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

“Dr. Griffiths, thank

a success Now, it was time for postoperative observation and tests to determine the effectiveness of the

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intense focus for her had passed like a fleeting

Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as she inquired, “Frey, how is

lightly and said, “Don’t worry, the surgery was

few seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening

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

composure and stood upright, though her

see him.”

the effects of anesthesia as the

chose not to go elsewhere but instead arranged for an additional bed to

fixed on

change in the readings made her heart skip a

bed. She turned to the side and looked at Isabella,

worry, this reading is

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

can rest

Braxton finally emerged

her brother awakening, Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was no longer

now, and her strength was

called out. “I’ll sleep for a

asleep. She was already exhausted just

mind was at case,

beds were adjacent, and Braxton struggled to turn his head to look at his sleeping sister.

“Frey must be exhausted

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

she had been too preoccupied to

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unaware of how

hours, she had been worried, but

The ward remained quiet.

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

call the doctor to administer

as he exhaled between clenched teeth. “Don’t call anyone over. It

slept from 8 p.m.

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

see Isabella so dedicated, considering she would typically fuss

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

smile crept onto Freya’s lips as she realized that this might be the