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 had taken a

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

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

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

Her eyes were red,

and said, “Don’t worry, the

seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening momentarily as she

with a wry smile, “Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy to take care of you. Besides, you need to take

regained her composure and stood upright, though her steps were unsteady. “I’m

see him.”

as the nurses wheeled his

was concerned for her brother and chose not to go elsewhere but instead

beside Braxton, her gaze fixed on the vital signs

in the readings made her heart skip

bed. She turned

worry, this reading

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

can rest

several attempts before Braxton

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

had held on until now, and her

out. “I’ll sleep for

that, Freya fell asleep. She

was at case, she could

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

“Frey must be exhausted

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

had been too preoccupied to consides anything

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how

but Freya was on the front

The ward remained quiet.

off, Braxton grimaced in pain, but he still

I call the doctor to administer a painkiller

strained as he exhaled between clenched teeth. “Don’t call

slept from 8

adjacent bed. Isabella was perched beside him, her

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

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

crept onto Freya’s lips as she realized that this might be the most beautiful expression of love she had ever