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.

the nurse beside her, noticing that her voice

her with admiration.

and tension

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

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

undoubtedly feeling anxious. Nine hours of intense focus for her had passed like a fleeting moment, but for Isabella, it must have felt like

room, and Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as she

chuckled lightly and said, “Don’t worry, the

her chest, her vision darkening momentarily as

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

upright, though her steps were unsteady.

anesthesia as the nurses wheeled his bed into

to go elsewhere but instead arranged for an additional bed to be brought in

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

the readings made her heart skip

she lay down on the bed. She turned to the

this reading is normal.”

up. When he’s awake, make

before Braxton finally emerged from his

was palpable. With the anesthesia effects

had held on until now, and her strength

called out. “I’ll sleep

that, Freya fell asleep. She was already exhausted just

at case, she could

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

be

in Isabella’s eyes as she cast

Braxton regained consciousness, she had been too preoccupied to consides anything else.

unaware of how fatigued

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

remained quiet.

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

the doctor to administer a painkiller for

lowered his voice, his voice strained as he exhaled between clenched

from 8 p.m. to 4 a.m.

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

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