Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

On the small table in the room, the plastic bag was opened, revealing a large pile of ginger inside.

"Chuya." Qiyu couldn't help but hold his forehead, feeling that his hair was falling out again, "Why did you buy so much ginger?"

Nakahara Chuya only has so little pocket money every day, and Saitama originally wanted him to take it for emergencies, at least to use it where it should be used.

"The supermarket has a special price on ginger."

"But you can buy so much that you can't use it all up. If you have to throw it away until it rots, it's a waste." Saitama rarely puts on a straight face, and seriously preaches to the teenagers who live together, "We only have so much money on hand. Must save money as much as possible…”

The saved money can be used to do many things, such as buying a new suit for the orange-haired boy, going to the game hall for two people to play together, and what's more, you can also buy discounted tickets to travel abroad.

Saitama said what he planned, and the orange-haired boy lowered his head, getting lower and lower.

He's not ruining the life plans of his cohabitants and shouldn't be preached.

"I heard that some people use ginger when washing their hair..."

That's why Baba ran to buy a lot of ginger.

It turned out that he spent all his pocket money and bought so much ginger, which seemed redundant, to treat his hair loss problem.

"Sorry." Saitama's voice was very low. He had always planned to live a frugal life, but suddenly found that Nakahara was a bit wasteful, so he couldn't help it.

In fact, Zhongyuan Central Committee also took him in and let him live there. Not only did they not ask him for rent, but they even protected him in every way.

He is under the fence now, so he should have the self-knowledge of being under the fence.

"I apologize to you." Saitama apologized solemnly, "Thank you for buying the ginger, I will try it."

"You don't need to apologize, that's what I should do." When being lectured, the orange-haired boy felt very guilty, but he was even more uncomfortable when he was suddenly apologized, "You are a member of the sheep, and I have an obligation to take good care of you. You are mine. Responsibility..."

The problem of hair loss is really serious, even the King of Sheep finds it extremely difficult, and he has no confidence that it can be solved.

"I'll try it tonight." Saitama took a few pieces of ginger and ran to clean it.

There are rumors that some people think that ginger can effectively relieve hair loss problems, and there are even some shampoos, conditioners, etc. that focus on ginger juice.From a doctor's point of view, Qiyu couldn't directly analyze the active ingredients in ginger, but the rumors were not groundless, so he decided to try it himself.

Wash the ginger, steam it in boiling water for a while to sterilize it, then chop it and squeeze the juice.

Then wash your hair the way you normally wash your hair.

The strong ginger smell is mixed with the hair. Even after washing with water several times, the scalp still has a strong ginger smell.

"Do you want to wash it again with shampoo?" Zhong Yuanzhong also squatted beside him, watching carefully, and found that after the hair was washed away by the water, he couldn't help but secretly nervous.

"Shampoo will destroy some ingredients, keep it for now." Saitama made a decision.

Zhongya Nakahara ran to get a towel, rubbed it on Saitama's head, and smelled the strong smell of ginger. For some reason, he always remembered the ninja warrior in the food: he can disguise himself as any dish, and he can't see any flaws at all. ginger.

Hmm, but an ordinary teenager with wet and tousled hair looks very tasty, a bit delectable.

After drying his hair, Saitama remembered that he still needs to observe his eyelashes, but he hasn't bought a small mirror yet, so he can only ask Nakahara Chuya, "Help me count how many eyelashes I have."

Zhong Yuanzhong also came to help, looking closely at the young man's clear eyes.

The clear face of the orange-haired boy was reflected in the clear pupils, and the face of the black-haired boy was also reflected in the blue eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly felt that his eyesight was a bit poor, so he couldn't help but get closer.

"It happened." Saitama leaned back slightly, "Look carefully, I have to remember the quantity, and see if my eyelashes will fall off."

Ever since he admitted to the orange-haired boy that he would lose his hair, Saitama no longer concealed it, but calmly shared his secret with his cohabitants and explored it together.

"Do you count the left and right sides, up and down?" Zhong Yuanzhong also said, thinking how many he had already counted, well, he quickly forgot and had to count again.

"Yes." Qiyu nodded slightly.

It's just that the two of them were too close, and their cheeks touched again.

Saitama quickly leaned back, and for some reason, Nakahara Chuya felt a little hotter than usual.

"Hurry up."

"It's counting."

Finally, after counting the left, right, upper and lower eyelashes, I got four numbers in total.

Qiyu firmly remembered it in his heart, thinking that it would be best to find a pen and paper to write it down.It's just that he forgot that he was leaning back all the time, and in order to see the thin eyelashes on his eyes clearly, Nakahara had to lean forward, and the postures of both of them were tilted unconsciously.

