Chapter 223: The Wheelchair Boss, Professor Ming Yu
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Sitting in the wheelchair was a middle-aged man with a slender face and a slightly pale complexion.
He had a pair of beautiful eyes, but the irises appeared abnormal, as if covered with a layer of shadow.
Zeng Chuan pushed the wheelchair to the center of the hall and slowly spoke, “Let me introduce everyone, this is Professor Ming.”
The surname Ming was already uncommon, especially in the field of physics in China.
And the only one who could be called an “important figure” was probably him!
Hissing sounds echoed around.
“Is it Professor Ming Yu?!”
“So, he really is in a wheelchair. I thought it was just a rumor from the outside, I didn’t expect…”
“He looks so young.”
“Professor Ming was never old to begin with. He’s only 46 this year, but he’s already the top figure in domestic nuclear physics.”
“I heard he usually resides in the northwest and rarely comes back to the capital. Didn’t expect to have the chance to see him today, I’m so excited.”
Someone who could inspire admiration and excitement among peers could only imagine how high his achievements were.
“What’s wrong with his eyes? It seems… unable to focus?”
“I heard that twenty years ago, he was injured in a nuclear test accident.”
“How can he do research if he can’t see?”
“There should be technical means to solve it, and the country can’t just sit by. After all, he’s one of the leading nuclear physics experts in the country, one of the top scientific researchers in China.”
“That’s right. Although he’s rarely seen in recent years, his research results have been continuously published. He shouldn’t be completely blind.”
…
The crowd discussed in whispers, exchanging opinions.
Shen Qiannan stood still, taking a while to react: “It’s actually Uncle Ming?!”
Xie Dingyuan lightly hmm-ed.
“Wasn’t he supposed to be preparing for the ‘Red 7’ test explosion in Tingzhou? Why is he appearing in the capital at this time?”
Xie Dingyuan pondered for a moment, suddenly realizing something, his eyes slightly deepened: “Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.”
“Ah? Do you mean Uncle Ming came back for the festival?”
Xie Dingyuan shook his head.
Ming Yu’s return wasn’t for the festival, but to see that person…
Since he accepted Zeng Chuan’s invitation, Ming Yu naturally didn’t come just to make an appearance.
He spent fifteen minutes sharing his research progress and achievements over the past three years.
Due to some confidential information involved, he kept his explanation superficial, but even so, everyone present benefited greatly.
After the presentation, Ming Yu politely declined further socializing with everyone.
Zeng Chuan smiled and explained, “Professor Ming just returned from Tingzhou today, tired from the journey. It’s already difficult for him to make time to come here, so please understand.”
“Of course, Professor Ming’s health is the most important! We all understand.”
“You should take care of yourself.”
…
Shen Qiannan and Xie Dingyuan stepped forward, both saying, “Uncle Ming.”
A slight fluctuation appeared in the man’s originally silent pupils.
His eyes subconsciously focused.
Although he couldn’t see clearly, the outlines of the two figures in front of him were still vaguely discernible.
“Is it Dingyuan and Qiannan?”
Shen Qiannan squatted down, his line of sight level with Ming Yu’s, “Yes, it’s us. Why are you back?”
A faint smile appeared on Ming Yu’s expressionless face, “Got some business.”
“Do you need our help?”
“No need.” He looked at another blurry figure, “Why isn’t Dingyuan speaking?”
Shen Qiannan said, “You know him. He’s always been quiet, even more so in recent years.”
Xie Dingyuan, like Shen Qiannan, also crouched down.
Looking into Ming Yu’s eyes, he said, “Welcome back.”
His tone was serious, his expression sincere.
Ming Yu smiled and nodded, “You’re still the same as before.”
Shen Qiannan chimed in, “What about me? What about me?”
Ming Yu said, “You talk more than before.”
…
“Your research results are also better than before.”
Shen Qiannan immediately turned sorrow into joy, “Of course! I’ve been working super hard these years!”
Behind the wheelchair, Zeng Chuan couldn’t help but curl his lips: This annoying habit of seeking attention hasn’t changed at all.
After the salon ended, Xie Dingyuan got into the car.
Shen Qiannan quickly opened the car door, squeezed in, and slammed it shut, “Old Zhang! We can go now!”
The driver’s mouth twitched, his inquiring gaze turning to Xie Dingyuan.
When the latter nodded, he started the engine.
“… what are you guys trying to say?” Shen Qiannan saw it all, looking dissatisfied, “My words don’t count, and Old Xie hasn’t even said a word, and you treat it like an imperial decree?”
The driver wiped his sweat, “Mr. Shen, please don’t make it difficult for me…”
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