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 had taken a toll on

“Dr. Griffiths, thank

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

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intense focus for her had

and Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes were

lightly and said, “Don’t worry, the

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

reached out to support her and said with a wry smile, “Don’t faint now. I don’t have

composure and stood upright,

see him.”

under the effects of anesthesia as the nurses wheeled his bed into the

instead arranged for an additional

her gaze fixed on

in the readings made her heart skip

bed. She turned to the side and

this reading

up from anesthesia and said, “Isabella, it’s time to wake Brax up. When he’s awake, make sure he doesn’t fall back

can rest

made several attempts before Braxton

Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was no longer any immediate threat

held on until now,

out. “I’ll sleep

She

mind was at

his head to

“Frey must be exhausted

as she cast an

regained consciousness, she had been too preoccupied to

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unaware of how fatigued

but Freya

The ward remained quiet.

pain, but he still endured without making

I 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 wake

slept from 8

sleeping in the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched beside him,

see Isabella so dedicated, considering she would

equipment, occasionally pinching he: self to

as she realized that this might be the