A Sinful Mess
Those who had traveled thousands of miles to a foreign land for an international peacekeeping mission could generally be considered elite personnel. They were highly skilled, politically reliable, and able to withstand all kinds of tests. Anyone who fell short wouldn't have qualified to deploy in the first place.
The soldiers were elite, and naturally, so was the medical team accompanying them.
Li Bai and the other eight newcomers, however, had come along to gain experience and get their faces known. They could only be considered a volunteer group made up of civilians, without even an official position.
Li Feng had clearly earned his place as the head of the peacekeeping force's medical team. He wasn't merely familiar with psychiatry; he had a solid understanding of it.
"Exactly. Yes, many of them were killed outright. I'm glad you understand. Wizards have a highly respected social standing in many parts of the African Continent. Sometimes it's better to offend the chieftain than the Wizards. When in Rome, do as the Romans do—don't provoke them. Doctor Li, psychiatrists are the doctors most likely to offend taboos and anger Wizards, so you need to be careful. Understand? If a misunderstanding occurs, the consequences could be very serious."
Li Feng didn't want the peacekeeping force's hard-won good relations with the locals and neighboring tribes to fall apart someday, so he spoke with particular gravity.
Someone had once tried to preach science to those uncivilized, barbaric natives. Not long afterward, that person's head was boiling in a clay pot in the tribe.
Psychiatry was the classic show-off among the medical specialties. In ancient times, it was called Zhu You Ke; go further back, and it was genuine feudal superstition. Armed with modern Eastern and Western philosophy, psychiatrists could win arguments against ordinary