"It seems like one of you is injured and can't move around freely? I got this impression from the tone of your voice," the vendor speculated, scrutinizing the walkie-talkie in Suo Qingqiu's hand.
At this moment, there was still no sound coming from her walkie-talkie.
Suo Qingqiu put away her walkie-talkie and nodded. "A gentleman has injured his leg."
The vendor said, "Oh," and then began, "Even though I also want to help that gentleman, we have rules here. Attendants must personally come to reserve the resources needed for their own carriages... However, although he can't make the reservation in person, there is an alternative."
He paused for a moment. "You can reserve it under your name. Once the goods are in hand, you can distribute them as you see fit. You can then give them to him when you get the supplies at the next station."
Suo Qingqiu asked, puzzled, "Is that really allowed? If that's the case... what's the point of the rule that reservations must be made in person?"
