At that time a monk was afflicted with abscesses. “I allow surgery.” They needed bitter water. “I allow bitter water.” They needed sesame paste. “I allow sesame paste.”

They needed flour paste. “I allow flour paste.” They needed a dressing. “I allow a dressing.” The sore was itching. “I allow you to sprinkle it with mustard powder.” The sore festered. “I allow you to fumigate it.” The flesh protruded. “I allow you to cut it with a razor.” The sore did not heal. “I allow oil for the sore.” The oil dripped off. “I allow a bandage and all treatments for sores.”

On one occasion a certain monk was bitten by a snake. “I allow you to give him the four foul edibles: feces, urine, ash, and clay.” The monks thought, “Do they need to be received or not?” “They should be received if there is an attendant. If there isn’t, I allow you to take them yourself and then eat them.” On one occasion a monk had drunk poison. “I allow you to give him feces to drink.” The monks thought, “Does it need to be received or not?” “I allow the one who is excreting it to receive it. When he’s received it, it doesn’t need to be received again.”

On one occasion a monk was sick from a drug. “I allow him to drink mud from a plow.” On one occasion a certain monk had indigestion. “I allow him to drink lye.”