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Suddenly, Saitama came to his senses.

"It's about me?"

Only when it has something to do with him, would the teenagers living together want to hide it like this, and want to let this matter pass lightly.

Otherwise, with the temper of the king of sheep, a person who dared to let him be injured like this would have been beaten to death ten thousand times long ago.

In the middle of the Central Plains, Huangba spit, Huangshen.

In Yokohama, Saitama couldn't imagine that someone could hurt him like this.

But if the perpetrator is replaced by himself, Saitama can easily imagine it.

Because Chuya, Zhongyuan, is that kind of person.

"I hurt you."

The little doctor quickly entered the state, felt his body carefully, and soon found enough clues.

"My feet."

My feet feel a little sore. If you don’t pay attention to it, you will ignore it. When you pay attention to it, the clues will quickly become evidence.

"I kicked you."

"It was at night when I fell asleep."

"Why don't you know how to hide?"

Qiyu felt himself shrunk up hard, wishing to go back in time and wake up the self who suddenly kicked someone while falling asleep at night.There was no time to lose, the clinic had to go right away.

Where is the best medicine.

"It's really nothing, I didn't feel any pain at all at the time." Zhong Yuanzhong also found that the secret he wanted to hide had been revealed, so he could only quickly explain, "You usually don't make much movement when you sleep, only last night was weird .”

"I thought you were sick."

"You still call me by my name."

So no matter what, you can't escape it.

Saitama, who usually fell asleep, would only turn over normally, and would not spin around almost the entire room like last night. If he hadn't hugged him, if he kicked against the wall, his toes would be broken with such force.

"Ah." Saitama responded.

"Because I usually sleep when I sleep, and I don't dream."

"I had a dream last night."

He dreamed that the little boy in the orphanage turned into a ferocious and pitiful white tiger. He also dreamed of a girl who looked like Natsume. She helped control the white tiger and gave him a piece of paper.

But after waking up from the dream, the piece of paper seemed to disappear.

Saitama just thought it was just a dream.

"I didn't know dreaming would be like that."

"I never dreamed before."

Dreams vary from person to person, not a disease.

"I don't know how to dream either." Nakahara Zhong also looked a little happy, "Dreaming is a very magical thing."

As long as it's not sick.

Moreover, at that time, he really didn't feel any pain in his body, and he forgot to activate the power, so he supported himself with his flesh and blood.

I don't know how many times I was kicked. When the cohabiting boy finally calmed down in the morning, he found that the T-shirt he was wearing when he was sleeping was torn. In order not to let his companions find out, he got up and opened the closet, trying to find a suitable replacement. clothing.

Then Qiyu woke up, and his waist began to hurt overwhelmingly.

"I'm sorry. Next time if I dream again, you must at least tie me up." The ordinary boy felt guilty, "I will prepare the rope."

The clinic is here soon.

Saitama pulled Nakahara Nakaya in and pushed him onto the hospital bed.

"You don't need an injection, do you?" Nakahara Nakaya lay down obediently, watching Qiyu change into a white coat and busy preparing things.

In the past, when he came to the clinic, he would see other patients lying on the hospital bed, but now it was him, and his perspective changed, which suddenly made the young man feel that his strength was not so reliable.

"Are you afraid of injections?" Saitama picked up the syringe and shook it.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked away quickly, "No, it's not that I'm afraid. I have never been sick and have no experience."

"Then you have experience after this time."

The orange-haired boy saw Saitama approaching with a tray, and quickly closed his eyes, "Don't come here."

At this moment, the young man with strong fighting power seemed extremely fragile, and he didn't even have the courage to look directly at the doctor.

"I just took some medicated oil." Saitama took a lighter and lit an alcohol lamp to heat the medicated oil. "Your injury only needs to be applied externally."

The best-quality blood-activating and stasis-removing medicine that Mori Ogai kept was in a small jar the size of two fingers, and Saitama poured it all out and heated it.

"There are physiotherapy equipment, but the effect is not as good as using my hands directly." Qiyu stood in front of the hospital bed, wearing thin medical rubber gloves on his hands, "You may feel a little uncomfortable, bear with it."

"Okay." Zhongyuan Zhong was also sure that it was really just an external application, and finally he was relieved.

Although the young man looked very thin, he was very self-willed, and he was not sickly thin and pale.

Even if it is bruised and purple, or even a little swollen, you can still see the smooth, unique body lines of teenagers.

Then, Qiyu ordered a little of the heated medicine, smudged it in the palm of his hand, and pressed it on the bruised and purple marks of the young man.

The young man's body tensed instantly, like a stranded orange koi.

"Relax." The little doctor patted the boy on the shoulder.

This is simply a million points of discomfort.

Even if you encounter an invincible enemy of life and death, even if you have to use all your strength and lose all your sanity, it will not be so uncomfortable.

Soft and sour and a little painful, continuous and endless.

"If I do that again in the future, it won't be like this if you tie me up." Qiyu said.

