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Back at the clinic, the orange-haired boy carefully transferred the boy who had recovered his vital signs to the hospital bed.

Although the vital signs recovered, the boy still kept his eyes closed.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also worried, and looked closer, trying to make sure he was awake.

Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes, and the magnified face of the orange-haired boy was reflected in his kite pupils.

"Small, short, son."

"Wake up." Nakahara Nakaya quickly jumped back and stood beside Saitama, "Mackerel!"

Qiyu prepared all the medicines and pushed the cart over, "Are you awake? You don't feel much now, do you? But the effects of the medicine have been completely eliminated, and the feeling on your body will slowly return. The wound is deep and it will be very, special, painful." .”

"Your ability 'Disqualification in the World' will eliminate all abilities, so you can't ask people with abilities to help you."

"I have prepared analgesics and pain pumps now, both have advantages and disadvantages, and they cannot help you relieve pain all the time, so you have to fully bear the pain in your body for at least a period of time."

The words of the ordinary boy in a white coat seemed to have magical powers, and the feeling on Osamu Dazai slowly returned.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

"No, can, struggle, struggle, it will affect the recovery of the wound." Saitama stepped forward and held down the boy who was trying to sit up, "Don't struggle, or I will give you a muscle relaxant, so that you can't get up no matter what , can only lie still."

Pain is also a way to meet death and find new life from death. Osamu Dazai's "Comprehensive Sex Manual" has related introductions. He has also tried it, and he has tried it more than once.

The wound on his chest was indeed extremely painful, but it was not his limit.

He wanted to get up, not because of the pain in the wound, but because the boy standing in front of the hospital bed had an indifferent expression, wearing a white coat as if wrapped in an impeccable battle robe, obviously the actual distance was very close, but the two were far away from each other far away.

Two people who have become friends, even two people who went to eat curry rice, something split in the middle.

Saitama took out the injection with a stern face, and the brown-haired boy couldn't get up completely once the needle was inserted.

"Chuya, let's go." Saitama turned around, took off his white coat, and went to Nakahara Chuya to pick up the clinic key, "I didn't plan to open the clinic today. The damage to the office building has worsened, and the maintenance cost will definitely increase. Our burden has grown."

"Saitama." Nakahara Nakaya looked back at the young man lying on the hospital bed. He seemed unable to move his head, so he could only look this way with his eyes.

Saitama pulled Nakahara Chuya out, "Let's go."

The door of the clinic opened gently, closed again, and locked.

Complete isolation.

Chuya Nakahara looked back at the door of the clinic, but couldn't see anything because there were thick curtains drawn behind the glass, "Saitama, the floor that was destroyed in the end was because of the mackerel, and it shouldn't be on the two of us."

The King of Sheep has always been very clear about right and wrong, and he will never deny that he destroyed it by himself, but if it is because of someone else, then he will never carry it on his back.

"I know." Qiyu glanced at the sky, the sun was hanging in the middle of the sky, "Let's go eat."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood still.

Qiyu walked a few steps, came back again, held the hand of the orange-haired boy, and said softly: "I'm worried. Dazai's pursuit is different from others, and I won't stop him from pursuing what he wants, but I want to do something..."

The dying boy Mori Ogai brought back from the outside was already covered with scars. Afterwards, he would always find a new way to die after being alive and kicking for a few days, and then try his best to come back alive.

It's painful, but it's what he's after.

"Sleeping aids are very bad for the body. I hope he can change a little in the future and stop ruining himself like this."

"Chuya, we are friends, what if one day he misses and we lose him?"

The cold boy's body could no longer be warmed up, it became colder and colder, and gradually became stiff, completely turning into a corpse.

"Especially, I'm very close to you, we get along almost day and night, so I know what you think."

Although every time I see Osamu Dazai, I am very unhappy, either bickering or jumping up to give him a good look, even though Osamu Dazai is also the same, but Saitama can see clearly from the side: the two seemingly disharmonious teenagers, In fact, they have a natural bond that they haven't discovered by themselves, which is an absolutely perfect relationship that can cooperate with each other.

"I thought you were angry." The orange-haired boy lowered his head, his face slowly turning red.

"Not angry." Saitama pointed to the clinic, put his index finger to his mouth and softly 'shushed', and pulled Nakahara Nakaya away quickly.

Will not be angry because they both think the same.

