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.

nurse beside her, noticing that her voice had

looked at her with admiration. “It’s been nine

hours of intense concentration and tension had taken a toll on

Freya expressed her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank

that the surgery had been a success Now, it was time for postoperative observation and

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

in immediately. Her eyes were

“Don’t

chest, her vision darkening momentarily as

“Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy to take care of you.

stood upright, though her steps were

still under the effects of anesthesia as the nurses wheeled his

was concerned for her brother and chose not to go elsewhere but instead arranged for an additional bed to be

on the vital signs displayed on the

in the readings made her

bed. She turned to the side

worry, this reading is

anesthesia and said, “Isabella, it’s time to wake Brax up. When he’s awake, make sure he doesn’t fall back asleep. Keep him alert until the evening, and then he can rest

made several attempts before Braxton finally emerged from his anesthesia-induced

With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was

on until now, and her strength was waning.

Freya called out. “I’ll sleep

fell asleep. She was already exhausted just now.

was at case,

struggled to turn his head to look at his sleeping sister. A

be exhausted

in Isabella’s eyes as she cast an apologetic glance

consciousness, she had been too

unaware of how fatigued

hours, she had been worried, but Freya was

ward remained

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

the doctor to administer

pain.” Braxton lowered his voice, his voice strained as he exhaled between clenched teeth. “Don’t call anyone over. It

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

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

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