The man broke into tears at the end of his speech.
The commoners pointed and nodded, clearly standing on the man's side.
Gu Jiao remained calm, saying, "Alright, you claim she was a patient at our Medical Hall. So, who is she? How old? Who accompanied her here?"
The man roared, "She is my wife! Can't you tell how old she is?"
Gu Jiao asked steadily, "What is your wife's surname and her given name?"
Seemingly growing increasingly impatient with Gu Jiao's questioning, the man shouted angrily, "Her surname is Wu, and her name is Wu Jinhua!"
Gu Jiao raised the book in her hand, "But it's clearly written here that the patient who came in was a 21-year-old pregnant woman surnamed Yang, not your deceased.... who is at least in her thirties."
The man choked on his words.
The onlooking crowd, who hadn't anticipated such a twist, couldn't help but cast doubtful glances upon the man.