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.”

hours of intense concentration and tension had taken a

her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank you for your hard

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

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

Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as she inquired,

lightly and said, “Don’t worry,

a few seconds, clutching her chest, her

support her and said with a wry smile, “Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy to take care

composure and stood upright, though her steps

see him.”

anesthesia as the nurses wheeled

chose not to go elsewhere but instead

her gaze fixed on the vital signs displayed on

readings made

She turned to the side and looked at Isabella, occasionally

this

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

can rest

Braxton finally emerged from his

relief was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was no longer any immediate

had held on until now, and her

called out. “I’ll sleep

fell asleep. She was

at case, she could finally sleep

two beds were adjacent, and Braxton struggled to turn his head to look at his sleeping sister. A warm smile graced his

“Frey must be exhausted

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

consciousness, she had been too preoccupied to consides

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of how fatigued Freya

worried, but Freya was on the

The ward remained quiet.

anesthesia wore off, Braxton grimaced in pain, but he still endured without making a

I call the doctor to administer a painkiller for

his voice, his voice strained as

slept from 8

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

Isabella so

now she sat there, completely engrossed in monitoring the equipment, occasionally pinching he: self to stay alert and focused

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