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

with admiration. “It’s been nine hours.”

intense concentration and tension had taken

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

Now, it was time for postoperative observation and

of intense focus for her had passed like a fleeting moment, but for

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

“Don’t

clutching her chest, her vision darkening momentarily

her and said with a wry smile, “Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy to take care of you. Besides, you need to take care of my brother. Hang in there.”

regained her composure and stood upright, though her

anesthesia as the nurses wheeled his bed

to go elsewhere but instead

on the vital signs displayed on the medical

the readings made her heart

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

worry, this reading

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

attempts before Braxton finally emerged from his anesthesia-induced

the sight of her brother awakening, Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was no longer any

had held on until now, and her strength was waning.

“I’ll

asleep. She

that her mind was at case,

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

be

Isabella’s eyes as she cast an apologetic

been too preoccupied to consides anything

how fatigued

but Freya was

remained quiet.

in pain, but he still endured without

to

mind, painkillers only relieve pain.” Braxton lowered his voice, his voice strained as he exhaled

p.m. to 4

she found Braxton sleeping in the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched beside him, her eyes

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