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"The commission at the detective agency has been completed, so I won't be going for the time being." Saitama didn't plan to go to the armed detective agency tomorrow.

He remembered what Edogawa Ranpo said, and he had a very mysterious feeling in his heart. His intuition made him feel that it would be better not to touch or verify those words for the time being.

Saitama packed the bento and closed the lid, "It's for Mr. Dazai." Nakahara Chuya, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly changed his tone, "The mackerel just cut his stomach, and his stomach was broken, so he can't eat."

"He is a person with supernatural powers." Saitama said softly, "I have already discovered that people with supernatural abilities can recover faster than ordinary people. If Mr. Dazai is also a normal person with supernatural abilities, he can eat some digestible food today." It's porridge."

"He won't be grateful to you." Nakahara Chuya said.

"He is a patient, and it is my duty to help him. I don't need his gratitude." Saitama said calmly, "As a doctor, most of the time, I can only be a machine without emotion. But as a friend, if Dazai-san doesn't appreciate me, he will regret it."

Although he looks like an ordinary boy, he is unexpectedly calm when facing the supernatural being.

clinic.

The door is locked from the outside and cannot be easily opened from the inside.

The curtains inside were all drawn, and it looked the same as usual.

Saitama took out the key and opened the door, "Chuya, go get busy."

"I'll go in and have a look." Nakahara didn't leave as quickly as usual, but followed Saitama into the clinic.

Inside the clinic, Mori Ogai's black windbreaker and red scarf were thrown aside randomly. A man in his 30s sat on a chair with a beard and raised his face, his feet resting on the desk. The look of love.

The blond girl stood beside her and sulked, "Rin Taro, I want to go out."

"Alice-chan, we have been abused by a certain little doctor and we can't get out." Mori Ogai shook his head dejectedly, his voice was even a little hoarse, it was obvious that he had spoken for a long time.

"I brought cheesecake." Saitama held up the paper bag in his hand.

The little blond girl ran over to pick up the paper bag, and ran to eat the cake by herself.

Saitama went into the inner room.

Nakahara Zhongya was standing beside the hospital bed, and the boy lying on the bed was opening his eyes, his iris-colored pupils were full of smiles, "Short, you are wearing height-enhancing shoes, I, look, come out, come on."

"Only you are so boring staring at the height of people every day." Nakahara Nakaya turned and walked out, "Saitama, I'm leaving."

"Go." Saitama stepped forward to lift the quilt to help Osamu Dazai check his body, "He's recovering very well. No wonder you survived all this hard work. People with supernatural powers are really different from ordinary people, and they recover very quickly. Um, Dazai-san, will you still use this method to pursue new life in death?"

It is very comfortable to swallow the medicine, and it is also very comfortable to gradually move away from the other shore of life, but the recovery process is not so wonderful, especially under the hands of the little doctor.

Dazai couldn't laugh anymore.

"Hahaha." Zhong Yuanzhong, who had already walked to the door, also felt it. He smiled quickly and left briskly.

"Don't try this extreme method again in the future." Saitama helped the lying boy up, "I can't always show up in time. If I can't show up in time, you will be in pain, and I will be in pain too. "

"I'm not a dwarf." Osamu Dazai sat up, feeling that he finally had a little strength in his body, and felt that he was finally alive.

"You are my friend, and Chuya is also my friend." Saitama said.

The boy's iris-colored eyes were filled with a smile again, "Hey, Saitama. Are you taking care of my sick patient today? I want to eat steamed crabs and drink realgar wine. Ah, I really want to taste the nerve-wracking, blissful feeling nei .”

Saitama turned around and walked out.

Alice was still eating cake outside, and Mori Ogai had already put on his black windbreaker and red scarf. When he saw Saitama coming out, he decided to try harder, "Do you want me to leave the bill at the clinic? With all due respect, you and Zhong It can’t fix the office building either. Office building maintenance is not as simple as you think, and the repair costs must be huge.”

"But I still want to work harder." Saitama said, "Mr. Mori, thank you for helping to stay in bed at night, and now you can leave."

"Saitama, are you going to drive me away?"

"Let you go now, so you can find a place to rest. It would be bad if I don't let you go." Saitama looked at Mori Ogai strangely, "Why are you sad?"

Mori Ogai: "..."

The apprentice's wings became stiff, and his elbows not only turned outward, but also pierced the master's heart.

Is it okay to go?

Saitama took the lunch box and put it in the microwave oven, took it out after heating it, and carried it to the inner room.

"Is my crab here?" Osamu Dazai looked at Saitama expectantly, "Saitama, you are the most important person in my life, if possible, I want to die in love with you."

"It's porridge." Qiyu opened the lunch box, "I prepared a soft cake for you..."

