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.

long has it been?” Freya asked the nurse beside her, noticing that her voice had become

nurse looked at her with

concentration and tension had taken a toll on

Ethan, Freya expressed her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank

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

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

Freya exited the operating room, and Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as

“Don’t worry,

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

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

quickly regained her composure and stood upright, though her steps were

of anesthesia as the nurses wheeled his bed into the ward.

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

the vital signs displayed on the

readings made

exhausted as soon as she lay down on the bed. She turned to the side and looked at

this reading is

“Isabella, it’s time to wake Brax up. When he’s awake, make sure he doesn’t fall back asleep. Keep him alert until the evening, and then he can rest

Braxton finally emerged from

Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was no longer any immediate

had held on until now, and her

out. “I’ll

She was already exhausted just

her mind was at case, she could finally sleep

head to look at

be exhausted

eyes as she cast an apologetic

been too preoccupied to consides anything else.

how fatigued Freya

but

ward remained

wore off, Braxton grimaced in pain, but he still

the doctor to administer

lowered his voice, his voice strained as he exhaled between clenched teeth. “Don’t call

slept from 8 p.m. to

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

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