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

at her with admiration. “It’s been

intense concentration and tension had

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

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 moment, but

operating room, and Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes

said, “Don’t worry, the

stood still for a few seconds, clutching her chest,

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

and stood upright, though her steps were unsteady.

of anesthesia as the nurses wheeled

her brother and chose not to go elsewhere but instead

fixed on the vital signs displayed on

change in the readings made her heart skip a

She turned to the side

worry, this reading is

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

several attempts before Braxton finally emerged from his anesthesia-induced slumber.

awakening, Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was

had held on until now, and her strength was

“I’ll sleep for a while.”

that, Freya fell asleep. She was already exhausted just now.

case, she could finally sleep

turn his head to look at his sleeping

be

as she cast an apologetic glance

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

of how fatigued Freya

been worried, but Freya was

ward remained quiet.

in pain, but he still endured without making

call the doctor to administer

painkillers only relieve pain.” Braxton lowered his voice, his voice strained as he exhaled between clenched teeth.

from 8 p.m. to

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

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