleaned up the dishes and the house at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, and then quickly moved out of the bed and made it up. The young man put him under the blanket and wrapped him up carefully.

The long-suppressed obsession in his heart was infinitely magnified by the weak alcohol, making the orange-haired boy choose to hug the boy from the light without hesitation, for fear of being separated.

"I haven't done sit-ups yet." Saitama tried to struggle.

The orange-haired boy came over like a cat, and whispered vaguely, "Don't go, please."

Saitama's mind went blank and he forgot what happened next.

late at night.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly opened his eyes and got up, tiptoed out of the bed, and quietly opened the door to go out.

His birthday was too long, he spent a lot of time during the day, and stayed with Qiyu for dinner, so there must have been a lot of things accumulated in the sheep.

As a leader, how can you lose the chain!

The young man rushed out, dealt with the matter quickly, and once again let Leibo Street know the existence of the King of Sheep.

After working in the middle of the night, when the sky was getting dark, Zhongyuan Zhongye quietly opened the door and came back.

The sun is about to rise, and the sky is getting brighter every moment. Through the not-so-thick handmade curtains made of cheap supermarket fabrics, Nakahara can clearly see that there is something special on the pillow that Saitama is resting on. Visible hair.

"!" Another hair fell out.

The orange-haired boy scratched his hair vigorously, but he didn't lose any of it for a long time.

If the last discovery was just accidental, then this time it was inevitable.

Big problem!

Zhong Yuanzhong also held his breath, lay down carefully beside the pillow, pinched away the hair he saw bit by bit, hugged it with a tissue, and carefully put it away.

From now on, take a step back in everything, first find out the cause of Saitama's hair loss, and then treat it well!

The boy silently made a decision in his heart.

The sun had completely risen, and even the deepest part of Leibo Street finally had light. At the same time, Saitama who was lying down opened his eyes on time.

"Chung Ye?"

"It's okay." The handsome boy backed away quickly, almost jumping up.

Qiyu rubbed his eyes, and grabbed his hair as usual, there were a few hairs that fell out between his fingers, one more than yesterday.

He sighed softly, and he was already prepared for continuous hair loss. Counting from the start of exercising, his hair will fall off completely, become stronger, bald, and more Ordinarily, the distance from the handsome boy will become farther and farther away, like a moat from heaven.

"You found out." Nakahara Nakata observed his words, and soon realized that Saitama actually knew that he had lost his hair again.

The boy with thick hair now said 'hmm' in a low voice, "I know."

As long as you exercise your body and make yourself stronger, some changes in the body will make the hair go away from you.

But this is something that has been known for a long time, and Saitama has already accepted it.

It's just that he accepted it calmly, but in the eyes of the orange-haired boy, he felt as if his heart was being squeezed hard by a hand, and blood mixed with sourness and pain spurted out, hitting his limbs and bones, making him uncomfortable. It's amazing.

"I'll help you." Zhong Yuan's voice was a little dry.

Such words are a bit pale, far less powerful than actual actions.

"En." Saitama happily accepted it. Even though it was his destiny, it felt completely different to fight alone and stand beside someone.

Seeing that the orange-haired boy was still a little frustrated, Saitama comforted him in turn, "My hair is still very thick, and normal people lose a small amount of hair every day. I should be within the normal range now. Only you Such a powerful and beautiful boy will not lose his hair..."

In fact, Nakahara also observed Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke, and they didn't seem to lose their hair either.

But even so, the orange-haired boy was comforted, "I will think of a solution as soon as possible. Leibo Street, Yokohama, and even this entire continent, as long as I can go and meet people, I will go to inquire."

The strength of the King of Sheep is not just talking, he always does what he says.

Now it was Qiyu's turn to be nervous, he quickly reminded in a low voice, "Don't forget, this is a secret between us. I don't want people to know that I'm losing hair..."

"I will pay attention!" Zhong Yuan Zhong also vowed.

A boy who is only 14 years old, his body is still growing, his hair should be getting thicker and thicker, but losing his hair now is really more serious than life.

Saitama came to the clinic as usual and did her daily routine.Nakahara Chuya had already left with a dignified expression, and the young man urgently realized how urgent it is to help Saitama with his hair loss.

During the daytime, Yokohama is still maintaining light and order, but the clinics open in the dark are still unable to wait for patients to come to the door.

Zhongyuanzhong is not there, and Saitama will not approach the door easily, in case there is a danger that he cannot deal with.

"I haven't started exercising today." Saitama read the medical books for a while, guessing that breakfast was almost digested, put away the medical books, and came to the center of the clinic, on a large empty floor.

Squats are the simplest and easiest to operate, so Saitama chose this first.

Zhong also needs help for sit-ups. He can't do it by himself, but he can do push-ups alone.

Saitama slowly got down on the ground, supported the floor with both hands, and raised his feet at the same time, almost all the muscles in his body were tense.

Get down, get up.

get down...

The body is clamoring for insufficient strength, excessive muscle force, muscle fibers are pulled and broken, and the faint soreness reminds Saitama: tired, just in an instant.

But, stick to it.

Gritting his teeth and persisting, Qiyu looked down at the strands of hair in front of him, with a straight face, took a tissue to clean up, and threw it into the trash can.

Continue to read medical books, and try to find the cause and solution as soon as possible.

'boom'!

"Boy, take some money to spend with your brothers." The idle gangster stood at the door of the clinic, and when he found that there was only an ordinary boy in the clinic, his arrogance suddenly rose and became even more arrogant.

The seemingly ordinary boy could be poked down with a single thin finger. For a gangster who was used to robbery, he was the perfect target for bullying.

"I seem to have seen you before," Saitama said.

In my memory, I seem to have encountered gangsters, but I can't remember how old I was at that time, and where I was.

I only remember that the gangster was very cruel, easily defeated him, and robbed him of all the money.

Now the clinic account is made by Saitama himself, there is a lot of cash, and the extra money given by the boy with white hair and gray striped clothes last time, these add up to not a small amount.Moreover, the instruments in the clinic are very precious, and there is also a microwave oven bought by Zhongyuan Zhongye.

The self in memory lost, and failed miserably.

"Huh?" The gangster watched Qiyu stand up, looked at the small man with contempt, and simply walked in, "Take the money, or I will beat you up, and you have to take the money. Maybe, your life will be dead Well, survival is what matters."

It was Saitama's fist that responded to the bastard.

The young man who had just started exercising for a short time swung his fist limply, with little force and speed, but...hit the unsuspecting gangster accurately.

The bastard was slapped on the cheek, he was angry, and he pounced on him like a vicious dog.

Saitama stepped back, and in order to protect the machine behind him, he raised his arm to block the hooligan's kick.

'boom'!

The boy who had only become a little bit stronger was kicked, and he flew up.