Chapter 223

In the wheelchair sat a thin, pale, middle-aged man.

He has a pair of good-looking eyes, but his pupils show abnormal gray, just like a layer of shadow.

Zeng Chuan pushed his wheelchair to the middle of the hall and slowly opened his mouth: "let me introduce you to Professor Ming."

The surname Ming is not common, let alone in the field of physics in China.

And I'm afraid there's only one who can be called an "important person"!

Hiss

The crowd gasped.

"Is it Professor Ming Yuming?!"

"It turned out that he was really in a wheelchair. I thought it was all misinformation from the outside. I didn't expect..."

"He looks so young."

"Professor Ming is not old either. 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 often lives in the northwest and rarely returns to the imperial capital. I didn't expect to be lucky to see him today. I'm really excited."

One can imagine how high his achievements are if he can make his peers admire him and get excited.

"What's wrong with his eyes? It seems... He can't focus?"

"I heard that I was accidentally injured in a nuclear test twenty years ago."

"How to do research when you can't see?"

"There should be technical means to solve it, and the state cannot sit idly by. After all, it is a leading nuclear physics expert and one of the top scientific researchers in China."

"That's right. Although he has rarely appeared in recent years, his research results have been published continuously. He should not be completely blind."

“……”

Everyone talked and whispered.

Shen Qiannan was stunned in situ. It took a long time to react: "it's uncle Ming!"

Xie Dingyuan said softly.

"Shouldn't he prepare 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 and suddenly thought of something. His eyes were slightly dark: "it's about to be the Mid Autumn Festival."

"Ah? You mean uncle Ming came back for the festival?"

Xie Dingyuan shook his head.

Ming Yu came back not for the festival, but to see the man

Since she accepted Zeng Chuan's invitation, Ming Yu naturally didn't come to show her face and leave.

He shared his research progress and achievements in the last three years in a quarter of an hour.

Because some confidential information was involved and could not be disclosed, he spoke very shallow, but even so, everyone present benefited a lot.

After that, Ming Yu declined to communicate with the crowd.

Zeng Chuan explained with a smile: "Professor Ming just came back from Tingzhou today. It's hard to come here. Please include more."

"Of course, Professor Ming's body is the most important! We all understand."

"You should take good care of yourself."

“……”

Shen Qiannan and Xie Dingyuan came forward and said, "Uncle Ming."

There was a slight fluctuation in the man's originally silent pupil.

Subconscious eye focus.

Although they couldn't see clearly, they could still discern the outline in front of them.

"Is it Dingyuan and Qiannan?"

Shen Qiannan squatted down, his eyes flush with it: "well, it's us. How did you come back?"

Mingyu smiled on her sparse face: "do something."

"Can we help you?"

"No." he looked at another vague figure, "why doesn't Dingyuan speak?"

Shen Qiannan: "you don't know. He always talks little. In recent years, he has been too lazy to speak."

Xie Dingyuan squatted down like Shen Qiannan.

Looking into Mingyu's eyes, he said, "welcome back."

The tone is serious and the expression is sincere.

Mingyu smiled and nodded: "you're still the same as before. You haven't changed."

Shen Qiannan: "what about me? What about me?"

Ming Yu: "talk more than before."

“……”

"The research results are also better than before."

Shen Qiannan suddenly turned sad into a smile: "of course! I've worked hard in recent years!"

Zeng Chuan, who was behind the wheelchair, couldn't help but curl his lips: the stink of earning performance hasn't changed at all.

After the salon, Xie Dingyuan sat in the car.

Shen Qiannan quickly opened the door, squeezed in, slammed and closed it again.

"Lao Zhang! You can go!"

The driver's eyes turned to Xie Dingyuan.

He didn't start the engine until the latter nodded.

"No... what do you mean?" Shen Qiannan looked in his eyes and refused. "My words are not words. Lao Xie didn't open his voice. You should be the imperial edict?"

The driver wiped his sweat: "Mr. Shen, don't embarrass me..."