No one knew how Bradley had endured these past few days. Every time Freya said she was cold, he would lie on top of several quilts naked, using the warmth of his sweat to warm her body. When she said she was hot, he had to lift the quilts and turn the air conditioner in the emergency room to the lowest setting. When Freya was sweating profusely from the heat, he was enduring the cold like being in a world of ice and snow. The reason his lips were cracked was that after repeated alternations of hot and cold, they eventually became brittle, dry, and cracked.

But all of this didn't matter anymore the moment Freya woke up. His efforts had paid off, and no matter how bitter or tiring it was, it was all worth it.

Bradley kissed her wildly, as if he had regained a precious treasure that he had lost. He even forgot that his vocal cords were injured, and his lips ached sharply as they got closer. It wasn't until the smell of blood seeped in that Freya realized something and gently pushed him away.

"Lie down and rest first. I'll check your ears and vocal cords."

However, Freya's sudden departure made Bradley feel insecure, and he hugged her even tighter. Freya knew that her coma these past few days had scared him. But now she was safe and sound, while Bradley's situation was very serious. If he wasn't treated in time, the consequences would be unthinkable in case something happened.

"Be good and listen. I'll stay here with you and won't leave," Freya coaxed him like a child.

Bradley was indeed in great pain. He had just recovered from being completely paralyzed and numb. The sudden restoration of his body made his headache unbearable, and the discomfort in his throat reappeared, causing him to cough uncontrollably. Once he started coughing, he couldn't stop, and he kept vomiting blood.

"Is there anyone outside? Come in and help quickly," realizing the seriousness of the situation, Freya could only call for help outside.

Several people who were walking back and forth in the corridor heard the voice and quickly burst in. When they saw the scene in front of them, everyone was stunned.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Blue Book kept calling Bradley's name.

However, Bradley's consciousness gradually faded, and in the end, he fainted straight away.

Freya panicked and shouted with a sob, "Find some doctors and bring them in, quickly!"

"Yes," Blue Book didn't dare to delay and immediately went out to call several senior doctors to come and help. As for the others, they were all driven out.

Freya herself was extremely weak and should have had a good rest, but she insisted on personally conducting this rescue. Putting on a sterile gown and pinning her long hair up in a disposable hairnet, Freya tried to use acupuncture for the rescue, but many accidents occurred during the process.

Bradley's heart and lungs were seriously injured and needed immediate surgery. The operating table was set up temporarily. The moment the lights were turned on, Freya felt extremely dizzy, but she still forced herself to suppress this discomfort and stubbornly picked up the scalpel.

The doctors beside her kept persuading her to rest, but she said, "This is my husband, and his life can only be decided by me."

After saying that, she took a deep breath and began to concentrate on the surgery. However, the dizziness hadn't completely subsided, and Freya couldn't fully focus. Her hand holding the scalpel was still trembling faintly! Especially when the sharp knife cut through the skin and bright red blood oozed out, Freya's vision began to blur. Her legs even went weak, and her whole body swayed unsteadily.

"Your Majesty the Queen, you'd better go and rest," the doctors saw her pale face and sweating forehead and were extremely anxious. This kind of surgery required great vigilance. In case of an accident, the patient's life would be in danger.

"I'm fine. Go and find me something with mint ingredients," recently, during several bouts of dizziness, she found that acupuncture didn't have much effect, but the smell of Bradley's body could refresh her mind. Freya didn't know why. Medicine and acupuncture were ineffective for her condition, but the smell of Bradley could cure everything. Could it be caused by dependence? She thought that perhaps having this man by her side made her feel safe.

The doctors listened and quickly went out to deal with it. A moment later, they brought in some peppermint essential oil. Freya opened it and took a sniff. The smell of mint was strong. Although it was a bit different from the smell on Bradley, it relieved her tense mind a little. Taking a deep breath and feeling much more comfortable, she adjusted her mood and picked up the scalpel again.

Time passed minute by minute, and Freya's body couldn't take it several times, but she kept persevering. "Bradley, you said I couldn't be in danger. You also have to stay alive. If something happens to you, what will I and the child do?"

He had used his body to carve out a safe haven for her. Now that the safe haven had fallen, Freya felt a sense of helplessness as if she had no support at all. As she performed the surgery, she talked to him to stimulate his mental awareness and also kept cheering herself on, determined to accompany Bradley through this difficult time no matter what.

The doctors beside her could only assist. Seeing Freya's face getting paler and her cold sweat flowing more and more, they all held their breath for the two of them. Fortunately, Bradley's physique was different from that of an ordinary person, and his long-term training had given him extremely strong endurance. So the surgery went smoothly.

However, although Bradley's damaged heart and lungs had been repaired, his eardrum had been ruptured for a long time without treatment, and there was a possibility of leaving a sequela of limited hearing.

When Freya left the operating room, she felt as if she was floating. If the White Fox hadn't supported her in time, she might have really fallen to the ground.

"Boss, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me," seeing Freya's face as pale as paper and her originally rosy lips turning terrifyingly purple, the White Fox was so scared that she started crying.

Freya forced a difficult smile at her and said, "What are you crying for? Help me to my room to rest."

She had been in a coma for four days, without drinking a drop of water or eating a single grain of rice. Even a person made of iron couldn't bear it, not to mention that Freya had personally performed a surgery. At the moment, she just wanted to lie on the bed and have a good sleep. When she woke up, Bradley would probably wake up too.

"Okay, okay. I'll help you there right away," the White Fox wiped away her tears and quickly helped Freya to the rest room. The moment her body touched the soft bed, the tense nerves in Freya's whole body seemed to be relieved at this moment. But what followed was a wave of unbearable hunger.

"Little Fox, go and prepare some food for me," her body was too weak. Not to mention being pregnant, she couldn't even hold a scalpel for a long time.