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.

has it been?” Freya asked the nurse beside her, noticing that her voice had become hoarse.

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

intense concentration and tension

expressed her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank you

a word, Freya knew that the surgery had been a success Now, it was time for postoperative observation and tests to determine the effectiveness of the

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

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

“Don’t worry, the surgery

for a few seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening momentarily as

out to support her and said with a wry smile, “Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy to take care of

composure and stood upright, though her steps

under the effects of anesthesia as the nurses wheeled

chose not to go elsewhere but instead arranged for an additional bed to be brought in for herself to

Braxton, her gaze fixed on the vital signs

the readings made her

down on the bed. She turned to the side and looked at Isabella, occasionally answering her

reading is

Braxton to wake up from anesthesia and said, “Isabella, it’s time to wake Brax up. When he’s awake, make sure he doesn’t fall back asleep. Keep

made several attempts before Braxton finally

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

held on until now, and

Freya called out. “I’ll sleep

Freya fell asleep. She was already exhausted just

that her mind was at case,

two beds were adjacent, and Braxton struggled to turn his head to

must be

she

consciousness, she had been too preoccupied

unaware of how fatigued Freya

had been worried, but Freya was on the

ward remained quiet.

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

the doctor to

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

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

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

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