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.

“How long has it been?” Freya asked the nurse beside her, noticing that her voice had become hoarse.

The nurse looked at her with admiration. “It’s been nine hours.”

Nine hours of intense concentration and tension had taken a toll on Freya.

Turning to Ethan, Freya expressed her gratitude. “Dr. Griffiths, thank you for your hard work”

Without Ethan having to say a word, Freya knew that the surgery had been a success Now, it was time for postoperative observation and tests to determine the effectiveness of the mediation.

Freya couldn’t 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 like an eternity.

Supported by a nurse, Freya exited the operating room, and Isabella rushed in immediately. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled as she inquired, “Frey, how is Braxton?”

Freya chuckled lightly and said, “Don’t worry, the surgery was successful.”

Isabella stood still for a few seconds, clutching her chest, her vision darkening momentarily as she nearly collapsed.

Freya quickly reached out to support her and said with a wry smile, “Don’t faint now. I don’t have the energy to take care of you. Besides, you need to take care of my brother. Hang in there.”

Isabella quickly regained her composure and stood upright, though her steps were unsteady. “I’m going to see him.”

Braxton was still under the effects of anesthesia as the nurses wheeled his bed into the ward.

Freya was concerned for her brother and chose not to go elsewhere but instead arranged for an additional bed to be brought in for herself to rest.

Isabella sat beside Braxton, her gaze fixed on the vital signs displayed on the medical equipment.

Every change in the readings made her heart skip a beat.

Freya was exhausted as soon as she lay down on the bed. She turned to the side and looked at Isabella, occasionally answering her questions. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t worry, this reading is normal.”

Freya calculated the time for Braxton to wake up from 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

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

At the sight of her brother awakening, Freya’s relief was palpable. With the anesthesia effects dissipating. there was no longer any immediate threat to his life.

She had held on until now, and her strength was waning.

Brax, Freya called out. “I’ll sleep for a while.”

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

Now that her mind was at case, she could finally sleep soundly.

The two beds were adjacent, and Braxton struggled to turn his head to look at his sleeping sister. A warm smile graced his lips.

“Frey must be exhausted

Tears welled up in Isabella’s eyes as she cast an apologetic glance at Freya

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

letely unaware of how fatigued Freya was.

Frame hours, she had been worried, but Freya was on the front lines.

The ward remained quiet.

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

Should I call the doctor to administer a painkiller for you?”

Never mind, painkillers only relieve pain.” Braxton lowered his voice, his voice strained as he exhaled between clenched teeth. “Don’t call anyone over. It might wake Frey up.”

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

When she woke up, she found Braxton sleeping in the adjacent bed. Isabella was perched beside him, her eyes wide open, diligently monitoring the values on the instrument.

Freya didn’t say anything. It was unusual to see Isabella so dedicated, considering she would typically fuss over the slightest discomfort.

However, now she sat there, completely engrossed in monitoring the equipment, occasionally pinching he: self to stay alert and focused on the readings.

A small smile crept onto Freya’s lips as she realized that this might be the most beautiful expression of love she had ever witnessed.

After a while, she quietly got out of bed.

Isabella noticed the movement and turned to see Freya getting up. She immediately walked over and whispered, “I’ve arranged for some food to be prepared outside. Wait here. I’ll have them bring it in. You haven’t eaten anything for a whole day.”

Freya, fatigued from a day without eating and a subsequent deep sleep, had an empty stomach,

In the ward, Freya sat at a small table in the corner and ate while Isabella continued to look at the values.

After finishing her meal, Freya regained some energy.

She approached Isabella and convinced her. “You should also get some sleep. I’ll watch over him.”

“No need, I’m not sleepy.” Isabella replied with determined eyes, bloodshot from staying awake. “You should rest. You’ve had a tough day.”

Freya sighed in resignation. “Isabella, human energy has its limits. Your determination won’t change that. If you don’t rest now and stay awake until dawn, you’ll fall asleep when my brother wakes up during the day, and then you two won’t get to see each other”

Finally, Freya tia

I to convince her to sleep

Outside, the sky was gradually lightening Freya sat by the hospital bed, gazing at the monitor displaying all the normal readings

Leaning bark in her chair, she stared s her brother lying in the bed.

Her heart was filled with warmth and happiness. All the efforts she had put in were not in vain. Her family safe and content. That was her greatest wish.

When daylight arrived, Braxton woke up, and Isabella was still awake, having not fully fallen asleep.

O out of the three people in the room were exhausted but awake. They chatted for a while.

Freya was now confident that her brother was out of immediate danger. However, he still needed to be monitored closely.

“Brax, I need to go home. I told Mom that I’d take you to the airport yesterday, but it’s been a whole day new I should head back before it becomes difficult to explain.”

“When you go back, just tell her you stayed over at my place last night. I’ll help cover for you,” Isabella suggested.

Freya nodded.

Braxton lay on the bed, unable to move, and expressed his concern. “Be careful on your way back.”

“I will, Freya responded with a smile.