It's rare that he doesn't have to stay in the clinic to eat lunch at noon, so Saitama decides to eat the fried chicken set meal which is very popular in the burger shop.

Saitama ordered two.

The fragrant and warm wings were wrapped in golden bread crumbs, and after being dipped in tomato sauce, the taste made Saitama squint his eyes comfortably.It's so good to have another delicious fried chicken after saving money continuously.

"There are no empty tables in the entire restaurant. Misaka Misaka looked for a long time, and suddenly saw a familiar little brother. Can I share a table? Misaka Misaka looked at the little brother pitifully, waiting for an answer."

The girl with the beard on her head looked at Saitama pitifully.

"Okay." Saitama moved the tray, leaving enough room for the girl.

"Thank you little brother, Misaka Misaka is very happy."

The boy with a slightly crazy expression held a coffee in one hand and a plate with a children's set meal in the other, and followed the girl to share the table with Saitama.

Children's meals are given to girls, and teenagers drink coffee alone.

The girl who calls herself Misaka Misaka looks very similar to the girl Saitama met last time when she was shopping for a small mirror in the supermarket, but her age and personality are different.

Saitama thinks they all come from the same place.

"I want to ask you about someone, is that okay?" Saitama decided to ask them about Dr. Guatai.

"Huh?" The white-haired boy looked over, his red pupils were dangerously distorted, "I am."

No one would ask for news, especially the ordinary-looking boy who belonged to the bright world.

"Inquire about a person who looks a lot like Guta," Saitama said.

Although the white-haired boy behaved like a stranger and kept saying that he was, he didn't attack anyone. He even protected Misaka Misaka girl very well. Do not hesitate.

Saitama will not think who he is just because he says he is. He has eyes to see and ears to hear, so he can judge by himself.

"By the way, last time you gave too much money, I want to return it to you." Saitama looked down for the money clip.

On the narrow dining table, the Misaka Misaka girl took small bites of the children's set menu with a spoon, the orange-haired boy put down the fried chicken in his hand, narrowed his blue eyes, and looked at the white-haired boy.

"Central Plains Chuya." The orange-haired boy looked over with warning eyes.

The two teenagers were silently warning each other, because they smelled the unique aura that belonged to the same kind, that kind of darkness and distortion, but they were extremely eager for the light, and would rather fly moths to the flame to the light.

The last time we met, the white-haired boy warned the orange-haired boy.

During this meeting, the orange-haired boy looked at Misaka Misaka girl and warned him: If you guard such a girl, you will be swallowed up by the residents of the dark world at all moments of light.

"Ah, found it."

The ordinary-looking boy took out a wad of money from his wallet and raised his head.

In an instant, those who drink coffee drink coffee, those who eat fried chicken eat fried chicken, it seems that it was just the simplest exchange of names just now.

"It's for you, I don't want it." Accelerator turned his head away from looking at Saitama.

The boy's voice was not clear, but very hoarse.

Seeing that the money hadn't been returned, Qiyu looked at the young man seriously, "Go to the clinic when you have time, and I'll prescribe you some medicine to protect your throat. You don't look physically strong, even if you are very capable, you can You won’t always be dependent on your own abilities.”

Because the teenager lying in the clinic can eliminate all superpowers (superpowers).

'Human disqualification'.

"No need." The white-haired boy refused without hesitation. His ability is very useful, and there is no need to give up his ability to rely on other things.

He, is, the most, the strongest, the one!

"Hey, if you don't use your ability, you will lose even if you wrestle with me." Saitama was not frightened by the young man's bravado, "In my mind, Chuya is the best."

Regardless of whether he is the strongest or not, the orange-haired boy has very good physical fitness and is a master of physical arts. He is the most perfect existence in Saitama's heart.

The thin orange-haired boy switched instantly, like a giant beast overwhelming the sky.Accelerator sneered, "I won't lose my ability."

Never will.

"Hey, come to the clinic if you have time, and I'll help you arrange it." Saitama said, "Sister Misaka Misaka also needs to take some vitamin tablets appropriately. Children's ones with a little sweetness are fine. My clinic has The best quality, I'll get it for you when you go."

"I want it. Misaka Misaka said in a low voice." Misaka Misaka girl has obediently finished the set meal and wants to take vitamin pills.

"I still want to ask about Dr. Gua Tai." Qiyu looked at the white-haired boy expectantly, "I also want to ask, do you know someone who can decorate that kind of high-rise office building?"