Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

"What are you after? I know what problem you want to solve. A machine without emotion, I am confronting you, can you let go..." Osamu Dazai couldn't escape, and the little doctor, who was becoming more and more skilled, pressed the button Anywhere on his body made him lose all strength and could only fight back with his mouth.

"I am a doctor, you are a patient, now you have to listen to me."

Saitama hooked the bandaged man's chin with his fingers, and gently observed his scarred neck.

He was so good at almost everything that he never exercised.

His body, which had been covered with bandages for many years, was pale and slender, and a little weak.

It never occurred to him that an ordinary teenager could completely control him.

"Ah, a machine without emotion, just control me like this, let us die for love together." Most of the bandage spirit's body was replaced with brand new bandages, and he seemed to have put on an invincible armor and regained his vitality.

"If it's Chuya, I can't control him even if I try my best."

The King of Sheep, who grew up on Radium Bowl Street since he was a child, is a veritable physical master. Even if he doesn't use supernatural powers, he can still abuse many powerful adults.

"The dwarf is not human." Dazai said suddenly.

"Chuya's strength is indeed very strong, very inhuman." Saitama took away the old bandage and put it in a special medical waste recycling device. When he turned around and saw Dazai looking at him seriously, Saitama suddenly understood, "Are you explain……"

"The mafia is not at peace recently, and the little man seems to be involved." Dazai stood up, "Mr. Mori said that you'd better not come to the clinic during this time, a machine without emotions."

The clinic can be temporarily closed. Anyway, since Mori Ogai became the leader of the mafia, the business here has plummeted. It is only after Saitama's medical skills gradually become available that he will occasionally receive some patients.

"Thank you." Saitama suddenly realized that Dazai didn't come to chat, he came here specially to inform the news.

How about the mafia, it's far away from Saitama, and he doesn't plan to get involved, but Chuya Nakahara...

Yokohama has only been stable for a long time, and then there is chaos again.

Qiyu knew that he was not strong enough to go anywhere in Yokohama at will, so he could only stay in the clinic, insist on doing 20 squats, 20 push-ups, and read medical books for a while.

At lunch time, take out the bento prepared in the morning and put it in the microwave.

When working with the microwave oven for a long time, the sound is a little bit loud.

Saitama squatted in front of the microwave oven, watched the signal light go off, the microwave oven made a 'ding' sound, reached out to open the lid, and took out the lunch box.

Usually Zhongyuan Zhong would come to have lunch with him, even if he didn't come, he would come to the clinic a little earlier to tell him if he was free.

Today, there are no notifications.The triangular rice balls are wrapped with delicious caviar. The rice is neither hard nor soft.

Qiyu finished eating the rice balls with a blank expression, cleaned the lunch box and put it away before continuing to read medical books.

I have read all the medical books Nakahara Chuya gave me back then, and Saitama bought some new ones a while ago, as well as some foreign languages, which I need to read slowly.

As he read more and more medical books and learned more and more medical knowledge, coupled with the occasional guidance from Mori Ogai, Saitama felt more and more that he chose to study medicine at the beginning. This is probably the only one. The way to fully understand your own body.

Many contents in the medical book made Qiyu feel mysterious and fascinated. Usually, once he opened the medical book, he would keep reading it if there was no external force to interrupt him.

It's just that I can't stand it today.

The black and white words that I used to be able to immerse in can't be reflected in my mind at all. Instead, they gradually separate from the paper, and they are quickly combined in front of my eyes, turning into a beautiful boy with a little long hair covering a small half of his face.

There seemed to be a white light flashing in front of my eyes, and the black characters gradually changed color, and the beautiful boy in front of me turned into Chuya Nakahara, who seemed to be alive.

"Chuya." Saitama stretched out his hand subconsciously.

The black letters quickly spread out and returned to the book.

Unable to read the book, Qiyu simply took it out

From being chased by monsters, coming to Yokohama after being in a coma, and then being taken in by Nakahara Chuya after being awake, there have been many

sky.The hair has been falling off steadily. The intensity of exercise has been increased a few days ago, and the speed of hair loss has been significantly accelerated after doing exercises such as sit-ups.

There are also eyelashes. Fortunately, the growth cycle of eyelashes is relatively short, and the shedding is not the loss of hair follicles. Otherwise, if the shed eyelashes no longer grow, the eyes will look particularly strange.

Saitama glanced at the date and wrote a number on the paper.

