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,

with admiration. “It’s

hours of intense concentration and tension had taken

her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths,

been a success Now, it was time for postoperative observation

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

Freya exited the operating room, and Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as she inquired, “Frey, how is

and said, “Don’t worry, the surgery

seconds, clutching her chest, her

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

composure and stood upright, though her steps

still under the effects of anesthesia as the nurses wheeled his bed

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

the vital signs displayed

change in the readings made her

down on the bed. She turned to the side

reading is

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

Braxton finally emerged from his anesthesia-induced

With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there

on until now, and her

“I’ll sleep

that, Freya fell asleep. She was already exhausted just now.

was at case, she could finally sleep soundly.

head to look at his

be

in Isabella’s eyes as she cast an

had been too

of how fatigued Freya was.

had been worried, but Freya was on the front lines.

ward remained

pain, but he still endured

call the doctor to administer a

his voice strained as he exhaled between clenched teeth. “Don’t call anyone over. It might wake Frey up.”

slept from 8 p.m.

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

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