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.”

concentration and tension had taken a toll

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

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

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

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

lightly and said, “Don’t worry,

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

a wry smile, “Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy

stood upright, though

see him.”

under the effects of anesthesia as the nurses wheeled his bed

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

on the vital signs displayed on the medical

in the readings made her heart

the bed. She turned to the

worry, this

anesthesia and said, “Isabella, it’s time to wake Brax up. When he’s awake, make sure he

can rest

Braxton

the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was

on until now, and her

Freya called out. “I’ll

asleep. She was already

at case,

head to

“Frey must be exhausted

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

regained consciousness, she had been too preoccupied to

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of how

been worried, but Freya was on the front

The ward remained quiet.

in pain, but he still endured without making a

I call the doctor to administer a

relieve pain.” Braxton lowered his voice, his voice strained as he exhaled

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

Isabella so dedicated, considering she would typically fuss over

occasionally pinching he: self to stay alert

as she realized that this might be the most beautiful expression of love she had ever