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 taken a toll

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

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

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help but worry about Isabella waiting outside, undoubtedly feeling anxious. Nine hours of intense focus for her

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

“Don’t worry, the

a few seconds, clutching her

“Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy to

upright, though her steps were

see him.”

as the nurses wheeled his

instead

Braxton, her gaze fixed on the

change in the readings made her heart

bed. She turned to the side and looked at Isabella, occasionally answering her

worry, this reading is

to wake Brax up. When

can rest

Braxton finally emerged from his

sight of her brother awakening, Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was no longer any immediate threat to

now, and her strength

out. “I’ll sleep

She was already exhausted

was at

head

“Frey must be exhausted

up in Isabella’s eyes as she cast an apologetic

Braxton regained consciousness, she had been

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unaware of how

but

The ward remained quiet.

pain, but

doctor to administer a painkiller

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

from 8 p.m. to

sleeping in the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched beside him, her eyes wide open,

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

the equipment, occasionally pinching he:

realized that this might be the