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

gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank you for

a success Now, it was time for postoperative observation

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waiting outside, undoubtedly feeling anxious. Nine hours of intense focus for her

Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes were red, and her

lightly and said, “Don’t worry,

her chest, her vision darkening

wry smile, “Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy to take care of you. Besides, you need to take care of my brother. Hang

regained her composure and stood upright, though her steps

see him.”

anesthesia as the nurses wheeled his

brother and chose not to go elsewhere but instead arranged for an additional bed to be brought

on the vital signs displayed on

in the readings made her heart skip

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

this reading

up from anesthesia and said, “Isabella, it’s time to wake Brax up.

can rest

several attempts before Braxton finally

brother awakening, Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating.

on until now,

called out. “I’ll sleep for

She

mind was at case, she could finally sleep

beds were adjacent, and Braxton struggled to turn his head to look at his

“Frey must be exhausted

up in Isabella’s eyes as she cast an apologetic

regained consciousness, she had been too

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unaware of how

had been worried, but Freya

The ward remained quiet.

in pain,

doctor to administer a painkiller for

his voice, his voice strained as he exhaled between clenched teeth. “Don’t

from 8 p.m. to

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

was unusual to see Isabella so dedicated, considering she would typically fuss

completely engrossed in monitoring the equipment, occasionally pinching he:

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