Joshua Sulliven extended both hands, groping around. Two minutes later, his fingers brushed over the tea table and knocked over a cup of warm water that was on it, wetting several pills before they rolled onto the floor.
Right after that, his calf hit the edge of the tea table. Although the impact wasn't strong, because there was a wound on his calf, Joshua still uncontrollably collapsed to one side.
The housekeepers quickly stepped forward to support him but were once again pushed away by Joshua: "Get lost!"
Seeing that he had regained stability, the housekeeper silently began to clean up the broken glass cup from the floor without speaking.
Joshua stood next to the tea table feeling somewhat annoyed, but he simply couldn't judge which direction he should go next!
Had he really become useless?
A useless person who couldn't even distinguish directions?