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 your

been a success Now, it was time for postoperative observation and

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

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

chuckled lightly and said, “Don’t worry, the

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

out to support her and said with a wry smile, “Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy to take care of you. Besides, you need to

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

see him.”

as

for her brother and chose not to go elsewhere but instead arranged for an

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

in the readings made her heart skip a

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

this reading

“Isabella, it’s time to wake Brax up. When he’s awake, make sure he doesn’t

can rest

several attempts before Braxton finally emerged from

palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was no longer

on until now, and her strength

Freya called out. “I’ll

asleep. She

that her mind was at case, she

to turn his head

“Frey must be exhausted

welled up in Isabella’s eyes as

been too preoccupied to consides anything

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of how

hours, she had been worried, but Freya

The ward remained quiet.

the anesthesia wore off, Braxton grimaced in pain,

call the doctor to administer a painkiller for

his voice strained as he exhaled between clenched teeth. “Don’t call anyone over. It might wake Frey

from 8 p.m. to

sleeping in the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched

see Isabella so dedicated, considering she would typically fuss over the slightest

monitoring the equipment, occasionally pinching

that this might be the