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Saitama has made up her mind, there is no need to hesitate which one to choose between life and hair.

The heated bento tasted especially delicious, and Nakahara, who finished eating the bento quickly, did not leave, but instead found a chair and sat down.

"Aren't you busy today?" Saitama carried the bento box inside to clean it, and when he came out, he found Nakahara Chuya was still there.

"Not busy." The orange-haired boy said.

The young man who looked very ordinary in front of the leader of the sheep, although he didn't express the decision in his heart, his expression quickly betrayed him.

The leader does not intend to expose the thoughts of the members of the organization, but intends to use practical actions to protect the young man from the light, hoping to eliminate the darkness infested on him and return to the past.Instead of trying to change such an ordinary self, it is better to seek help from the already powerful leader, because the leader will definitely protect him very well!

So the two teenagers who were hiding things in their hearts tacitly didn't talk about it again.

There were only two teenagers in the clinic, one was quietly reading medical books, and the other was sitting on a chair, silently looking at the teenager who was reading.

The leaders of the port mafia alternated, and the doctors in the clinic took over. Although few people knew the identity of the new leader, those who came to the clinic to treat their wounds had already seen Mori Ogai's face.

Therefore, it is only a matter of time before the identity of the new leader's doctor is found out.

Zhong Yuan also sat on the chair, tried to put his elbows on his knees, folded his hands, and assumed the posture of a strong aura unique to adults, but found that he was not tall enough, and his hard concave shape looked ridiculous.

He stood up unhappily, jumped onto the desk and squatted down, looking at Saitama from this height and angle.

The young man who was studying hard seemed to have completely lost all the ordinary temperament in his body. At that moment, he sublimated and entered the realm of genius.

Qiyu was so focused that he didn't even notice that the orange-haired boy was staring at him, while glancing at those complicated and boring medical books, and then showed an expression of extreme admiration.

"Beep beep."

Someone knocked on the door, and Qiyu immediately put down his medical books and got up.

Zhong Yuanzhong also jumped to the door in an instant and opened the door. He had to first confirm whether the person knocking on the door was in danger before deciding whether to let it in.

"Who is it?" The orange-haired boy still had one hand on the doorknob, blocking the opening of the door with his body, and looked up and down at the uninvited guest outside.

It seems that because of the absence of Mori Ogai and Alice, the orange-haired boy also changed, and he naturally became more involved in Saitama's affairs: helping Saitama to control the people who came to the clinic.

"Irredeemable asshole." Said the boy outside the door.

"Do you want to see a doctor or buy medicine?" Saitama stood behind the orange-haired boy, looking out through the gap between his narrow body and the door, "Does the patient have any symptoms? I now have the ability to prescribe medicine by myself. "

The boy outside the door said 'hmm', ignoring Nakahara Chuya who was blocking the door, and chose to talk directly to the boy who could make the decision inside, "Fever, raving."

"A child or an adult?" Saitama pulled Nakahara Chuya's hand.

As long as they are patients, the clinic always treats them equally, and the clinic is a rare neutral zone. Generally, people who come to the clinic ask for it, so there is a high probability that nothing will happen.

Zhong Yuanzhong also finally opened the door completely, floated to the base of the wall and stood there, but his eyes were still looking at the boy at the door.

With white hair, pale skin, a body that is slenderer than anyone else, dressed in gray-toned clothes, with murderous and desperate eyes, staring at Nakahara Chuya with a distorted smile on his face.

This is a dangerous and crazy boy, and his strength is very strong, which makes Nakahara Chuya instinctively feel troubled. He is sure to protect himself, but he is not sure to protect Saitama.

Qiyu walked to the door without realizing it, and asked the boy who refused to enter, "Tell me the specific situation."

"Child, girl, fever, coma, babbling." Facing Saitama, the young man tried his best to suppress the frantic expression on his face, and even added, "She was wet in the rain."

"Then there is a high probability that you have caught a cold. I'll get you some antipyretic powder and antipyretic patch, and you can use them immediately after you go back. If you have a thermometer, you should always measure your body temperature. Children are very weak, and if they are not properly handled, they will have a fever." Bad brain, it's best to send it to the hospital as soon as possible." Saitama quickly went to the shelf to get the medicine, and put it in a plastic bag.Taking the medicine without wasting any time, Qiyu ran to the door and handed it to the boy outside.

The boy took the medicine, turned around and walked out slowly, and threw a wad of money directly into Qiyu's arms.

"It's too much."

"This is for you, not for the clinic." The white-haired boy said hoarsely, as he drifted away, the voice behind him was like raving, "The residents of the light world will become the food for the residents of the dark world."

