Chapter 223 Wheelchair boss, Professor Ming Yu (three shifts)
Sitting on the wheelchair was a middle-aged man with a thin face and a slightly pale complexion.
He has a pair of good-looking eyes, but the pupils are abnormally blue-gray, as if they were covered with a shadow.
Zeng Chuan pushed his wheelchair to the center of the hall and said slowly, "Let me introduce to you, this is Professor Ming."
Ming's surname was originally uncommon, let alone in the domestic physics community.
And the one who can be called an "important person" is probably the only one!
hiss……
The crowd gasped.
"Is it Professor Ming Yuming?!"
"It turns out that he is really in a wheelchair. I thought it was all misinformation from the outside world, but I didn't expect..."
"He looks so young."
"Professor Ming is not old at all. He is only 46 this year, but he is already the first person in the field of nuclear physics in China."
"I heard that he lives in the northwest and rarely returns to the imperial capital. I didn't expect to see him today. I'm really excited."
A person who can make his peers admire and be excited, one can imagine how high his achievements are.
"What's wrong with his eyes? It seems... can't focus?"
"I heard that twenty years ago, during a nuclear test, I was accidentally injured."
"How can you do research if you can't see it?"
"There should be technical means to solve it, and the country cannot sit idly by. After all, he is a leading nuclear physics expert and one of the leading scientific researchers in our country."
"That's right. Although he has rarely been seen in recent years, the research results have been published continuously, so it should not be completely blind."
"..."
Everyone was talking and whispering.
Shen Qiannan was stunned in place, and it took a while to react: "It's actually Uncle Ming?!"
Xie Dingyuan hummed softly.
"Shouldn't he be preparing for the 'Red 7' test explosion in Tingzhou? Why did he appear in the imperial capital at this time?"
Xie Dingyuan pondered for a moment, suddenly thought of something, his eyes darkened slightly: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon."
"Ah? You mean Uncle Ming is back for the festival?"
Xie Dingyuan shook his head.
Ming Yu came back not for the festival, but to see that person...
Since he accepted Zeng Chuan's invitation, Ming Yu naturally didn't just show up and leave.
He shared his research progress and achievements in the last three years in a quarter of an hour.
Since some confidential information cannot be disclosed in the middle, he said very shallowly, but even so, it benefited everyone present.
After the end, Ming Yu declined to chat with everyone.
Zeng Chuan explained with a smile: "Professor Ming just came back from Tingzhou today. He was exhausted by traveling and traveling. It's not easy to take time to come here. Please be more involved."
"Of course, Professor Ming's health is the most important thing! We all understand."
"You have to take good care of yourself."
"..."
Shen Qiannan and Xie Dingyuan stepped forward, and the two said, "Uncle Ming."
A trace of fluctuation appeared in the man's originally silent pupil.
Eyes subconsciously focused.
Although he couldn't see it clearly, the outlines of the two in front of him were still vaguely recognizable.
"Is it Dingyuan and Qiannan?"
Shen Qiannan squatted down and his eyes were level with him: "Well, it's us. Why are you back?"
A smile appeared on Ming Yu's pale face: "Do something."
"Want us to help?"
"No." He looked at another vague figure, "Why doesn't Dingyuan speak?"
Shen Qiannan: "It's not that you don't know, he has always been quiet, and he has been too lazy to speak in recent years."
Xie Dingyuan, like Shen Qiannan, squatted down.
Looking into Ming Yu's eyes, he said, "Welcome back."
Serious tone, sincere expression.
Ming Yu smiled and nodded: "You are still the same as before, unchanged."
Shen Qiannan: "What about me? What about me?"
Mingyu: "There are more words than before."
"..."
"The research results are also better than before."
Shen Qiannan suddenly turned from sadness to smile: "Of course! I've worked so hard these past few years!"
When Zeng Chuan in the wheelchair heard the words, he couldn't help but pouted: The stinky problem of the performance of love has not changed at all.
After the salon, Xie Dingyuan got into the car.
Shen Qiannan quickly opened the car door, squeezed in, slammed it, and closed it again.
"Old Zhang! You can go!"
The corner of the driver's mouth twitched, and his inquiring eyes turned to Xie Dingyuan.
He waited until the latter nodded before starting the engine.
"No... What do you two mean?" Shen Qiannan looked at him with a dissatisfied expression, "My words are not words, and the old thank you didn't open your mouth, you are the imperial edict?"
The driver wiped his sweat: "Mr. Shen, don't embarrass me..."
Ming Yu, yu, four tones.
Three shifts, one thousand words, everyone will read it, good night