Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

The minimum discount for special products in large supermarkets means that the quantity is limited and they need to be snapped up, which usually attracts many housewives to snatch them up.

The slightly slender ordinary black-haired boy was squeezed among these women who were taller than him and stronger than him. He couldn't move freely at all, and was squeezed by the crowd and drifted with the crowd.

The famous King of Sheep on Leibo Street had great strength and good luck, and managed to squeeze to the front, but he lost the black-haired boy and immediately turned around to try to squeeze back.

"Don't come back, get the food first." Saitama struggled to reach out, seeing Nakahara Chuya wanted to come back, he hurriedly raised his voice.

"What are you taking?" The orange-haired boy hurriedly turned around.

He is at the front, and he has the advantage. It takes only a few seconds to get the food and he can come back to save the black-haired boy who is drifting with the crowd.

"Lettuce, carrots, beef, curry."

"Kale, sesame seeds, walnuts, black fungus."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood at the front, looking at the rows of green, red, and black vegetables, which were not vegetables, but numb.

The King of Sheep, who lives on Leibo Street, has been inside the sheep since he can remember. He has never been in contact with cooking. He can recognize the cooked food, but some of the raw materials that have not been processed are really far from each other.

"trouble."

Ordinary teenagers with little strength, no stature, and no supernatural powers have long been submerged in the crowd.

The orange-haired boy pushed hard to push away the crowd, pushed aside the bodies that were almost stuck together, squeezed a gap between them, stretched out his hand, grabbed Saitama's hand firmly, and pulled him out.

He opened the way ahead and let the rest hide behind.

Finally squeezed out of the crowd and went to line up at the cashier, Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked at the crowds in the distance, and still had some lingering fears.

Supermarkets open in the light are also "dangerous", even the famous King of Sheep almost collapsed.

"Are you all right?" When it was their turn to pay, Nakahara looked at Saitama holding a can of fruit wine, and remembered that there seemed to be no wine in their plan.

The wine is not cheap, even if there is only one can, they are not rich, and the money used this time is the reward that Saitama got for doing a favor before.

The orange-haired boy quickly panicked.

"All right." Saitama put the fruit wine on the cash register to scan the code, "This is a surprise, and it's also a special product."

The corners of the orange-haired boy's eyes and brows lightened up.

They bought a lot of bargains, a small stove, a small pot, a few bowls that were cheap because they were defective, and two full handbags of various kinds before they were all filled.

The supermarket was a bit far from Leibo Street, Nakahara Nakaya ran back quickly with a handbag and Saitama on his back.

They took out these things one by one in the small room. The stove was placed on the window sill, and the most common chopping board and knife were placed on it, and then seasonings and various ingredients were placed on it, and delicious meals could be cooked. .

"Is it okay to have curry rice today?" Saitama discussed with Nakahara Chuya.

"Okay." The orange-haired boy's voice was very soft.

In the past, when he was hungry, he always tried to get something to eat. They were the simplest bread and rice balls.

Speaking of which, he had never eaten curry rice.

The rich curry soup is poured on the rice, and the soup mixes with a tempting fragrance.

Qiyu opened the fruit wine and poured it into the special glass bought in the supermarket, which was just two glasses.

Nakahara Chuya put down the spoon he had already picked up, and clasped his hands together, but he didn't say anything, but just recited silently along with Saitama in his heart.

The curry is delicious, the beef pieces inside are soft and delicious, with the rice, Zhongyuanzhong also ate three bowls in succession, and he was a little bit full.

The wine glass was also empty.

Qiyu cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and had to take them outside to clean them before taking them back to put them away. It took less than 10 minutes to finish all this work. When he opened the door and came back, he saw Nakahara Nakaya standing in the middle of the room like a tumbler , Seeing him open the door, he rushed over.

The boy's body was shrouded in red light, hanging lightly and weightlessly on the rest of his body.

"Chung Ye?"

The boy shrouded in red light reached out to grab Saitama's hair.

"!" Saitama tensed up instantly.

He only knew that he would become bald when he became stronger, and he didn't seem to be sure if his hair was plucked out by someone, what if.

Wow, I feel like my head is getting bigger.Grab a handful of hair for the first time to see if there is any hair falling out between your fingers.

No.

But my hair always seems to be getting thinner.

He has already forgotten what happened last night, and there seems to be a very powerful switch in his mind, completely shutting down the memory and refusing to recall it.

"It should be just an illusion." Saitama scratched his hair again, feeling that it should be an illusion.