The voice of the latter sentence was too low, Qiyu who was busy arranging the shelves and rearranging the medicines didn't hear it, only Nakahara Chuya heard it clearly.

Perhaps, those words were originally intended for the orange-haired boy.

They are also human beings in the dark, and they were wary of each other when they met for the first time, but at the same time, when they treated the boy from the light, they restrained all the dark breath in their bodies.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened the door and chased him out, but the boy outside had disappeared.

The white-haired boy was too keen, pointing out the most critical point in one word, which made Zhongyuan Zhong feel a little flustered.

But he can only protect Zhou Quan, a young man from the light, in the dark, and he has only so much ability.

After counting the wad of money given by the boy, Saitama was taken aback by the amount.After thinking about it, he took out the money for the medicine and recorded it in the account, and kept the extra money separately, and returned it to him the next time he saw him again.

"Saitama." Nakahara Chuya came back, leaned against the table and lowered his head, not letting the other party see the expression on his face, and said in a low voice, "If you recover your memory, will you go home?"

The boy from Guangming lost his memory, so he can only be protected by him. If he recovers his memory, he should be sent back immediately.

The truth is this, but the orange-haired boy has a little selfishness.

"Shouldn't be able to go back." Saitama thought of the Crab Man, and felt that there was a subtle overlap between the two sides, or maybe it was because he couldn't go back, that's why the Crab Man appeared here.

In terms of memory, he actually doesn't know too much, and he will never recover those memories that don't exist. He only knows that he lives in no man's land, but he doesn't know where the no man's land is.

"I will protect you, forever." The orange-haired boy breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that he seemed a little too selfish, so he hurriedly said, "As long as you can go back, I will send you back."

At worst, follow him to have a look, and try to enter the light, try to stay.

Because of the little selfishness in his heart that hoped that the bright boy would stay behind, Nakahara didn't notice what Saitama said, "I shouldn't be able to go back", which shows that Saitama has not completely lost his memory.

The orange-haired boy didn't notice this, and he felt lightly in his heart that this matter was over, and he could protect the boy from the light and prevent him from being swallowed up by the darkness as food.

Even though the port mafia has been in chaos for a long time, it still has strong financial resources, and the entire office building in the city center is worth a lot of money.

Mori Ogai, who took off his white coat and put on a black suit, sat behind the desk, looked at the dying boy, and kindly suggested, "Dazai, you can go to the clinic to see a doctor."

"Look at the little man?" Osamu Dazai stood up straight, ignoring the pain on his body, and looked directly at Mori Ogai.

"Help me see Saitama, after all, he is also my apprentice." Mori Ogai said.

There is an undercurrent between the two people, saying the same thing, but the words are completely different.

The newly appointed mafia leader cares about the apprentice who stayed behind in the clinic, but Osamu Dazai can tell at a glance that the leader actually cares about the dark little man.

Mori Ogai rested his elbows on the desk, folded his hands, put his chin on them, and looked at Osamu Dazai.

There is no wave in the ancient well in the moo of the boy's kite color.

Suddenly, a smile slowly appeared in the kite-colored eyes.

"I'll go." The boy said.

clinic.

Qiyu read medical books as usual, trying to find the unfamiliar places from the proficiency, and then overcome them.

Because the curtains were drawn all the time, the lights were turned on inside the clinic, and the sunrise and sunset outside could not be seen, so Saitama could only determine the time by looking at the clock.

When the needle was pointing to four, Zhongyuan Zhongya suddenly stood up and went to open the window.

Outside the window, the boy standing upside down against the wall didn't know what to use to strangle his neck. He was looking over with his eyes open, "I'm a robot without emotion."

'boom'!

The window was closed heavily, and Zhong Yuanzhong also stood still.

"Is there anyone outside?" Saitama heard a voice.

"No." The orange-haired boy's voice was a little stiff.

'Toot toot'.

There was a knock on the window.

Saitama turned to look over.

"Ah, let me see what's outside." Zhong Yuan was not afraid of being questioned by people outside, but when facing Saitama, he felt a little guilty because he lied just now.

The window was opened again, and the brown-haired boy outside was still standing upside down. After the figure of the orange-haired boy appeared in the iris-colored pupils, he got up by himself and tried to look into the clinic, "The machine nie without emotion"

"What do you want him for?" Zhong Yuanzhong also blocked the window to prevent him from seeing inside.

"There is someone." Qiyu heard the voice and was sure there was someone, so he walked over.

A bandaged hand immediately grabbed the window, and soon a brown head came in, and the iris-colored eyes flashed, and finally the figure of an ordinary boy appeared in the pupils.