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.

at her and reassured her, “It’s

nervous,”

anesthesiologist administering anesthesia to Radley. She stood beside him and said softly, “Just

eyes slowly closed, her breathing

Ethan, who was nearby, looked at her with concern and

fine-tuned the treatment plan this time. There are intricate details during the that are hard to convey quickly,” Freya explained. She turned to the surgical instruments cart, took a moment

in an explosion, causing significant damage to his bones and nerves, making the

profusely. He realized he lacked the confidence to manage such a demanding procedure without her direct participation.

repairing damaged blood vessels and nerves. She was completely focused, putting her

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

passed slowly as 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

into night. Hannah and Rosie

them water, offering. “Madam, Miss, have some

nearly ten hours. Is a typical surgery supposed to last this long?” She had never heard of a surgery lasting so long

say earlier that if

her voice strained. “But the success rate is

the operating room door remained closed, heightening Rosie’s anxiety. “Could something have happened to Radley? Maybe the hospital hesitates to

was on the verge of losing her composure. “Please, Madam, try to stay calm. It’s not what it seems. Mr.

2:10 a.m., Freya finally finished the last stitches of the