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.

it been?” Freya asked the nurse beside her, noticing that her

at her with

and tension had taken a toll

to Ethan, Freya expressed her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank you for your hard

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

but worry about Isabella waiting outside, undoubtedly feeling anxious. Nine hours of intense focus for her had passed like a fleeting

rushed in immediately. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as she inquired, “Frey, how

chuckled lightly and said, “Don’t worry, the surgery was successful.”

seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening momentarily as

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

her composure and stood upright, though her steps were unsteady. “I’m going to see him.”

effects of anesthesia as the nurses wheeled his

chose not to go elsewhere but instead arranged

the vital signs displayed on

readings made her

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

this reading

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

before Braxton finally emerged from his anesthesia-induced

relief was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was no longer any

held on until now, and

out. “I’ll sleep for a while.”

fell asleep. She was already

case, she could finally sleep soundly.

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

be exhausted

Isabella’s eyes as she cast an

been too

of how fatigued Freya

had been worried, but Freya was

remained quiet.

wore off, Braxton grimaced in pain, but

call the doctor to

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

from 8 p.m.

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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