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

nervous,” she

anesthesia to Radley. She stood beside him and

his eyes slowly closed, her breathing

looked at her with concern and asked,

surgical instruments cart, took a moment to center herself, and put on her gloves with the nurse’s help. She picked up the surgical knife and said in

explosion, causing significant damage to his bones and nerves,

manage such a demanding procedure without her direct participation. These

ligaments, and repairing damaged blood vessels and nerves.

the procedure continued. Ethan’s physical stamina began to wane due to his age. Eventually, a senior surgeon stepped ity to assist

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

turned into night. Hannah and Rosie were on edge, nearly numb from

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

a typical surgery supposed to last this long?” She had never heard of a surgery lasting so long and asked, “Could Radley’s condition

at the operating room door, clenching his hands tightly. “I overheard Dr. Griffiths say earlier

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

room door remained closed, heightening Rosie’s anxiety. “Could something have

to stay calm. It’s not

finished the last stitches of