No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

The following morning at eight o’clock, Freya headed to Radley’s ward.

Now that Ethan knew her identity as Professor Harlan, he was no longer avoiding her. He had event brought in several senior doctors to assist during the surgery.

As they entered the ward, Radley was already waiting quietly by the bedside. He knew Freya had increased the treatment plan’s success rate to fifty-one percent.

Fifty-one percent was a number that left people feeling uncertain. It was a chance worth taking, but the higher the stakes, the more nervous and uneasy everyone felt.

Rosie and Hannah were standing nearby, their hands trembling with nervousness. They knew that the outcome of this surgery was critical, and failure could leave Radley disabled.

Freya glanced at Radley and took a deep breath. She had been mentally preparing herself since the previous night, reminding herself to stay calm during the procedure. However, her hand trembled when she laid eyes on him.

Rosie grew even more concerned when she noticed Freya’s anxious state. “Freya, are you alright?”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Freya replied.

Radley was gently lifted onto the surgical table and wheeled to the operating room. As the door closed. behind them, separating Rosie and Hannah from the inside, Freya couldn’t bear to see Rosie so anxious and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll ensure his recovery.”

Later, Freya stood by the surgical table, dressed in surgical attire with her long black hair tucked under a cap. She looked at Radley.

and reassured her, “It’s okay, don’t be

not nervous,” she

to Radley. She stood beside him and said softly, “Just close your eyes and

his eyes slowly closed,

looked at her with concern and asked, “Miss Kaufmann, should I step

to convey quickly,” Freya explained. She turned to the surgical instruments cart, took a moment to center herself,

injury in an explosion, causing significant damage to his

to manage such a demanding procedure without her direct participation. These intricate procedures were both mentally and

between surgical instruments, carefully realigning bones, reconnecting ligaments, and repairing damaged

began to wane due to his age. Eventually, a senior surgeon stepped ity to

the nurses wiped away sweat, looking at Freya with admiration. The doctors in the room, recovering from shock at her surgical precision, now regarded her with deep respect. They understood that Professor Harlan was not just a renowned name, she embodied surgical expertise, resilience, and

the operating room, day turned into night. Hannah and Rosie

Connor brought them water, offering. “Madam, Miss,

voice quivered. “Freya has been in surgery for nearly ten hours. Is a typical surgery supposed to last this long?” She had never heard

Griffiths say earlier that if Miss Kaufmann can’t heal Mr.

tears welling in her eyes, her voice strained. “But the success rate is only fifty-one

worried expressions of the three, the operating room door remained closed, heightening Rosie’s anxiety. “Could something have happened to Radley? Maybe the hospital hesitates to take responsibility, so

composure. “Please, Madam, try to stay calm. It’s not what it seems. Mr.

finished the