This time he went to the clinic to bring a bento, and he also prepared a copy for Zhong Yuan.

"I'm the king of sheep. How can a leader bring a bento?" Nakahara Nakahara said so, holding the bento with one hand, and sending Saitama to the clinic.

After Qiyu finished cleaning, he held the medical book and read it carefully. He had already read the basics. Although he couldn't recite it backwards, he had already done it.

"Rin Taro, buy a cake." The blond-haired young girl began to make daily inquiries.

"I'll go out for a while." Mori Ogai didn't just agree to the blond girl as usual, but suddenly stood up and planned to go out immediately, "Saitama, the clinic is temporarily closed. Before I come back, anyone can come." Don't open the door."

"Understood." Saitama put down the medical book, and when Mori Ogai left, he hurriedly hung up the closed sign, closed all the doors and windows, and drew the curtains.

It used to be like this when Mori Ogai was out of the clinic, and it's no different now.

It's just that the dark part of Yokohama has become more and more chaotic recently, and it has even begun to infect the daylight.The port mafias, who are supposed to operate in the dark, have appeared more and more frequently in the daylight and began to disrupt order.

Saitama once heard from a patient who came to see the doctor that the port mafia was becoming more and more chaotic, and even the darkness of Yokohama was becoming more and more unsettled. More and more conflicts appeared, and there were sacrifices and casualties almost every moment.

As the leader got older, he gradually lost his wisdom and became more and more chaotic and unreasonable.

If things go on like this, chaos and conflicts will appear more frequently, and they will gradually press towards the bright side, eventually throwing the whole of Yokohama into chaos.

"It turns out that darkness also needs to be ruled." Saitama took a pen to outline the human body diagram in the book, and quietly recited the medical knowledge that he had written down.

Outside the clinic.

Many people have long been displeased with the clinic. Although some people were injured and could only come here for treatment, it also allowed the clinic to obtain a lot of valuable information.In the increasingly chaotic darkness, such a clinic is a big variable in the eyes of smart people, so we must act first.

Someone swaggered towards the clinic and tried to knock on the door.

In his spare time, he jumped onto the rooftop again, and the orange-haired boy who was observing the clinic from a distance made a 'tsk' sound, and his body turned into a beam of light and shot out.The person who had been paying attention to the orange-haired boy suddenly understood, "Look, I really am looking for an enemy."

The boy fell to the ground, and a small pit appeared under his feet.

"Hello." He lowered his head and said, "Who told you to come?"

"Who are you? Why do you care..." The person who knocked on the door turned his head impatiently, and what greeted him was a fist shrouded in red light.

Gravity changed direction, causing the person who smashed the door to fly straight out, turning into a star in the sky.

The rest of the people were terrified, but before they could do it themselves, they all flew out one by one.

When they flew out, they could probably recognize the identity of the orange-haired boy: the famous King of Sheep on Leibo Street.

"There seems to be a sound outside."

No one was outside.

In the sight that Saitama couldn't see, Sanhuamao squatted on the clean roof tiles and licked its paws.

Although the young man suspected of coming from the light is in the clinic in the dark, he is not in danger. He is well protected, so he can rest assured for a while, and does not need to stare at the protection all the time.

Qiyu opened the medical book again to learn new knowledge.

When Mori Ogai came back, he saw the broken hole at the door of the clinic, his eyes were sharp for a moment, then quickly stretched, and he took out the key to open the door as if nothing had happened.

The doctor in a white coat didn't just bring back cakes, he also brought back a brown-haired boy with a little bit of natural curls.

"Saitama, come and take a look." Mori Ogai threw the brown-haired boy down, turned his head and whispered to Alice, he didn't intend to care about lying still, the brown-haired boy who didn't even seem to be breathing anymore Fat boy.

Quickly check and press to find the cause, but if the exact cause cannot be found, the traditional first aid steps are used to carry out step by step accurately.

Saitama folded his hands together, pressed the brown-haired boy's chest, leaned over again, and put his ear close to his chest to listen to the sound of his heartbeat.

"Yes." The sound of a beating heart means being alive.

But before he could breathe, Saitama stretched out his hand to pinch the boy's mouth, a little bit tangled.

According to the book, he should breathe now, and he should have no other thoughts.

Doctors are like this, sometimes they need to become emotionless machines.

"I'm a machine without emotion." Saitama said, pinching the boy's nose and slowly possessing him.

Saitama was still a little entangled, he didn't meet the standard of being a doctor in his heart, he closed his eyes unqualifiedly, didn't look at the boy's pretty face, and didn't see his open iris eyes.