Chapter 223: The Wheelchair Boss, Professor Ming Yu (Part 3)
Sitting in the wheelchair was a middle-aged man with a thin face and slightly pale complexion.
He had a pair of beautiful eyes, but his pupils were an abnormal blue-gray color, as if covered by a layer of shadow.
Zeng Chuan pushed the wheelchair to the center of the hall and slowly said, "Let me introduce everyone, this is Professor Ming."
The surname Ming is not common, especially in the domestic physics community.
And the only one who can be called an "important person" is probably him!
hiss……
Everyone gasped.
"Is it Professor Ming Yuming?!"
"So he really is in a wheelchair. I thought it was all a misunderstanding, but I didn't expect..."
"He looks so young."
"Professor Ming isn't old. He's only 46, but he's already the leading figure in nuclear physics in China."
"I heard he often lives in the northwest and rarely returns to the imperial capital. I didn't expect to have the honor of meeting him today. I am so excited."
If a person can make his peers admire him and feel excited, you can imagine how successful he is.
"What's wrong with his eyes? It seems... he can't focus?"
"I heard that he was accidentally injured during a nuclear test twenty years ago."
“How can I do research if I can’t see?”
"There should be technical means to solve it, and the country can't just sit back and watch. After all, he is a leading nuclear physicist and one of my country's top scientific researchers today."
"That's right. Although he's rarely seen in public these days, he's been publishing research results continuously, so he's probably not completely blind."
“…”
Everyone was talking and whispering.
Shen Qiannan was stunned and it took him a while to react: "It's Uncle Ming?!"
Xie Dingyuan hummed lightly.
"Shouldn't he be in Tingzhou preparing for the Red 7 test? Why is he in the Imperial Capital at this time?"
Xie Dingyuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, his eyes darkening slightly: "Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon."
"Ah? You mean Uncle Ming is coming back for the holidays?"
Xie Dingyuan shook his head.
Mingyu came back not to celebrate the festival, but to see that person...
Since Ming Yu had accepted Zeng Chuan's invitation, he naturally didn't just show up and leave.
He spent a quarter of an hour sharing his research progress and achievements in the past three years.
Because some confidential information was involved and could not be disclosed, he spoke in a very simple way, but even so, everyone present benefited a lot.
After the meeting, Ming Yu politely declined to exchange pleasantries with everyone.
Zeng Chuan smiled and explained, "Professor Ming just returned from Tingzhou today. He was exhausted from the journey, so it's not easy for him to find time to come here. I hope everyone will bear with him."
"Of course, Professor Ming's health is the most important! We all understand."
"You have to take good care of yourself."
“…”
Shen Qiannan and Xie Dingyuan stepped forward, and the two of them said, “Uncle Ming.”
A hint of fluctuation appeared in the man's originally silent pupils.
Eyes focus subconsciously.
Although it was not very clear, the outlines of the two people in front of me were still vaguely discernible.
"Is it Dingyuan and Qiannan?"
Shen Qiannan squatted down, his eyes level with it: "Yes, it's us. Why are you back?"
A smile appeared on Ming Yu's expressionless face: "I need to do something."
"Do you want our help?"
"No need." He looked at another blurry figure, "Why isn't Ding Yuan talking?"
Shen Qiannan: “You know, he has always been a man of few words, and in recent years he has been too lazy to speak.”
Xie Dingyuan also squatted down like Shen Qiannan.
Looking into Mingyu's eyes, he said, "Welcome back."
The tone is serious and the expression is sincere.
Ming Yu smiled and nodded: "You are still the same as before, you haven't changed."
Shen Qiannan: "What about me? What about me?"
Ming Yu: "I talk more than before."
“…”
“The research results are also better than before.”
Shen Qiannan immediately turned sadness into laughter: "Of course! I have worked super hard in the past few years!"
Zeng Chuan, who was in a wheelchair, couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard this: He still hasn't changed his bad habit of wanting to show off.
After the salon ended, Xie Dingyuan got into the car.
Shen Qiannan quickly opened the car door, squeezed in, and slammed it shut.
"Lao Zhang! You can go now!"
The driver's mouth twitched and he looked at Xie Dingyuan inquiringly.
He waited until the latter nodded before starting the engine.
"No...what do you two mean?" Shen Qiannan saw it and said with dissatisfaction, "My words are not words. Old Xie didn't even say a word, do you think it's an imperial decree?"
The driver wiped his sweat and said, "Mr. Shen, please don't embarrass me..."
Ming Yu, yu, fourth tone.
Third update, 1,000 words, everyone just read it, good night~
(End of this chapter)
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