Blake Fuller came onto the stage.
He accepted the trophy handed to him, and standing in front of the fixed microphone, looked directly into the camera with a gentle expression, "I'm honored to have received this accolade, a tremendous affirmation of those in the medical profession."
"Here I only wish that all who are ill find their healer, and all healers their due respect. I hope for peaceful times, clear skies above and tranquil waters below, and the wellbeing of all people."
Blake stood at the podium, neither humble nor arrogant, his deep voice resonating through the hall via the microphone, reaching the ears of each viewer watching the live broadcast.
Clad in white, he appeared ethereal, holding the trophy, bowing slowly to the camera.
It was a doctor's blessing, a wish for people to no longer suffer from illness.
"Clap clap clap—"
"Clap clap clap—"
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