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

gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank you for your

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

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couldn’t help but worry about Isabella waiting outside, undoubtedly feeling anxious. Nine hours of intense focus for her had passed like

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

chuckled lightly and said, “Don’t worry,

stood still for a few seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening

faint now. I don’t have the energy

and stood upright, though her steps were

see him.”

under the effects of anesthesia as

for her brother and chose not to go elsewhere but instead arranged for an additional

beside Braxton, her gaze fixed on the

in the readings made her

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

worry, this reading

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

can rest

before Braxton finally emerged

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

held on until now,

called out. “I’ll sleep for a

asleep. She was

at case, she could finally

and Braxton struggled to turn his head to look at

“Frey must be exhausted

welled up in Isabella’s eyes as she

she had been too preoccupied to

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unaware of how fatigued Freya

been worried, but Freya was on

The ward remained quiet.

pain,

I call the doctor to administer a

only relieve pain.” Braxton lowered his voice, his voice strained as he exhaled between clenched teeth. “Don’t call anyone

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Isabella was perched beside him, her eyes wide open, diligently monitoring the values on the

Isabella so dedicated, considering she would typically

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

onto Freya’s lips as she realized that this