Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

The appearance of an adult man and the appearance of a young man who is still growing,

"That is to say, short people are not as good-looking as others?" Dazai Osamu quickly caught the point of Saitama's words.

Saitama didn't deny it, but just glanced at Osamu Dazai, "Mr. Dazai, no matter what you look like when you grow up, at least now you are better looking than Chuya, I think."

"I prefer a healthy Chuya to a weak and thin you."

"Ah, you can continue to sleep now. There is no lunch. In your current situation, you can only have a little porridge in the morning."

This was originally just a normal doctor's order, but now that it is said, it has a different meaning.

"Saitama, you are no longer an emotionless machine." Osamu Dazai's face was full of sadness of being betrayed.

"Facing friends, I can't be emotionless." Qi? A machine without emotions? Yu said.

In one sentence, the words that Osamu Dazai was about to say were blocked back.

In fact, they were just an ordinary relationship between an ordinary doctor and a patient, but the patient is involuntarily attracted, even if they don't care about anything, they always care about the doctor uncontrollably.

There is simply no way to control myself.

The boring and dull life in the past has unconsciously changed, and there is only a ray of light.

It's a pity that the beam of light said that he likes shorties.

Hey, life is indeed full of despair, it is too difficult to find a new life.

Saitama knew nothing about the thoughts of the sick patients lying on the hospital beds.

Nakahara Chu didn't know when he left, and Saitama didn't care.

But Dazai’s arrangement tonight is still a problem: either let him stay in the clinic and arrange someone to accompany him to the bed; or carefully take him back to the residence, Saitama will give him half of the bed, and ask Nakahara Chuya to go out to work overtime at night.

"It's not good, and it's not fair to China."

"The leader of the sheep is already very busy, and there is almost no free time."

Qiyu quickly denied the second arrangement, picked up the medical books on the table, and sat down in front of the hospital bed, "Mr. Dazai, is the place you live in big?"

The patient on the hospital bed took long breaths and remained motionless.

"I know you're not asleep, no matter how much you pretend, you can't fool the doctor." Qiyu stretched out his hand to pinch the patient's nose.

It doesn't feel good to hold your breath for a long time, and you always open your mouth subconsciously, but that's for ordinary people, and for the black mud spirit, he can bear it.

"A suffocated person will have their eyes protruding, their tongue running out, their nails discolored, and bleeding spots on the surface of their skin, and they will have to suffer a long time during their lifetime. Even after death, their bodies will become ugly. "

Those who know enough medical knowledge can easily name these characteristics.

Painful, ugly.

Instantly hit the patient who was pretending to be asleep.

"I just live in the mafia office building, and I just find an empty room to rest, and the place is not fixed." Osamu Dazai finished speaking quickly, panting heavily, "Doctor, you are a tortured patient!"

"No, I'm arranging patient numbers." Qiyu said, opened the medical book, and read it quietly.

Osamu Dazai's residence is not even fixed, obviously not suitable for staying overnight.

Unable to think of any other way for the time being, Saitama decided to discuss it with Nakahara Chuya after get off work.

The clock hit 5, and Saitama started packing.

Osamu Dazai lay on the hospital bed, moved his fingers lightly, did not try to get out of bed, but silently looked at the doctor who was about to leave after get off work.

He had been asleep last night and didn't know if he was left alone in the clinic, but now he is awake.

Saitama packed up her things, checked the doors and windows one last time, and even wiped the floor.

As soon as I was done, the door of the clinic opened.

"Saitama, I have a helper." Nakahara Nakaya came in first, followed by Oda who was obviously very young but looked like an uncle.

Oda Sakunosuke has been busy all day, and finally he doesn’t have to work overtime today. He wants to eat spicy curry. It’s better to go to the tavern to drink some wine and have a good rest for the night. In the end, he was called away by the long-awaited King of Sheep , came to this clinic again.

"Oda." Saitama quickly asked if he was free, and said, "Tomorrow I will bring over spicy curry and fruit wine."

In this case, it seems that there is no reason to refuse at all.

Oda looked at the patient on the bed and nodded slightly, "I'll accompany the bed."

"That's great." Saitama reminded again, "He's recovering very well. If he's thirsty at night, just drink some water, and he can't eat."

After exhorting, Saitama and Nakahara Chuya left the clinic.

It is still five o'clock every day, the same time, but the height of the sun is a bit different, and the shadows on the ground are also very subtle every day.

"Chuya, it's a good thing you called Oda-san, otherwise I really don't know how to arrange for the evening." Saitama said sincerely.

"We discussed it before." Zhongyuan Zhong also jumped onto the curbstone on the side of the road, stepping on it and walking slowly.

The shadow under the setting sun is cast on the ground, stretching long.

"By the way, have you found any clues about your life experience?" Qiyu asked.

He has already confessed, so what can be asked now, no matter whether his life experience is good or bad, he has already made complete psychological preparations.

Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his head, "Nothing was found."

"Take your time, don't rush." ​​Qiyu suddenly suggested, "Let's run."

I haven't run two kilometers today.

