And it was only in that instant when he shifted his body that Jun Wu Xie saw, on the grass beside the brook, was a spotted deer that was barely still breathing.
Both the back legs of that spotted deer looked like it had been wounded by something sharp and red blood was flowing out from the wounds, staining the grass around its feet red. In the area close to where the deer's wounded legs lay, a mess of medicine was faintly spotted.
The little old man then plodded his way back with his walking stick to once again squat down beside the poor spotted deer, before he began messing around with the herbs he held in his hands.
