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.”

and tension had taken a

expressed her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank you for

knew that the surgery had been a success Now, it was time for postoperative

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waiting outside, undoubtedly feeling anxious. Nine hours of intense focus for her had passed like a fleeting moment, but for Isabella, it must have felt like

immediately. Her eyes were red, and her voice

“Don’t worry, the surgery was

for a few seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening momentarily as she

faint now. I don’t have the energy to take

regained her composure and stood upright, though her steps were

see him.”

as the nurses wheeled

her brother and chose not to go elsewhere but instead arranged for an additional bed to be brought in for herself

fixed on the vital signs displayed

in the readings made her

She turned to the

worry, this reading is

wake Brax up. When he’s awake, make

can rest

before Braxton finally

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

held on until now, and her strength was

Freya called out. “I’ll sleep for

Freya fell asleep. She was already exhausted just

her mind was at case, she could

his head to look at his sleeping sister. A

“Frey must be exhausted

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

Braxton regained consciousness, she had been too

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unaware of how

but

The ward remained quiet.

Braxton grimaced in pain,

call the doctor to administer a painkiller

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

8 p.m.

up, she found Braxton sleeping in the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched beside him, her eyes wide open, diligently monitoring the values on

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

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

small smile crept onto Freya’s lips as she realized that this