Anyone who's here to watch Dave suffer will get all they're looking for there. Well, there won't be much to watch. If Phil were bedridden due to a heart attack or stroke or diabetus, and the only thing he could do all day was sit on a chair, stream and beg,
i.e. his literal job, he would stop streaming and cry about it being too much work, despite there being plenty of disabled, bedridden streamers. At that point, he'll start calling tweet-storms a kind of live-stream. Dave isn't the type to listen to doctor's orders, because he'd
obviously know better, and the only way he'd deign to go to the doctor is if he thought he was in immediate life-threatening danger/pain. There's no way he could never have known his cholesterol was shit doods. Doctors can't tell you that until after the heart attack. Phil's lucky they didn't wait until his autopsy to figure out he needed to cut out the salt. If only doctors offered regular check-ups...

Just remember that tipping him in these trying times is the best way to help with all these medical bills.
It also isn't in Khet's long-term financial interests to care about Phil's health the way Leanna did. At least Panda might have regulated his diet and taken care of him despite his grumblings. Once a sketchy economical situation
also requires round-the-clock medical care of an ungrateful lardass who isn't even going to listen to the doctor, Khet's going to find the next target while she's still a 5.6/10. Phil's health is a massive gut-punch to his masculine delusions.