"Sir? Are you feeling well?" said the doctor.

The old man got up from the hospital bed, then sat on the edge.

The old man couldn't remember what had happened and asked for an explanation. In front of him was the doctor of doctors, the one who worked from morning till night, the one and only Dr. Red, who replied cautiously, noticing the man's confusion:

"Your grandson, along with an adult, found you on the ground unconscious,"

The elderly man asked the doctor when he would be able to go home.

The doctor, rubbing his bags under his eyes, continued: "I don't think you can go home soon, sir. You have suffered a head injury. I suppose you fell at the threshold of your front door, hitting your head. I'm sorry, I wasn't told the whole story."

The old man's mind was already frail, but now he couldn't even remember the address of his "trusted" betting center. And that was quite serious.

Trust me, you don't want to know how much he has lost. How much has he gained, on the other hand? Gained? What are you talking about?

<Chapter 19 will be revealed on 01/21/25>