Quick Transmigration: The Matchmaker System Helps Me Find a Match

A few minutes before the train departed, the seat next to Gu Huan was occupied.

It was a skinny, skinny woman with a dark complexion and patched clothes, about 50 or [-] years old, with a sleeping little boy wrapped in torn clothes in her arms.

As soon as he got to his seat, he clasped the child tightly in his arms and looked around vigilantly.

Contrary to the woman, this child looks very festive, with white and plump cheeks, delicate skin, and high-end fabrics exposed from the shabby clothes.

Gu Huan tilted his head slightly, listening to the little boy's breathing.

The interval is short, the heartbeat and breathing speed up, the complexion is flushed, and the limbs are not as natural as usual when sleeping, more like drooping without strength.

In just a few breaths, Gu Huan judged the problem.

Without changing his face, Gu Huan continued to lean over to Su Wei's ear, seemingly helping someone arrange their scarves, but actually whispering.

"Baby, do you want to be a good person?"

Su raised his head in doubt, followed Gu Huan's gaze and glanced at the mother and child next to him.

With an instant thought, he sat up straight.

"Ah Huan, help me fetch some oranges."

Gu Huan did as he did, and took out a handful of bright yellow oranges from his luggage.

Su Wei peeled off half of it and almost stuffed it into his mouth. As if he just realized it, he took two and handed them to the woman next to him.

"Auntie, does the child get motion sickness too? Do you want this orange? It will work very well."

Su Wei was dealing with a woman suspected of being a human trafficker, while Gu Huan let go of his mental strength and carefully observed the facial expressions of the other people in the car.

"No, no need, my children are asleep, so there is no need for these." The woman involuntarily hugged the child tightly, and replied with evasive eyes.

"Okay." Su Wei didn't persuade her much, she withdrew her hand and continued to eat her oranges.

Gu Huan quietly gave Su Wei three fingers, and sneakily held his baby's left hand.

Before Su Wei glared at him, the train officially started.

Gu Huan didn't give the opponent a chance to struggle, and drew something on Su Wei's palm with his fingers.

Su Wei immediately forgot what happened before, and put all her mind in the palm of her hand.

flight attendant, sleeper, military, police

The two had been together for a long time, but with just a few words, Su Wei completely understood what he meant.

Look for the opportunity to find the flight attendant, it is best to ask if there are soldiers or police on the side of the sleeper car.

But Su Wei didn't act immediately, instead he pretended to be motion sick and half leaned against the car window.

After a few minutes, he got up cursing.

"The broken oranges you bought don't work at all, get out of the way, I want to vomit."

Gu Huan got out of the way like a bag of air, and turned his back to the aisle.

"How about I go with you."

"No, take a good look at the luggage." Su Wei gave the other party a look, pushed him away and prepared to go out.

At the moment of passing by, he gently left a word of caution.

The woman looked at the two arguing next to her, and got up impatiently to get out of the way.

Su Wei covered her mouth and walked quickly to the bathroom.

The people on the side of the aisle were afraid of vomiting on them, so they stepped aside one after another, allowing Su Wei to leave unimpeded.

Gu Huan sat on the seat with his head downcast, actually observing the little boy's condition.

He was short of breath due to inhaling too much medicine, coupled with the woman's suffocating hold, the child's face was covered with sweat, and his cheeks were red with blood dripping.

If this continues, something will happen.

"Auntie, you hold the child too tightly. Look, the child's face is blushing."

The woman stared at him viciously for a moment, "I know my son is in good health, but he is covered with clothes."

Gu Huan changed his posture, looking at the exposed piece of fabric with sharp eyes.

"You're such a good mother. Your clothes are all torn like this, and you still wear such high-end clothes for your children. A piece of clothing is at least a few dozen."

As soon as these words came out, several people in the opposite seat looked over in confusion.

There was indeed a sense of incongruity.

It wasn't until the man added another sentence that the fog was lifted.

"Could it be, it's not your child!"

The woman stood up like a spring, her eyes were like copper bells, "You are talking nonsense, this is obviously my child."

Seeing that the child was about to die, Gu Huan didn't bother to say any more, took a step up, and snatched the child away with cleverness, revealing the abnormally red face of the little boy.

The crowd immediately became noisy. Anyone who saw such a picture would know that the child was not normal.

The woman kept muttering, "That's my child, mine!" She still wanted to rush over to snatch it.

Just as Gu Huan was about to kick over, he was blocked by a man rushing over not far away.

"I'm a doctor. The child's condition is not good. Let me take a look at him."

Gu Huan hugged the child and sneered, while undoing the little boy's clothes, he fed a homemade detoxification pill.

"Sorry, me too."

The man who claimed to be a doctor immediately became anxious.

"How old are you, don't delay the best time for rescue." Not only that, but also incited the onlookers, trying to get Gu Huan to give him the child.

"Yes, at such a young age, medical skills are definitely not good."

"If you delay, you will be struck by lightning!"

"That's right. He may not be a human trafficker. I saw that he gave medicine to the child just now. It must be on purpose."

"Give the baby to the doctor quickly."

"Hurry up, if something goes wrong, you can't afford it."

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Another man and a woman who were mixed in the crowd and booed, squeezed forward when they saw the opportunity.

This is the product they finally got, and it is worth a lot of money, so it can't be messed up.

The detoxification pill is made of medicinal materials in space, and the effect is better. After a while, the child's breathing gradually slowed down, and the initial redness disappeared from his cheeks.

Seeing that the child is getting better and better, the traffickers are in a hurry. If they wake up, they will be finished. They just don't do anything, kill the child, and let this person convict them for them.

The trafficker quietly made a gesture, and the woman who was rolling on the ground suddenly stood up and howled, "Give me back my child."

Then he moved swiftly and ran over like a cow.

The target was the seat opposite them, a window that was not closed in time after saying goodbye.

But how could Gu Huan let her succeed? Not only did he get out of the way, but he also pushed the woman invisibly, pushing the woman straight to the window.

"Ah!" The woman screamed, leaning half of her body out of the window. If it wasn't for a passenger who quickly grabbed her feet, her small body would be turned into a pulp.

The inside of the carriage fell silent for an instant, not understanding why this happened suddenly.

At this moment, Su Wei ran over with a few young soldiers.

"Where are the human traffickers!" Those soldiers controlled the situation well, and then stared at Gu Huan nervously, feeling the urge to grab him.

Instead, Su Wei ran over in a hurry and asked while panting.

"Ah Huan, are you injured? Why are you making a move?"

There were too many people in the hard-seat car, and it took a lot of time to find those soldiers in other cars, which almost delayed the matter.

"It's okay, you're already fast. I think the child's condition is not very good, so I'll act first." Gu Huan handed the child to the soldier next to him, and then patted Su Wei on the head comfortingly.

"It only takes about ten minutes to come and go, thank you for your hard work!"

"It's not hard work, it's Ah Huan who worked hard." The panic in Su Wei's eyes quickly faded away, and the little stars overflowed again.