Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

Mori Ogai came to the clinic secretly, carrying two huge bills that can be attacked and defended, full of confidence.

He is bound to win the King of Sheep, and even gave Dazai an order to separate him and Saitama, but he didn't completely count on Dazai, but prepared to use huge debts to make the King of Sheep submit.

"Rintaro, cheesecake." The blond girl reminded tirelessly.

"Alice-chan, a huge bill can be exchanged for a lot of cheesecakes." Mori Ogai took out two huge bills from his baby's arms, shook them at the blond girl, and prepared to 'catch' the sheep standing next to Saitama King of.

Nakahara Nakaya was leaning against the table, because he was wearing height-increasing shoes that were sold in the supermarket, and he looked half a head taller than Saitama.

"Shameless," he said.

"Chuya." Saitama tidied up the desk in front of him, turned around, "Alice, I will make cheesecake tonight, and there is also a cream cake. Mr. Mori, there is no rush about the bill. The latest damaged floor I will also be responsible to the end, but before that,

Mori Ogai felt that the initiative had come to his side, "What do you mean?"

Although it was the beloved apprentice who asked him to do so, this did not prevent the master from taking advantage of the fire, such as taking the opportunity to put pressure on the King of Sheep.

"Mr. Dazai needs someone to accompany him in bed tonight. After much deliberation, I think Mr. Mori is the most suitable person," Saitama said.

"Bed?" Mori Ogai suddenly felt a little cold in the clinic.

Qiyu nodded lightly, "For the time being, stay with me in bed tonight."

As for tomorrow night, we'll talk about it then.

"Mr. Mori is the leader of the mafia, and Mr. Dazai's immediate boss. He has first-class medical skills, and it is most suitable to accompany him in bed." Qiyu said slowly, "Mr. Dazai is very important to the Mafia, and to Mr. Mori It's important too, isn't it?"

There is no doubt about Osamu Dazai's talent. He was able to soar in the mafia not because of his relationship with Mori Ogai, but because of his own ability.

"Mr. Dazai needs to accompany the bed now, no one is more suitable than Mr. Mori."

The ordinary boy explained the facts in a very ordinary tone, and hit the nail on the head, "If you let other people in the mafia who you can't fully trust come to bed with you, and you find that Mr. Dazai is like this, maybe you will do it? If there is no Mr. Dazai, the mafia will be very Not going well?"

That is beyond doubt.

The port mafia was in chaos for so long before the former leader left office, and until now the new leader of Mori Ogai has not completely subsided, and there are still some diehards in the organization who are loyal to the previous leader.

In the eyes of others, Osamu Dazai was at least loyal to the new leader, and he also used his outstanding talents to win over some members of the organization, thus contending with the diehards.

Without Osamu Dazai, Mori Ogai couldn't imagine what kind of trouble he would face.

Therefore, the mafia leader who is ready to take over the king of sheep must agree to accompany him in bed in order not to lose his subordinates who have already demonstrated their talents.

"Mr. Mori agreed." Saitama said without the slightest surprise.

Neither of the huge bills came into play, and even Mori Ogai himself was forced to stay in bed with the clinic.

Saitama and Nakahara Chuya left the clinic in peace.

Back at the residence, Zhong Yuanzhong also took out the eggs and began to separate the egg yolks from the egg whites.

Qiyu held a small mirror half the size of a palm, and looked closely at the number of his own eyelashes.

"I really don't look good." Saitama looked at his own eyes without any characteristics in the mirror, and his eyelashes were not the kind of long and curled ones, ordinary ones without any characteristics.

Watch every day, count every day.

"Let me count for you." Nakahara Nakaya finished handling the eggs, ran to wash his hands, and came over to Qiyu.

Ordinary eyes without any characteristics, with his own reflection reflected in the pupils, like a mirror.

"Chuya's eyes are still pretty," Saitama said.

The blue eyes of the orange-haired boy reflected his shrunken face, the eyelashes were long and curled, and the outline of the eyes was a kind of beautiful arc, especially when he looked over intently, it seemed that he was the only one in the whole world.

"It fell off when I didn't notice it during the day." Saitama blinked.

Nakahara also moved closer, reached out and pressed Saitama's eyebrows, "Don't blink, I counted wrong, I have to count again."

After finishing counting with difficulty, Qiyu insisted on not blinking, a little physiological tears came out from the end of his eyes, he was a little dazzled when looking at things, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes with his hands.

Zhong Yuanzhong also ran to scoop up the hot water, "Come here, I'll wash your hair for you."

"The water temperature should not be too hot, or the egg whites will become cooked." Qiyu rubbed his eyes and walked over.

"I have the numbers."

Wet hair and wash with shampoo and then with egg white.

The boy's overly fair fingers gently rubbed the thick black hair, and the thin calluses on his fingertips gently brushed his scalp.

Well, everything went well.

Then rinse.

rinse.

Rinse again.

"It's getting ripe again?" Qiyu felt that the time to rinse his scalp was a bit long, and the frequency was a bit too much.