The boy in a white coat elongated his tone, "If Mr. Dazai doesn't cooperate with the doctor, the little cake will leave you. There is only tasteless white porridge, which doesn't make you feel full, and it has no taste at all."

Not to mention realgar wine, steamed crab, if you don't cooperate, you won't even have a small cake that melts in your mouth.

"Qitama, you make people sad." The boy with kite-colored eyes full of sadness said softly, "If you do the same to the person you like in the future, you will make people sad."

"Mr. Saitama who doesn't understand style!"

Qiyu put the lunch box on the small table, moved a bench and sat beside him, "I am the doctor, you are the patient."

No patient can escape the doctor's shackles, even if a genius boy is sick.

The boy who had eaten porridge and small cakes lay on the hospital bed and fell into a deep sleep. Qiyu quietly left the hospital bed and went to the outside room to read medical books.

After reading it for a while, I read the content, but I couldn't remember it in my mind.

Because there are other things on the mind: the office building that has not yet been repaired, and the huge bill that Mori Ogai is eyeing.

"God, you exist, respond to me a little bit." Saitama said softly.

I just said this on my lips, but what I thought in my heart was the one who stood in front of him and said to him, "I also believe that gods exist. If gods don't exist, then I will be your god."I secretly investigated my life experience, but I didn't find out...'

'I will be your god. '

The boy who said those words looked at him with burning eyes.

He secretly investigated his own life experience, and didn't tell himself. It wasn't intentional concealment, but he didn't know his life experience at all, and he was afraid that his life experience would be bad, so he didn't tell him.

Very convoluted idea.

"Zhongye."

"Central Plains Chuya, maybe it is my god."

When he first came to Yokohama, Nakahara Chuya took him in and brought him to the clinic for treatment.

In the messy and chaotic Yokohama, Nakahara Chuya has been protecting him.

Saitama took out a pen and wrote the name of 'Nakahara Chuya' on the paper.

"It feels like a poet, very beautiful."

It was approaching noon, and Qiyu was preparing to make a hot lunch when the door of the clinic suddenly opened, and a young man with a glowing red body flew in with a person in one hand.

"Saitama, he's hurt."

"There is an empty hospital bed in the room inside, put it on." Qiyu didn't care about the hot lunch any more.

Quickly disinfect your hands, put on a clean and disinfected white coat, and put on a mask.

The man lying on the hospital bed was wearing a mask, which covered the entire lower half of his face, and even covered one of his eyes, only a small part of his face was exposed, but even so, it can be seen that he is a very rare handsome man .

But at this moment, his eyes were closed, his body was tense, and most of the clothes on his body were stained with blood.

"Chuya, close the door for me." Saitama said.

Zhongyuan Zhong also helped to close the door, and shut himself out by the way.

Inside the door is a small operating room. As long as the door is closed, the inside and outside can be isolated. At the same time, the disinfection system inside is activated, which can quickly disinfect the environment and let in part of the disinfected air to ensure air circulation.

Saitama quickly took out the scalpel and cut open the patient's clothes.

The moment the scalpel approached, one of the man's eyes snapped open, as dangerous as a falcon.

"I'm a doctor, and you're injured." Saitama said, "My companion brought you here. You can't move on your own, and you need to be treated as soon as possible. I know you have special abilities that can kill me instantly."

"However, I suggest that you can observe me and wait until I kill you before doing it."

"You can kill me instantly."

The man stared fixedly at Saitama, his body slowly relaxing.

Regardless of whether the little doctor in front of him is good or bad, he can indeed kill him instantly.

So you just need to follow the little doctor's advice to see whether he is saving people or killing people, and then decide whether to kill him in seconds.

Very ordinary, ordinary boy with no chakra in his body, fragile like a porcelain doll, wearing a white coat, looks ordinary and ordinary.

"The wound is very deep, and some internal organs are injured." Saitama said, "I will help you treat the wound and suture it. I will administer anesthesia, local anesthesia, and you can still move other places, but there will be no feeling in that place. "

After a shot of anesthetic, the man's body was completely relaxed.

The wound was treated quickly, cleaned, sutured, and covered with gauze.

Saitama helped the man cover the quilt, and breathed a sigh of relief, "The wound is much more serious than I imagined, but you are in good health and will recover soon."

The man looked at Saitama quietly, his body relaxed again.

He had already determined that the ordinary boy in the white coat in front of him really wanted to save him.

"Who are you? What is this place? Where am I?" The man finally spoke, the mid-bass was sexy and magnetic, like cello music.

"Mantou cat?" Qiyu muttered softly. He heard a familiar voice, but he was not sure that the man was Mantou cat, that is, the fat and scary Jibumao.