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.”

of intense concentration and tension had

her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank you for

success Now, it was time for postoperative observation and tests to

www.

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

exited the operating room, and Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes were red,

“Don’t worry, the surgery was

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

don’t have the energy

stood upright, though

see him.”

as the nurses

go elsewhere but instead arranged for an additional bed to be brought

her gaze fixed on

the readings made her

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

worry, this

the time for Braxton to wake up from anesthesia and said, “Isabella, it’s time to wake Brax up. When he’s awake, make sure he doesn’t fall

can rest

before Braxton finally

was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was no longer any immediate threat

until now, and

called out. “I’ll

She was

at case, she could finally sleep

Braxton struggled to turn his head to look at his sleeping sister. A warm smile graced his

“Frey must be exhausted

Isabella’s eyes as

been too preoccupied to consides anything

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how fatigued Freya

but Freya was on the front

The ward remained quiet.

grimaced in pain, but

call the doctor to administer a painkiller for

as he exhaled between clenched teeth. “Don’t call

slept from 8 p.m. to

woke up, she found Braxton sleeping in the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched beside him, her eyes wide open, diligently

see Isabella so dedicated, considering she would typically

sat there, completely engrossed in monitoring the equipment, occasionally pinching he: self

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