Chuya Nakahara's birthday is two days away, and he will be 15 years old after his birthday.

Saitama held the pen and wrote the word 'gift' next to the number.

I remember that I started exercising at the age of [-], gradually became stronger, and gradually lost my hair (or lost the hair follicles all over my body).

Now Qitama doesn't know when his birthday is, but he is the same age as Nakahara Nakaya, but the birthday is different, and there is a very small difference in age.

Saitama took a pen and wrote '' on the paper, then put a question mark.

At the age of [-], I began to exercise, my hair began to fall out, and my eyelashes also fell off. Obviously, the formula of getting stronger = baldness does not change because of age.

It's like an artificial setting that is buckled on the body, and it can't be pulled out no matter what.

"Chung also lost part of his memory. He has no parents or brothers. He doesn't know where he is from. He only knows that he should belong to Radium Bowl Street. He was adopted by a sheep. Now he is the king of sheep and takes good care of the members of the sheep."

"He's looking for his origin."

"Didn't tell me."

The voice was barely audible, since Saitama was the only one in the clinic, but he didn't dare to speak too loudly for fear of being overheard.

"Is it because I have a secret to hide, so he refuses to let me participate?"

"But I can't explain what's going on with me at all. Even Mr. Oda's 'Seamless Clothes' can only know about five to six seconds."

He has a lot of memories from a long, long time in the future, which can't be explained at all.

Rebirth?Back in time?Or is he also a superhuman?A lie needs thousands of lies to cover up, and Saitama doesn't think he can lie well.The memories in his mind are not even sure whether they are true or not. He only knows that what happened may happen, but before it happens, he has no ability to predict it.

"Mr. Mori, Dazai, Oda." Saitama counted in detail, "A young man with white hair and gray tones, a middle-aged doctor Gutai, they can see my troubles at a glance..."

So he was always very weak, so even if Zhong Yuanzhong told him his troubles, he couldn't help much.

"That's probably why he didn't tell me."

But even if he has come to a conclusion and is willing to understand Chuya Nakahara rationally, Qiyu will still not be able to read a single word when he opens the medical book.

Mafia office building.

Mori Ogai sat behind the desk, looked at the orange-haired boy standing by the window, and turned his head to look out the window, "The King of Radium Street Sheep, Zhongya Chuya, we meet again."

"I sincerely invite you to join the Mafia."

"The members of the sheep are ordinary teenagers without supernatural powers. They huddle together to keep warm. They can't even protect themselves, and they can't help you at all. If you want to check your own life experience, I'm afraid you can't do it on your own."

"Joining the mafia, you will have a mobile force that can be dispatched. The members of the martial arts faction have always been full of action, and they will become your best support."

In the eyes of a dark organization like the Port Mafia where adults gather, the sheep on Radium Street are almost like children's playhouses. The whole sheep, probably only the leader Zhongya Zhongya can make them look up to them.

"Saitama is still in the clinic." Nakahara Chuya said suddenly.

Mori Ogai was slightly surprised, he didn't take Saitama seriously, or he deliberately didn't take it to heart, an ordinary boy from the light, it is correct not to be missed by the mafia leader.

Mori Ogai actually doesn't care much about the business of the clinic, and how the money goes in and out. He just needs to know that Saitama is fine, and that's enough.

Nakahara seemed to know what Mori Ogai was thinking, "He knows everything."

A seemingly ordinary boy, sometimes he can't even hide his own thoughts well among many talented supernatural beings.However, he knows everything.

Yes, Saitama knows everything, even though he's not as smart as the geniuses.

"I promised that I would do you a favor. This favor does not mean that I want to join the Mafia." Zhong Yuanzhong also began to back away.

"Oh." Mori Ogai made an instant move without warning, and all the scalpels flashing coldly from his fingertips flew out, "Alice."

The blond-haired young girl appeared carrying a huge syringe and rushed towards Zhongye, Central Plains.

A red light flashed across Zhongyuan Zhongye's body, and the floor around him lowered instantly. He didn't choose to rush up, but retreated quickly.

"Chuya, you don't have the right to stand on his side." Mori Ogai didn't get angry when he saw Alice flying into the air, but said slowly, "Aren't you afraid that I will anger the sheep and him because of this?"

"Just try." Zhong Yuanzhong also smashed open the window and stood on the window sill.

In the next moment, the boy stepped hard, his body left the window sill, and fell quickly.