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.”

and tension

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

word, Freya knew that the surgery had been a success

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waiting outside, undoubtedly feeling anxious. Nine hours of intense focus for her had passed like

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

chuckled lightly and said, “Don’t

few seconds, clutching her chest, her

“Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy to take care of you. Besides, you need to take care of my brother. Hang in

and stood upright, though

see him.”

was still under the effects of anesthesia as the nurses wheeled

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

her gaze fixed on the vital signs displayed on the medical

the readings made

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

this reading

“Isabella, it’s time to wake Brax up.

can rest

before Braxton finally emerged from his anesthesia-induced

relief was palpable. With the anesthesia

had held on until now,

Freya called out. “I’ll sleep for a

that, Freya fell asleep. She was

that her mind was at case, she could finally

two beds were adjacent, and Braxton struggled to turn his head to look

“Frey must be exhausted

as

had been

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how fatigued

she had been worried, but Freya was on the front

The ward remained quiet.

wore off, Braxton grimaced in pain, but

call the doctor to administer a

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

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

say anything. It was unusual to see Isabella so dedicated, considering she would typically fuss

monitoring the equipment, occasionally pinching he: self

that this might be the most beautiful expression