"En." Zhong Yuanzhong also said in a muffled voice, "Obviously the water temperature has been lowered."

"Then the water temperature may still be high, so let's lower it tomorrow."

"it is good."

After washing it many times, it was finally completely cleaned. Nakahara took a thick towel and put it on Saitama's head, and quickly wiped off the water.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took advantage of this free time to go out to deal with the affairs of the sheep organization.

The egg yolk was fully stirred, and Saitama took some more eggs, and the egg white was beaten into a white foam that could be shaped freely.

The square cheesecake is cut into small strips and sealed with a fresh-keeping bag prepared in advance.

The base of the cylindrical milk cake is decorated with beautiful flowers on the surface with whipped cream, and the words 'Happy Birthday Nakahara Chuya' are written on the top with jam.

The cake was placed in the center of the table, and Saitama took out two candles, one was '' and the other was ''.Everything was ready, Zhong Yuan just opened the door and walked in.

"I haven't dealt with it for a day, and Yang has accumulated a lot of things." It is rare for Zhongyuan Zhong to complain to the cohabiting teenager in a low voice, "I have to go to work for a long time at night before I can come back to sleep."

Although he didn't even sleep all night before, because he didn't need to rest at all.

Saitama raised his hand and turned off the light.

Take out the lighter and light two candles.

"Chuya, happy birthday." Saitama looked up at the boy standing at the door, "Come here and make a wish and blow out the candles."

"Is today your birthday?" Nakahara Chuya came over and sat opposite Saitama.

"Today is your birthday."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked down at the burning candles on the cake, the flickering light of the fire shone on his face, casting small patches of shadows.

"I forgot," he said.

Never had a birthday before, and never cared about it.

"I remember." Saitama said, "Hurry up and blow out the candles and make a wish. Don't say your wish, or it won't work."

"it is good."

The candle is not a special item in the supermarket, but the latest candle specially selected by Saitama, which is not cheap.

There was no other light in the room, the boy's face was hidden in the darkness, his blue eyes slowly closed, the emotions in his eyes were suppressed, and then he made a wish in his heart.

"Are you ready?" Saitama asked softly after waiting for a while.

"Okay." Zhong Yuanzhong also breathed a sigh of relief, and then opened his eyes, the emotions in his eyes had completely subsided.

With a 'snap', the light bulb switch was turned on, and the light was restored in the room.

Saitama took the fruit knife and handed it over, "Cut the cake."

The round cake was cut into two, then cut into three, cut again, and the last triangular cake was separated and placed on a plate, and gently sent to Saitama.

"Then I'll start." Qiyu picked up the spoon, cut a small piece and put it in his mouth, "It's delicious."

The cake made with the ingredients prepared for a long time tastes really good.

Zhong Yuanzhong also cut a small piece for himself, cut the cream and cake base and put it in his mouth, "Sweet."

"Is it sweet?" Saitama felt that the taste was just right. He specially adjusted the ratio and didn't put too much sugar.

"Sweet." Zhong Yuan insisted.

After eating a small piece of cake, Qiyu took out the leftovers of the cake like a conjurer, "This is the fruit that goes with dinner. If you can't finish the cake, you can share it with the sheep boys. It's a birthday, the more lively the better. "

The cake was a little big, two people definitely couldn't finish it, or Saitama's first attention was to distribute it to the members of the sheep organization, and even to the neighbors around.

The first thing I do when I open my eyes every day is to grab a handful of hair to see if there is any hair falling out between my fingers, and then to see if there is any hair on the pillow.

Look at the pillows again, they are clean, but there are none.

He suddenly sat up and thought of one thing: he went to deal with the maintenance of the office building with Zhongya Nakahara early yesterday morning, so he couldn't exercise in the morning, he couldn't do push-ups at noon, and he didn't do sit-ups before going to bed at night sit ups.

I didn't exercise all day yesterday, and even because I was hanging on Nakahara Nakaya when I went in and out, I was less physically active than usual.

"Saitama." Chuya Nakahara opened the door and came in, his whole body was full of energy, "Hair."

"It didn't come off," Saitama said.

"En." Nakahara Chuya had a big smile on his face. He had seen it when he got up early, but now he still needs to confirm with Qitama to share the happiness again.

Although it is the cohabiting teenager who has no hair loss for the time being, Nakahara Zhong also feels that this is happier than his own hair loss.

"Do you want to go to the clinic to work today?" Nakahara Chuya asked.

The mafia office building has not been repaired until now, and the matter is still unresolved, and it still weighs on the two teenagers like a mountain.

Qiyu got up and made the bed, "Go to the clinic for work today, and rest tomorrow."

Because I am worried that some patients will need to go to the clinic, if the door is not open for two consecutive days, it may cause patients to delay their illness.

"Then do you want to go to the Armed Detective Agency again tomorrow?" Nakahara also thought of what Edogawa Ranpo said, but it seemed that the specific content suddenly became a little unclear, and he only remembered that those few words were very important.