As soon as Qiyu moved, he bumped into Nakahara Chuya, and he fell backwards.

The orange-haired boy pulled him subconsciously, and he was carried backward by Saitama. The speed at this moment was too fast, and he didn't even have time to use his supernatural ability.

Both fell down.

However, Nakahara also reacted quickly. He grabbed Saitama with one hand and patted the floor lightly with the other, and the two of them escaped the gravity of the earth and floated up.

"Ah, the porridge is boiling in the pot and it's about to overflow." Saitama patted Nakahara Chuya lightly.

"Oh." Nakahara Chuya didn't know anything about cooking, so he quickly put Qitama down, as if facing a big enemy.

The small pot quickly bubbled with white foam, and the lid was opened and it ran out.

Qiyu stepped forward quickly, before he had time to wrap it in a towel, he reached out and took the pot down, his hands were so hot that he almost jumped up.

"I should come."

He has supernatural powers, which is better than Saitama.

Qiyu rinsed his fingers with cold water, and looked over disapprovingly, "If you come here, you will only overturn the pot. What will we have for dinner then?"

"Do you still do sit-ups at night?" Zhong Yuanzhong also changed the subject bluntly.

"Do it," Saitama said.

Once you make a good decision, you must stick to it, no matter what happens.

The magnified face of Zhongyuan Zhongye is close at hand, no matter how magnified the face of the beautiful boy is, he is still a beautiful boy, and it will not make him ugly.

"Aren't you busy?" Qiyu got up and made the bed.

"I just came back from work." Nakahara Nakaya followed behind Saitama step by step.

The soft pillow was smooth and had a faint smell of ginger, so Qiyu decided to take it out to dry.

"How much did I drop?" Saitama asked.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head, babbled for a while, and said four numbers first.

The number of eyelashes on the left, right, upper and lower eyes has changed: all of them are reduced by two!

"I thought it was just a hair problem." Saitama was stunned, "It turned out to be a hair follicle problem."

"Ginger doesn't do me any good."

"Chuya, how much hair have I lost?"

Unable to delay any longer, Zhong Yuanzhong also said a number in a low voice.

The number is not large, and it is a drop in the bucket for the thick hair that is still present, but this kind of shedding is continuous and cannot be interrupted at all, and the regeneration can't keep up with the speed of shedding.

And there is also a boy with orange hair for comparison.

The orange hair never falls off, the eyelashes are always thick, and the eyebrows are a natural and perfect shape, which adds a bit of autumn color to his handsome face, and looks good without dead ends.

"Think of another way." Zhong Yuanzhong also said hastily, "This is just a way. There are so many people in the world, even if ordinary people can't do it, there are still people with supernatural abilities."

Only one method was used. Even rationally speaking from the perspective of probability, it is very likely to fail.

"There's still a lot of ginger left." Saitama scratched his ginger-smelling hair, feeling a bit embarrassed for a moment.

The ginger has been bought back, it belongs to the fresh category, there is no major defect, and the supermarket does not accept returns.

It seems that it is not appropriate to give it to others. It is strange not to give ginger to Dazai or Oda.

Qiyu subconsciously took the leaflets of major supermarkets and studied them. After seeing white sugar promotions, he had an idea in his mind, "Chuya, go to the supermarket to buy white sugar today, and buy more."

"Okay." Although he didn't know why he bought so much sugar, Zhong Yuan Zhong also agreed.

Ginger can be made into ginger candy, which tastes a little bit spicy, but more sweet, which is a very good snack.

Qiyu specially took some ginger candies and gave them to Dazai when he came to the clinic.

"I don't know when Oda will come, and I have prepared for him." Saitama asked Dazai, "Is he busy with work recently?"

Wearing a black windbreaker and a three-piece suit with bandages, the bandage boy reached out for the bandages that Saitama had prepared, while opening the old bandages on his hands. The old and new wounds looked shocking. People instantly think of the crisis and new life at that time.

"The members at the bottom have very little rest time, and overtime is the daily routine."

"Bandage man, are you still pursuing?" Qiyu came to help.

The bandage man turned around quickly, refusing the little doctor's help.

"Did Mr. Mori arrange a lot of tasks for you?" Saitama didn't force it, but quickly put on his gloves, dug out a lump of ointment, took off the old bandage on the bandage's neck, and stretched out his hand to wipe it on, "The new wound , almost threatened the main artery. The feeling at that time...was it the death energy mixed with a weak new life? You are pursuing the new life, but the price you paid is a bit high. Obviously such a beautiful body..."