Sitting in 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 gray, as if covered by a layer of shadow.
Zeng Chuan pushed the wheelchair to the middle of the hall, and said slowly, "Let me introduce to you, this is Professor Ming."
The surname Ming was originally not common, let alone in the domestic physics circle.
And the only one who can be called an "important person" is probably that one!
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Everyone gasped.
"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 number one 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 enough to meet him today. I'm so excited."
A person who can make everyone in the industry look adored and 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?"
"There should be technical means to solve it, and the country can't sit idly by. After all, he is a leading nuclear physics expert and one of the top scientific researchers in our country."
"That's right. Although he has rarely been seen in the past these years, the research results have been published continuously, so he should not be completely blind."
"..."
Everyone talked and whispered.
Shen Qiannan froze in place, and it took him a while to realize: "It's actually Uncle Ming?!"
Xie Dingyuan hummed lightly.
"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, then suddenly thought of something, his eyes darkened slightly: "It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Ah? You mean Uncle Ming is back for the holidays?"
Xie Dingyuan shook his head.
Ming Yu came back not for the holidays, but to see that person...
Now that he accepted Zeng Chuan's invitation, Ming Yu naturally didn't just show up and leave.
He shared his research progress and results in the last three years in a quarter of an hour.
Since some confidential information involved cannot be disclosed, he said very shallowly, but even so, it benefited everyone present a lot.
After the end, Ming Yu politely declined to exchange pleasantries with everyone.
Zeng Chuan explained with a smile: "Professor Ming just came back from Tingzhou today, and the journey was exhausting. It is not easy to find time to come here. Please bear with me."
"Of course Professor Ming's body is the most important! We all understand."
"You have to take care of yourself."
"..."
Shen Qiannan and Xie Dingyuan stepped forward, "Uncle Ming."
There was a slight fluctuation in the man's originally silent pupils.
The eyes subconsciously focus.
Although they couldn't see clearly, the outlines of the two people in front of them were still vaguely discernible.
"Dingyuan and Qiannan?"
Shen Qiannan squatted down, his eyes were at the same level: "Well, it's us. Why are you back?"
A smile appeared on Ming Yu's indifferent face: "Do something."
"You want us to help?"
"No need." He looked at another blurred figure, "Why doesn't Ding Yuan speak?"
Shen Qiannan: "It's not that you don't know, he has always talked less, and he has been too lazy to speak in recent years."
Xie Dingyuan also squatted down like Shen Qiannan.
Looking into Ming Yu's eyes, he said, "Welcome back."
The tone is serious and the expression is sincere.
Ming Yu nodded with a smile: "You are still the same as before, unchanged."
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 sadness into a smile: "Of course! I've worked so hard these past few years!"
Zeng Chuan, who was behind the wheelchair, couldn't help curling his lips when he heard the words: The stinking problem of love to show off is still the same.
After the salon, Xie Dingyuan got into the car.
Shen Qiannan quickly opened the car door, squeezed in, and closed it again with a bang.
"Old Zhang! You can go!"
The corner of the driver's mouth twitched, and his questioning eyes turned to Xie Dingyuan.
He waited until the latter nodded before starting the engine.
"No... what do you two mean?" Shen Qiannan saw it in his eyes, with a face of dissatisfaction, "My words are not words, and the old Xie even didn't say anything, do you take it as an imperial edict?"
The driver wiped his sweat: "Mr. Shen, don't embarrass me..."