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.”

intense concentration and tension had taken a toll on

gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank

having to say a word, Freya knew that the surgery had been a success Now, it

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

and Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes were red, and her voice

lightly and said, “Don’t worry,

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

don’t have the energy to take care of you. Besides, you need to take care of my

upright, though her steps were

see him.”

as the nurses wheeled his

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

gaze fixed on the vital signs displayed on

the readings made her heart skip a

lay down on the bed. She turned to the side and

this reading is

up from anesthesia and said, “Isabella, it’s time to wake Brax up. When he’s awake, make sure he doesn’t fall back asleep. Keep him

can rest

Braxton finally emerged from his

brother awakening, Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia

now, and

out. “I’ll sleep for a

She was already exhausted just

that her mind was at case,

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

“Frey must be exhausted

in Isabella’s eyes as she cast an apologetic glance at

regained consciousness, she had been too preoccupied to consides anything

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unaware of how fatigued Freya

had been worried, but Freya was

The ward remained quiet.

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

call the doctor to administer a

voice strained as

8 p.m. to

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

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

sat there, completely engrossed in monitoring the equipment, occasionally pinching he: self

Freya’s lips as she realized that this