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.

Freya asked the nurse beside her, noticing

with admiration. “It’s been nine

of intense concentration and tension had taken a toll on

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

Now, it was time for postoperative observation and tests

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

said, “Don’t worry, the surgery was

a few seconds, clutching her chest, her

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

and stood upright, though her steps were unsteady.

anesthesia as the

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

Braxton, her gaze fixed on the vital signs displayed on the

readings made her heart skip a

the bed. She turned to

this reading is

wake Brax up. When he’s awake, make sure he doesn’t fall back asleep. Keep him alert until the evening, and then he

Braxton finally emerged from his anesthesia-induced slumber.

Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia

had held on until now, and her strength

out. “I’ll sleep for a while.”

asleep. She was already

case, she could finally sleep soundly.

Braxton struggled to turn his head to look at his sleeping sister. A warm smile

be exhausted

Isabella’s eyes as she

consciousness, she had been too preoccupied to

of how

hours, she had been worried, but Freya was on the

ward remained

pain, but he still endured without making

I call the doctor to administer a painkiller for

strained as he exhaled between

8 p.m. to 4

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

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