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 had taken a toll

expressed her gratitude. “Dr.

success Now, it was time for postoperative

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

Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as

lightly and said, “Don’t worry, the

a few seconds, clutching her chest, her vision

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

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

see him.”

as the nurses wheeled his bed

to go elsewhere but instead arranged for an additional

fixed on

in the readings made her heart

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

this reading

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

can rest

Braxton finally emerged

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

now,

Freya called out. “I’ll sleep for a

She was

mind was at

Braxton struggled to turn his head to look

“Frey must be exhausted

up in Isabella’s eyes as she cast an apologetic glance at

she had been

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of how fatigued Freya

worried, but Freya was on

The ward remained quiet.

grimaced in pain, but

to administer a

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

8 p.m.

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

It was unusual to see Isabella so dedicated, considering she

there, completely engrossed in monitoring the equipment, occasionally

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