"But for now, bear with it."

The smell of the medicine is not pleasant, and it is a little irritating.

Itchy, numb, as if the pain has been driven away.

"It's turned over," Saitama said.

"Why don't you treat the other side tomorrow?" Zhong Yuanzhong also lay on the hospital bed, thinking in his heart that with his physical fitness, he should be fine by tomorrow.

"Turn it over." The little doctor couldn't refuse, "It is necessary to activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis as soon as possible, so that if there is any internal injury, it can be discovered as soon as possible."

"There will be no internal injuries." He dare not say that his physical fitness is the strongest, but he will not be that weak after all.

Saitama scowled, "I'm a doctor."

"OK then."

As if he couldn't refute the serious doctor at all, Zhong Yuanzhong could only turn over obediently, lay on his back, watched the white coat get ready, and stretched out his hands that made him a little scared.

"Human organs are actually very fragile, especially the innermost internal organs protected by bones, muscles, and skin. Once rupture and bleeding cannot be detected in time, life will be in danger."

"Zhongye, I'm a doctor, and I will never go the wrong way on purpose."

So, no matter how uncomfortable it is, you still have to endure it.

"But you said I was a god."

It's too uncomfortable, I don't want to bear it.

"That's human too."

After feeling the pain of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis like being tortured, Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't wait to get up, go outside to find a basket of opponents to challenge, and vent the fighting spirit accumulated in his body.

"Retreat."

So the boy was pushed back before he got up.

Finally, it was noon. The boy nodded when he saw the little doctor, and immediately jumped up from the hospital bed.

"It doesn't seem to hurt anymore." Zhong Yuanzhong also lifted his clothes and looked at it. The bruise was still there, but it didn't hurt anymore.

"Tomorrow it should be completely eliminated." Saitama stepped forward to look at it, poked it lightly, matched the curative effect estimated in his heart, and said in a good mood, "Go out for lunch. What do you want to eat? Just order it. "

"Fried chicken." Zhongyuan Zhong also blurted out.

"Row."

Yesterday because Zhongyuan Zhongye got angry and refused, today I can choose again because of the reward, as long as I drink more hot water.

Saitama didn't plan to go back to the clinic in the afternoon, so he went to Yokohama's bustling commercial street to eat fried chicken.

Chicken wings, chicken legs, chicken popcorn, I ordered a lot.

The two teenagers only ate a little, and packed the rest into two oversized paper bags.

"Let me mention it. The drink is specially ordered for you."

"You feed me." Zhong Yuanzhong also refused to hand over the paper bag.

Because there are so many things to pack, the paper bag is not only oversized, but also very heavy.

In his hands, it can become light and light, but in Saitama's hands, it will be bound by the gravity of the earth.

"That's fine too." Saitama handed over the drink.

The boy took a big sip, "Are you thirsty? How about you drink too?"

There was a little sweat on the tip of Saitama's nose, and a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead.Although he was the more relaxed of the two, he seemed the most pitiful.

The boy with supernatural powers looked refreshed, not sweating a single drop, even carrying two huge paper bags with ease.

When I was at the fried chicken shop, I actually drank a drink, but after I came out, I was sweating, and my body began to complain about the lack of water.

"Let's go." Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head and walked a few steps quickly without looking back.

Approaching the orphanage again, Saitama consciously observed the surrounding fields.

Some fields are still as they were helped to tidy up yesterday, and there is no fresh blood on the ground.

The little boy from the orphanage probably couldn't escape.

When he came to the orphanage again this time, Saitama didn't let Nakahara Chuya leave, but the two of them went together.

"What's the matter?" The middle-aged man with the pot head came to open the door. He looked carefully at Qiyu and the extra strange boy, and cautiously did not open the big iron door immediately.

Orphanages are special, taking in dangerous teenagers with supernatural powers.

When you are not sure of absolute safety, you must be cautious.

"Is he okay last night?" Saitama pointed to the paper bag in Nakahara Nakaya's hand, "I bought some instant food and wanted to give it to the children."

If the little boy is in good condition, I also want to give him a taste.

"Come in." The middle-aged man with the pot head lingered on the orange-haired boy for a long time before finally opening the door completely and letting the two boys in.

The children in the orphanage saw the gentle little doctor again, and a beautiful boy who looked a little scary.

However, the two teenagers brought delicious fried chicken, and the children liked this delicious and oily instant food very much.

With delicious food, it seems that the beautiful boy is not so difficult to approach.

"Chuya, they seem to be a little afraid of you." Saitama whispered when they were alone.

"Shouldn't be afraid of me." Nakahara Nakaya grew up with the sheep members on Radium Bowl Street, and knows what children are like.

He felt that those children were afraid of him, or that the children were afraid of people like him.

"I remembered." Qiyu looked at the remaining two orders of fried chicken and said, "There are still two people who haven't come to pick up the fried chicken. I don't know if they are still here..."