I'm a Racecourse Owner in Great Britain

Joseph Drake woke up from a gas plant explosion and found that he had become a down-and-out gentleman who had lost his parents, his family property had been embezzled by his uncle, and he only had six pounds, four shillings and five pence left. The good news is, he is a modern student of veterinary medicine. The bad news is that in this day and age there are no antibiotics, no sterile gloves, and no one believes that a bloated horse can be cured without gin and bloodletting. Until he used a rubber hose, a bottle of carbolic acid and a hollow iron pipe to pull the dying Shire horse back from the brink of death in the underground stables in the East District. The orange-haired female leader of the East District handed him an invitation to the underworld. The blond-haired aristocratic lady from the West End opened the door to high society for him. The truth behind the death of his parents, the explosion of the gas plant, and the change of ownership of the family horse farm are also emerging bit by bit. This was the age of steam and steel, and the golden age of horses. What Joseph has to do is to take back everything that belongs to him and become the true master of the British racecourse!