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

Freya expressed her gratitude. “Dr.

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

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

operating room, and Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as she inquired, “Frey,

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

seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening momentarily as

have the energy to take care of you. Besides, you need to take care

her composure and stood upright, though her steps

see him.”

still under the effects of anesthesia as the

concerned for her brother and chose not to go elsewhere but instead

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

worry, this

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

can rest

before Braxton finally emerged from his anesthesia-induced

the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was no longer any

now, and

“I’ll sleep for a

that, Freya fell asleep. She was already exhausted

was at case, she could finally sleep

struggled to turn his head to look at

“Frey must be exhausted

welled up in Isabella’s eyes as she cast

been too preoccupied to

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unaware of how fatigued

had been worried, but Freya was

The ward remained quiet.

wore off, Braxton grimaced in pain, but he still endured

the doctor to administer a painkiller

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

slept from 8 p.m. to 4

Isabella was

didn’t say anything. It was unusual to see Isabella so dedicated, considering she would typically

engrossed in monitoring the equipment, occasionally pinching he: self to stay alert and focused on

onto Freya’s lips as she realized that this might be the most beautiful expression of love she