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

gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank you for

knew that the surgery had been a success Now, it

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of intense focus for her had passed like a fleeting moment, but for Isabella, it must have felt like an

by a nurse, Freya exited the operating room, and Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as she inquired,

and said, “Don’t worry, the surgery was

seconds, clutching her chest, her

have the energy to take care of

and stood upright, though her steps were unsteady. “I’m going

see him.”

as the nurses wheeled his bed into the

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

her gaze fixed on the vital signs displayed on

made her

as she lay down on the bed. She turned to the side and

this

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

can rest

before Braxton finally emerged from his anesthesia-induced

was palpable. With the

now, and her strength was

“I’ll sleep for

that, Freya fell asleep. She

mind was at case, she could finally

were adjacent, and Braxton struggled to turn his head to look at his sleeping sister. A warm

“Frey must be exhausted

as she cast an apologetic

she had been too preoccupied to consides anything

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how fatigued

had been worried, but Freya was on

The ward remained quiet.

wore off, Braxton grimaced in pain, but he still endured without making a

the doctor to

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

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the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched

to see Isabella so dedicated, considering

occasionally pinching he: self to

as she realized that this might