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.”

concentration and tension

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

to say a word, Freya knew that the surgery had been a success Now, it was time for postoperative observation and tests to determine the

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hours of intense focus for her

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

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

few seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening momentarily

with a wry smile, “Don’t faint now. I don’t have the

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

see him.”

as the nurses wheeled his bed into

but instead arranged for an additional bed to be brought in

on the vital signs displayed

change in the readings made her

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

this

Brax up. When he’s awake, make sure he doesn’t fall back

can rest

before Braxton finally emerged

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

until now, and her strength was

called out. “I’ll sleep for

asleep. She

that her mind was at case, she could finally sleep

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

“Frey must be exhausted

welled up in Isabella’s eyes as she cast an apologetic

been too preoccupied to consides anything

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how fatigued Freya

but

The ward remained quiet.

anesthesia wore off, Braxton grimaced in pain,

doctor to administer

his voice strained as he exhaled between

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bed. Isabella was perched beside him,

anything. It was unusual to see Isabella so dedicated, considering she would typically

completely engrossed in monitoring the equipment, occasionally pinching he: self to stay

this might be the most beautiful expression of