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

Freya expressed her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank

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

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anxious. Nine hours of intense focus for her had passed like a fleeting moment, but for

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

and said, “Don’t worry, the surgery

seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening momentarily as

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

quickly regained her composure and stood upright,

see him.”

of anesthesia as the nurses wheeled his bed into the

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

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

made her

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

this

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

can rest

attempts before Braxton finally emerged

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

had held on until now,

“I’ll sleep

She was already

was at case, she could finally

turn his head to look at

“Frey must be exhausted

welled up in Isabella’s eyes as she cast

Braxton regained consciousness, she had been too preoccupied to

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of how fatigued Freya

been worried, but Freya was on

The ward remained quiet.

anesthesia wore off, Braxton grimaced in pain, but

doctor to administer a

pain.” Braxton lowered his voice, his voice strained as he exhaled

slept from 8

she woke up, she found Braxton sleeping in the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched beside him,

to see Isabella so

occasionally pinching he: self to

smile crept onto Freya’s lips as she realized that this might be the most beautiful