My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 343 A Successful Surgery

entered the operating theatre, where the anesthesiologist had been waiting patiently.

This time, Freya had specially enlisted the services of a top-notch international anesthesiologist, ensuring world-class expertise for the procedure.

She had prepared everything to the best of her ability. She had meticulously prepared for this moment,

ven going to bed early the previous night to ensure she was well-rested and fully alert.

The surgery commenced, and the bright lights of the operating room illuminated the scene.

Braxton’s face turned slightly pale, and Freya stayed by his side.

“Brax, don’t worry. The surgery will be successful.”

As the anesthesia took effect, Braxton managed to muster a smile at Freya before slipping into unconsciousness.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered.

Watching Braxton fall into a coma. Freya became teary

It was Braxton undergoing the surgery, yet he was the one comforting her.

She took a deep breath and had a nurse beside her wipe away her tears.

As a doctor, she understood the importance of maintaining composure, especially during surgery.

Her calm demeanor was crucial for her brother’s successful operation.

Freya quickly regained her focus as Ethan, the lead surgeon, began making an incision in Braxton’s lower abdomen.

Freya observed every detail of the surgical procedure, leaving no room for error.

The drug was delivered and administered into Braxton’s body.

Time ticked by. Freya was fully focused on the surgery, and the only sign of her exertion was the occasional bead of sweat, quickly wiped away by the attending nurse.

When the final stitch was made, Freya felt as if her soul had been drained.

She turned to look at Ethan beside her, whose condition was not much different from hers, looking like he might slump to the ground at any moment.

“How long has it been?” Freya asked the nurse beside her, noticing that her voice had become hoarse.

The nurse looked at her with admiration. “It’s been nine hours.”

tension had taken a toll

Ethan, Freya expressed her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank you for

a success Now, it was time for postoperative observation and

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undoubtedly feeling anxious. Nine hours of intense focus for her had passed like a fleeting moment, but for Isabella, it

Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as she inquired,

“Don’t

still for a few seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening momentarily

I don’t have the energy to take care of you. Besides, you need to take care

composure and stood upright, though her steps

see him.”

as the nurses wheeled his

but instead arranged for an additional bed to be brought in for herself to

sat beside Braxton, her gaze fixed on the vital signs displayed on

made her

was exhausted as soon as she lay down on the bed. She turned to the side and looked at Isabella, occasionally answering

this

up. When

can rest

made several attempts before Braxton finally emerged from his

the sight of her brother awakening, Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia

until now, and

out. “I’ll sleep

asleep. She was already exhausted

her mind was at

head to look at his sleeping

“Frey must be exhausted

as she cast an apologetic glance

had been too preoccupied to

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how fatigued Freya

hours, she had been worried, but Freya was

The ward remained quiet.

anesthesia wore off, Braxton grimaced in pain, but he

call the doctor to administer

pain.” Braxton lowered his voice, his voice strained as

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the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched beside him, her eyes wide open, diligently monitoring the values

didn’t say anything. It was unusual to see Isabella so dedicated, considering she would typically fuss over the slightest

monitoring the equipment, occasionally

realized that this might be the most beautiful expression of love she