However, Zhongya Nakahara wore inner height-increasing shoes again today, which would be inconvenient for running.

"Let's go." Nakahara ran up without waiting for Saitama's suggestion.

For gymnastics masters, even wearing height-enhancing shoes does not affect running at all.

Qiyu followed slowly, and after a while, a thin layer of sweat broke out, and some hair hung down because the sweat stuck to his face.

Two kilometers, just back to the residence.

Saitama put his hands on his knees and panted, slowly, his body felt less tired, as if something had changed.

"The water is ready." Nakahara Nakahara not only didn't blush or pant, and didn't feel tired at all, he even boiled hot water quickly, ready to help Saitama wash his hair.

Washing your hair with an egg actually feels a bit weird. The raw egg white has a faint fishy smell, and you can feel the sticky feeling of the liquid when you touch it with your fingers.

Not a very comfortable feeling.

Besides, Saitama was sweating and his scalp was sticky.

"Does it feel dirty?" Saitama lowered his head, always feeling that he would be rejected.

Zhongyuan Zhong also inserted his thin fingers into the middle of the hair, and rubbed it gently with his fingertips, "I only washed it for you alone, and I didn't compare it."

"How do you feel when you wash your hair?" Saitama felt warm water pouring down, flowing slowly along the hair.

"I didn't notice it, I just washed it casually." Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it for a while, "Because I don't lose my hair, sometimes I wash it for a long time, and I don't feel any changes in my hair."

Not only will his hair not fall out, but his scalp will not be dry or oily. It seems that his condition is the same every day, whether he washes it or not. Sometimes washing his hair is not because of need, but because of Because other people wash it often, it seems a bit strange if he doesn't wash it all the time.

Not only is it a bit weird, but it will also become an anomaly.

"Envy." Saitama whispered, "If I were like you, I wouldn't wash my hair either."

Instead of washing for a long time every day like in the recent period.

Fortunately, the water temperature is right today, and the egg whites are not cooked, so I wash them a little faster.

The next day.

Saitama opened his eyes, grabbed his hair, and found a few fallen hairs between his fingers, and the pillow turned into Chuya Nakahara's coat.

The pillows were taken to be washed.

Deja Vu.

Saitama got up slowly, made the bed, wiped the floor, and started cooking.

Chicken breast, potatoes, carrots, and shiitake mushrooms are cooked in curry, which is moderately soft and hard, and is suitable for heating rice at noon.

Breakfast is grilled fish, miso soup, soft boiled eggs.

After all the food was placed on the table, Saitama stepped forward and sat down. After waiting for a while, Nakahara Nakaya opened the door and came in.

"Did the pillow go to be washed?"

"I washed the clothes in the dirty laundry basket together." Zhong Yuan Zhong also took the money and ran to wash his hands. When he came back, he quickly completed the ceremony and ate with chopsticks, very fast.

Qiyu pushed the miso soup, "Don't worry, drink the soup first."

Seeing Nakahara Chuya pick up the bowl to drink soup, put down the bowl, and eat quickly again, Saitama felt a little helpless, "I already know."

If the hair didn't fall off, or if the hair fell off a little, Zhong Yuanzhong would happily stand by and wait for him to wake up, and then announce the result as if offering a treasure.

It looks so abnormal now, definitely not because of suspicion, but because the result has changed.

"It's not very serious." Nakahara Chuya ate with his head down and didn't look at Saitama.

"Help me see, did I drop more of a certain piece, or did it fall evenly?" Saitama lowered his head to show Chuya Nakahara.

If a certain piece falls too much, it may become Mediterranean, or suddenly appear alopecia areata.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a quick glance, "It's very even."

It's the kind that gets thicker and thinner.

At the current stage, you can't see it with your eyes, but if you grab a strand with your hand, you can feel that strand is a little thinner than usual.If Saitama has long hair, you can see the obvious difference even more if you grab them all.

"It's okay if you can't see it with your eyes now." Saitama said.

As long as it doesn't make people who come to the clinic feel weird when they are young and only 14 years old, they are born in the Mediterranean.

"Washing the hair with eggs has no effect." Nakahara Zhongya is not even sure about the previous things, whether the egg whites have any effect before.

"At least it was useful before." Saitama said with certainty.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had a relaxed expression, as long as it is useful, even if it is very short-lived, it has a little effect.

The morning thing just passed, and the two went to the clinic together.

"I will inquire about new methods." Zhong Yuanzhong was also very solemn.

Saitama took out two of the lunch boxes and put them in the microwave to heat them up, "Thank you."

"I'm leaving." Nakahara quickly left without waiting for Oda to come out of the inner room.

Every time I receive "thank you", I always feel that my teeth are sore, and my body seems to be sour, and my strength seems to be not as strong as usual.

The microwave made a faint 'humming' sound, and then a 'ding' sound, and the heating ended.

Saitama took out two lunch boxes, "This is spicy curry, for you."

The other one is white porridge with tender and coagulated egg custard.

Osamu Dazai had already got up by himself, and enthusiastically called Oda to eat together, "Oda, come and drink fruit wine together."