A Sudden Turn of Events
"You're a psychiatrist?"
The British observer couldn't help questioning his own sanity.
The other observers wore much the same expressions. People who were deep thinkers couldn't help reading into things, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt that the young doctor's words had a hidden meaning.
Who could have guessed they would all make so many convoluted connections at the same time?
Li Bai answered with righteous conviction, "Of course. I have a master's degree in psychology and mental health, and a medical license."
The license he mentioned wasn't just a Chinese one. He also had temporary medical licenses in Somalia, Djibouti, Ethiopia, Kenya, Eritrea, and Sudan, each valid for one year.
After all, there was nothing wrong with his qualifications, and he had at least a year of clinical experience. Getting temporary medical licenses abroad hadn't been difficult at all.
The embassy had arranged them before their departure. A few quick stamps had taken care of everything. Li Bai wasn't the only one; all the doctors on the Chinese peacekeeping force's Medical Team had gone through the same process. If anyone tried to find fault with it, they wouldn't have a leg to stand on.
"All right, we're not questioning your medical qualifications. But—but what are you doing at the Papagana Tribe? Putting on a talent show?"
Unlike the Danish observer who'd spoken earlier, Winston Williams from Britain had learned his lesson. He didn't rush into an attack. Instead, he studied Li Bai carefully, trying to find a potential weakness.
The other man's medical specialty and qualifications had put him on guard.
It would be a huge mistake to think of him as just a doctor.
Psychiatrists were also exceptionally skilled at reading—and even manipulating—people.
Compared with the taciturn Chinese